The judge makes hospital roundsBMJ 1994; 308 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.308.6929.663 (Published 05 March 1994) Cite this as: BMJ 1994;308:663
- G Dunea
It is 9 am and the doctors in starched white coats are waiting in the lobby for the judge to make his ward rounds at the hospital. The judge arrives and parks his big Mercedes in his reserved place. He then puts on his sterile wig and a disposable black robe. The doctors all stand up.
“Good morning, your honour,” say the doctors.
“Good morning, boys,” replies the judge. “What do you have for me today?”
“There is a 23 year old woman with a failing placenta, sir. We believe that if the baby is not delivered at once it will die or become mentally retarded. The mother refuses to have a …