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Heavens above! The staff of St. Swithan’s hospital is on strike! Sir Lancelot can hardly believe it. And when the porters and tea ladies take charge and start ordering him about, it seems that all hell will break loose—from Sir Lancelot’s quarters at least. Fortunately, not all are so badly affected. Philip Chipps, for one, has more pressing things on his mind. He seems to have misplaced his trousers—in one of the nurses’ rooms! Richard Gordon’s imagined scenario of hospital strikes became all too much a reality in the troubled National Health Service. Fortunately, he provides more than a little comedy to help swallow this bitter pill.