"I don't reckon I got teachin' left in me," Doc drawls. "Gettin' 'ressted by the Feds in front'a your students'll turn you off it for good. I ain't much of a student either, though I didn't do half-bad...anatomy came easier the second time 'round."
With his good hand, he reaches over to his coat and digs out what Bones would classify as an antique - a thin 'folder' of leather that he uses to carry the few important papers he keeps on his person - and pulls out a folded piece of paper. It's obvious that despite being folded, it's high quality paper stock.
The text is primarily in Latin, though it's obvious what it is. His diploma, from the University of Oregon Medical School, conferring upon one Josiah Gordon Scurlock the degree of Doctor Of Medicine.
"I know it ain't Ole Miss, but you were right...I could hack it."
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With his good hand, he reaches over to his coat and digs out what Bones would classify as an antique - a thin 'folder' of leather that he uses to carry the few important papers he keeps on his person - and pulls out a folded piece of paper. It's obvious that despite being folded, it's high quality paper stock.
The text is primarily in Latin, though it's obvious what it is. His diploma, from the University of Oregon Medical School, conferring upon one Josiah Gordon Scurlock the degree of Doctor Of Medicine.
"I know it ain't Ole Miss, but you were right...I could hack it."