Credits. For the record, Ming-Na is still in there. Sherry Stringfield is jammed in the middle somewhere, a place unbecoming of the way they heralded her return.
A man in glasses whines, "I don't like taking my clothes off." Word. He's got a stomach ailment driving him crazy and is convinced something inside him is bleeding, but Susan won't examine him until he dons a gown. "Could it be a complication of my surgery?" the man asks. "I don't know, my x-ray vision isn't working," Susan says pointedly. He thinks she's mocking him, which she pretty much is, despite protestations to the contrary. Susan insists that she just needs him to disrobe so that she can complete a thorough examination. "You just want to see me naked!" he screams, demanding a straight male doctor.
Susan leaves the exam room, frustrated but amused, and runs into Mark. "First day of school, and you're already making friends?" jokes Mark. "Yeah, I'm a shoo-in for homecoming queen," grouses Susan. Heh. She is, based on the way she's written -- which is as though she's the only female TPTB want us to like. Mark giggles at the list of patients she's treated -- "a foul abscess, a neurotic granny, Naked Boy here, and I had to break into Chen's locker." Mark asks what Susan wants to use as maggot treatment; Susan picks cetacaine, but Mark serves up a shit-eating grin and cackles that Weaver is immune to it, so they don't stock it. Susan grouses that Mark is having way too much fun with all this. "Colonel Dixon's Magical Maggot Mix," Mark says to a disbelieving Susan. "Seriously! You paint it on with milk." Boy oh boy, Susan, things sure have changed 'round these here parts.