a nonpatrol assignment

There's a cranky curmudgeon working at the hospital who gives all the patients and other doctors flak.

A piece muſt be written, and what book more proper to attack, than one of character, no matter how juſtly; for tho’ it is far beneath a generous and honeſt ſpirit, to throw falſe lights on any man’s writings, or upon any conſideration, to miſrepreſent his ſentiments: yet there are thoſe, who to fill up a Bibliotheque and to ſwell the work, make no ſcruple of this practice.

Then, all of a sudden, you hear that hollow sounding ker-thump, ker-thump, ker-thump of a deer bounding through the woods ahead of you.