(Series 13, Ep.51) What a delightful episode. I would have enjoyed it just for the neat demonstration of how character can be revealed via the eating of fruit. Henrik Hanssen peels his apple with a small knife, wearing a look of patient contentment and anticipation. Sir Fraser just grabs an apple from a bowl, sinks his teeth into it, and when he’s had enough looks round for a bin to throw it in. Hanssen’s pain at this callous disregard of fruit was etched on his face.
Etched on the face of Young Dr Oliver Valentine was a bruise – is he ever without a bruise? – caused this time by running into a lamp post. He was being distracted while jogging by his former patient, recruitment consultant O’Gorman. While Oliver was nursing his bruised head, O’Gorman hunted it, and offered Oli a job as a hot shot high flying recruitment consultant. He would be earning a salary so enormous it could only be comprehended by looking at the figure typed on an iPhone and not spoken out loud. Recruitment is presumably not the type of consultancy Oliver was aiming for when he applied for medical school. What a marvellous use of several years of training and a qualification your sister worked hard to earn you. But Oli had had enough of being Jac’s puppet and spending hours in the wet lab suturing pigs’ lungs – even his on-the-fly carotid sinus massage did nothing to impress her – so he wrote his resignation letter to Hanssen and told everyone he was leaving.
We knew he wouldn’t get out without being faced with a tricky case which showcased his surgical skills (Jac accidentally cut her finger so he had to do the operation) and his people skills (he was rather good at dealing with a patient with a learning disability and his somewhat sensitive partner), and so it was no surprise when he changed his mind at the end of the episode. It certainly didn’t come as a surprise to Jac. She hadn’t spent all that time forcing him to learn to juggle coins between his fingers for nothing. It would have been a terrible slight to her work as a mentor if her mentee had metaphorically thrown her pigs’ lungs in her face and left. In fact, she knew it wouldn’t happen. So she’d taken the step of removing his resignation letter before Hanssen got to read it.
Hanssen had other fish to fry anyway, what with having his apple-eating interrupted, and with charging Sahira Shah the Registrah with the job of delving into the fake boobs. Bhatti was making himself scarce this week, leaving Michael Spence to mop up the mess caused by the exploding implants. Two patients with defective frontages were summoned for a quiet word. One of them promised to keep quiet as long as Michael threw in a free “Brazilian butt lift” (who knew?), but then she called a press conference anyway. Bad news for the credibility of the plastics department (hurrah!).
And it was bad news for Tedious Josh the Paraplegic Snowboarder. Apparently his paraplegia is permanent as, presumably, is his tediousness. Eddi spent the episode looking tragic. I just wish someone would find young Josh a place in a spinal unit so he can get on with rebuilding his life and Eddi can get back to being sarcastic again.
Next time: Chrissie and Dull Dan’s engagement party; Plastic Bhatti is involved in an accident; and Sahira and Greg realise they’ll miss each other when he goes to St Jimmy’s.
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