Candy salesmen, designed anti-psychotics.
You either get amphetamines (ritalin, adderral, concerta, wellbutrin, atavan, oxycontin, chlorenzaphine), cocaine (caffeine or chocolate), or placebos (sugar pills, anything else).
The hospital is a prison system, for thieves (they don't like accountants, they "requisition" things, and have things brought to the building, to process patients, for police, to deal with soldiers that have a panic attack, when they're around real medicine; cigarettes, cigars, cigarillos, alcohol, beer, marijuana, acid, or psilocybin).
The soldier, thinks the cripple, or the retard (a sociopath, or a diabetic), can get better, if they go to combat.
The soldier, was homosexual, they passed gym (flunking school), and couldn't be a spy (an actual soldier, someone capable of using a gun; they have a star, a hawk, and a gene marker on their drive's license; concealed weapons, YMCA and economics at college, and their affiliation of service by soldier's gene).
I have a lancaster, an MI-6 genome marker.
