Suck fat out of splitting sides.
Hurrah for the comedy hospital management sub-sub-genre and its talent for distilling the altruism of our nations' brightest sons and daughters and the pain and suffering of their charges into comically-named diseases and cheap laughs about bed-pans. If there's one area of society that's plainly ripe for lampooning it's the people we rely on to stop us dying. (We're just kidding of course. One of the wonderful things about people who work in the health service is their ability to laugh about it.)