Midnight. The phone rings in the home of the chief doctor of a hospital. This is the doctor on duty.
"Chief, the Fifth Corps is burning. The fire-brigade is here and extinguishing the fire.”
The chief doctor stands up quickly and frightened, he calls the fire-brigade to understand what the situation is. An officer on duty replies,
“Bad job, Doc! We’ve put out the fire, but there had been ten people in the room. We’ve succeed to save six of them, but not the other four. They are dead.”
The chief doctor cries,
“Oh, shit!? What are you talking to me? The Fifth Corps is the morgue!”

    In a medical conference out of the town a doctor started talking with a beautiful woman. He invited her to dinner and they went in a modern restaurant. Before and after dinner the woman ostentatiously washed her hands. Everything was wonderful and she proposed him to come in her hotel room. She went in the bathroom to wash her hands and then they made love. After sex the woman washed her hands again. When she returned, the doctor said, “I bet you’re a surgeon.”
“Yes, I’m. How did you guess?”
“Because you wash your hands constantly."
“I bet you’re an anesthetist,” she said.
“That's true. How did you guess?”
“Because... I’ve felt nothing.”

    At midnight. The phone rings in the doctor’s apartment:
“Doctor, my husband insulted me.”
“Okay, but why do you call me?”, asks the Doctor.
“I think he need some stitches.”