rojansky

Updated: May 7, 2025

"Say, 'If we can. You live on Fenris, too, don't you?" Dad called the spaceport hospital, after dinner, and talked to Doc Rojansky. Murell was asleep, and in no danger whatever. They'd given him a couple of injections and a sedative, and his system was throwing off the poison satisfactorily. He'd be all right, but they thought he ought to be allowed to rest at the hospital for a while.

H. Beam Piper - Four-Day Planet

I hate waste, and a man of the sort he must have been turning himself into the rumpot he was now was waste of the worst kind. It would take a lot of doing, though, and careful tactical planning. Preaching at him would be worse than useless, and so would simply trying to get him to stop drinking. That would be what Doc Rojansky, at the hospital, would call treating the symptoms.

H. Beam Piper - Four-Day Planet