“But I don’t understand,” the woman muttered to noone in particular as the doctor left the waiting room.
....
Doc nodded solemnly to the nurses as they spilled from the operating room. He walked in and glanced briefly to the table.

“Doc,” the head nurse was waving a pen in his face. “You need to sign the death certificate.”

He quickly scratched his signature into the empty block. “Cause of death, Cardiac arrhythmia and renal failure. Seems a little much for complications during knee surgery, don’t you think?” He muttered as he handed it back.

She raised a brow, but said nothing. He wasn’t know as a sensitive man, but he was good at what he did; even if he had “lost” more patients than was usual lately.
.....
Doc whistled as he removed his scrubs and dressed for afternoon golfing when he was interrupted again.

“I’ve heard that tune before. Only, I think it was more upbeat, if you will. Satisfaction?” His partner inquired.

Doc’s eyes sparkled, “Guilty. And you know, I can’t get none.“