Mina manages to get ol' Wheezy breathing again through a delicate combination of screaming at her and that epinephrine she was asking for. Meanwhile, Dr. Ben and Lily return with the coconuts, place one in a net, tube it, and hang it like an IV bag. So it's gonna be that kind of show.
Tommy's examining Papa TB's kids -- who are, like, a day away from dying -- but he's having no luck convincing Papa TB to listen to him about treatment. So Tommy tries plan B: appeal to this prideful man on the basis of our shared humanity. What that translates to, then, is Tommy telling his story about how he drank and caroused his way through med school as a way to piss off Mommy and Daddy, and when they kept bugging him to quit it with the boob jobs already and make something of himself, he cut them off. And now he's got no family. "I lost my family because I was proud," he says, begging Papa TB not to do the same. It's probably for the best that Papa TB couldn't understand what Tommy was saying, because that's pretty weak sauce. Still, it convinces Charlie, who basically tells Papa, "This is a good doctor, you should listen to him." Wait, was Charlie somehow NOT saying that earlier. Charlie's an asshole, you guys! So Papa TB eventually relents (while I swear to God a knockoff of the Inception soundtrack plays in the background -- the love theme, not the metallic fart sounds) and wants to shake Tommy's hand. He begs him to help his family. Oh sure, NOW.
Back in Margaritaville, the coconut transfusion seems to have stabilized Ed. Dr. Ben removes the spleen, then had Lily shove her hand right on into the abdomen to stabilize a blood vessel. She protests that she's not a surgeon, but Ben tells her here, IN THE JUNGLE, she's a surgeon, a paramedic, search and rescue, and occasionally a mailman. A butcher, a baker, and a candlestick maker. A Madonna AND a whore. Got it.
Lily runs into Mina in the pharmacy (which, it should be clarified, is two big wooden shelves in the middle of a room), still buzzing about her coconut transfusion. Mina's too sour to be happy for her -- which is generally her resting state anyway, but in this particular case it's because she's frustrated that she can't find a steroid on the shelves, only "Ecuadorian tree sap." I'm pretty sure some athletes DO use that as a steroid, so... Anyway, Mina's real problem is that she's pissed at herself for misdiagnosing Ol' Wheezy out there. "I was looking for rare, complicated diseases," she says, "and I almost lost a woman to asthma." To that, Lily responds, "You hear hoofbeats, you gotta think horses, not zebras." Like she just read that off a pillow or something. Mina, for all her bitchiness, is kind of justified at bristling at that kind of condescending remark. She once again calls Lily a girl Scout, which Lily takes offense to. Backing down, Mina decides to defuse tensions with a little taste of her own traumatic backstory. This is beginning to feel like the Canterbury Tales of Self-Pity. MINA'S STORY: Because her hospital back home was too cutthroat for her to actually learn anything, she began moonlighting at County, eight hours a day in addition to her 12 hours in residency. One day, while she was on 72 hours without sleep, she misdiagnosed a kid who came in with a fever. She figured it was yet another kid with the flu. Turned out, he had bacterial meningitis, and he died three hours later. Mina was promptly fired from her residence, but obviously it's the boy's death that weighs heavier on her. "So sometimes it is a zebra," she says, not angrily, then leaves. You guys, I don't know how, but Meryl Streep's daughter is actually a pretty great actress. Who'd have thunk it?