Lassiter discovers the need for a new specialty in medicine, later to be known as Anesthesiology.

Lassiter, feeling pretty good, paid the doctor and as he was leaving said, "Oh by the way Doc, when you were amputating poor Billy's arms, I noticed several bottles of cask strength single malt Scotch whisky sitting on the back table. Do you use the whisky to ease the patient's pain while you are working?" "Good God man, NO!" Doc replied, "That whisky's too good for the patients. They get an oak block of wood to bite down on! The whisky is for me. Care to join me for a dram?" Lassiter obliged and the Doctor poured two glasses of Lagavulin 16 year old, 43 vol with a full amber color, sea spray and peat nose that stings, peat, gunpowder, oil, grass and salty taste and a big peat fire warming finish. Lassiter agreed, this stuff was too good to waste on a sick, in pain dying patient. They simply wouldn't appreciate it. Doc poured another dram and as he lifted his glass said, "Here's to your health and a healthy life style." The two professionals parted ways but this encounter started a life long association. Slainte, Tommy Maaltman. [Note: This is the third installment written in Ye Olde Knife in the Kidney Tavern.]