There's a new hospitalist in Grumpyville, who's either a medieval
time traveler or frustrated Renaissance Faire participant. In the last
week I've seen these statements on his charts (and yes, he really does use the royal "we" when speaking):
"We shant deny neurology the pleasure of this consult."
"We beseeched the patient to stop using heroin, yet still she scorns our advice."
"Cardiology has been waiting in the wings, and we shall summon them forthwith."
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