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loved to tease him about his errant bachelor’s life, offering help in various ways. George’s intelligence and humor took all this in stride, and he milked it for all it was worth. Thomas found it all exceedingly irritating.
    “The poor woman was pretty upset,” said Thomas. Once again he had to refrain from making some comment concerning the advisability of bringing such a case into the hospital. Instead he raised his paper.
    “It was an unexpected complication,” said George, undeterred. “I understand that good-looking chick in the waiting room was your patient’s daughter.” Thomas slowly lowered his paper again.
    “I didn’t notice she was particularly attractive,” Thomas said shortly.
    “Then how about sharing her name and phone number?” said George with a chuckle. When Thomas failed to respond, George tactfully changed the subject. “Did you hear that one of Ballantine’s patients arrested and died during the night?”
    “I was aware of it,” said Thomas.
    “The guy was an admitted homosexual,” said George.
    “That I didn’t know,” said Thomas with disinterest. “I also didn’t know that the presence or absence of homosexuality was part of a routine cardiac surgical work-up.”
    “It should be,” said George.
    “And why do you think so?” asked Thomas.
    “You’ll find out,” said George, raising an eyebrow. “Tomorrow in Grand Rounds.”
    “I can’t wait,” said Thomas.
    “See you in conference this afternoon, sport,” said George, giving Thomas a playful thump on the shoulder.
    Thomas watched the man saunter away from him. It annoyed him to be touched and pummeled like that. It seemed so juvenile. While he watched, George joined a group of residents and scrub nurses slumped over several chairs near the window. Laughter and raised voices drifted across the room. The truth was that Thomas could not stand George Sherman. He was convinced George was a man bent on accumulating the trappings of success to cover a basic mediocrity in surgical skill. It was all too familiar to Thomas. One of the seemingly inadvertent evils of the academic medical center was that appointments were more political than anything else. And George was political. He was quick-witted, a good conversationalist, and socialized easily. Most important, he thrived within the bureaucratic committee system of hospital politics. He’d learned early that for success it was more important to study Machiavelli than Halstead. Thomas knew that the root of the problem was an antagonism between the doctors on the teaching staff like himself, who had private practices and earned their incomes by billing their patients, and the doctors like George Sherman, who were full-time employees of the medical school and received salaries instead of fees for service. The private doctors had substantially higher incomes and more freedom. They did not have to submit to a higher authority. The full-time doctors had more impressive titles and easier schedules, but there was always someone over them to tell them what to do.
    The hospital was caught in the middle. It liked the high census and money brought in by the private doctors, and, at the same time, it enjoyed the credibility and status of being part of the university medical school.
    “Campbell’s chest is closed,” said Larry, interrupting Thomas’s thoughts.
    “The residents are closing the skin. All signs are stable and normal.”
    Tossing the newspaper aside, Thomas got up from the chair and followed Larry toward the dressing room. As he passed behind George, Thomas could hear him talking about forming some kind of new teaching committee. It never stopped! Nor did the pressure that George, as head of the teaching service, and Ballantine, as head of the department, applied to Thomas, trying to convince him to give up his practice and join the full-time staff. They tried to entice him by offering him a full professorship, and although there’d been a time when that might have