>be me
>doctoring about in my castle with a mask of panache
>pregnant woman comes in
>ask what's wrong
>"He'll be my first born m'lorde"
>"Ah, I see thine concer, go on"
>have no idea what her problem is, hoping to bs my way out of this
>tells me she fears for her first child because the scary witch plague may kill him
>tell her to sleep upside down at night hanging from a rope by her ankles
>"It will keep him in your bowels until the plague passes"
>find out two seasons later her kid died
>she attempts to remove my mask, proclaims I don't know my trade
>lookatmeiamthedoctorhere.png
>proclaim her a witch
>whoneedsamedicallicensewhenyougotamob.png
>everyone burns her alive
>I am doctor

>moral of the story don't come between a doctor and his swanky mask