Prelude: the Suits in the Elevator Another long night on call of my interniship was over. Having managed to wolf down breakfast and brush my teeth, disheveled and in unwashed scrubs I stumbled into the elevator on my way to the wards. In it were some of well-groomed people in nice suits. They looked at me with wrinkled noses, oozing disdain. I wondered who they were: pharmaceutical
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