In yesterday's episode — "In Case of Missed Communication" — all the "good" people act so horrible and I hate them so much that it all comes full circle and I realize that I must be the despicable human being here. There's also about forty seconds of the ghost, not one second of which is remotely integral to the plot.
As Mike walks out of the free clinic grinning, an assistant says, "Well, well, well, Scrooge found a smile," which means it takes about ten seconds for this show to make me want to attack all its "good" characters with a bat. Scrooge! You called the guy who volunteers his time, has saved I-don't-know-how-many patients with his expertise, has personally paid to have the clinic's front wall rebuilt, and has given out free surgeries and MRIs like lollipops. Scrooge. I swear, the only reason I wouldn't go slasher on these people is that Mike would save them, on his own dime, and the moment they popped back to life they'd say something stupid and nasty to him again.
This episode centers around a Thanksgiving dinner being held at Clinica Sanando to honor the dearly departed Anna Paul, that shiftless money-wasting screw-up who didn't bother looking both ways before running into the road. Meanwhile, Mike's personal assistant Rita has a son, Leonard, who is home (lightly wounded) from Afghanistan. He's immediately hit by a car. He's a sweet soldier who loves his mother, so I know the episode is going to make me hate him by the end.
Thanksgiving at the clinic is held up by a homeless guy in respiratory distress. They're so desperate to save him that they almost don't notice he has a "Do Not Resuscitate" medic alert bracelet. Then they wonder what to do, which, to me, seems obvious — stop having your hands make the squeezy-squeezy motion and give the guy what he specifically requested.
Instead, they decide to hire a private ambulance to take him to a hospital to be put on a ventilator. All the hospitals are smarter than they are (not surprising) and refuse to take him. So they do what they always do; they call up Mike, act like complete assholes to him, and he comes to help them. He tells them, pretty reasonably, that he can't do anything. When the patient wakes up, they lie to him, telling him that they found his estranged daughter and she wants to talk to him. It's like they're trying to win gold medals for wildly irresponsible self-righteousness.
One of them, Zeke, proves himself the Michael Phelps of unethical behavior when he tracks the daughter down, finds out that she's mad that her father made her mother suffer through extended cancer treatment when she was dying, and lies to her, telling her that her father wants to apologize. When the father and daughter meet, it goes about as well as can be expected. Zeke threatens them both until he can force treatment on the father. In the end, they find a way to treat the guy so he'll live, and he reconciles with his daughter, who suddenly forgives him.
Meanwhile, Leonard has a DNR that his mother hid from both Mike and his father. This results in one fight, and then Mike heals him, and they're all a happy family.
So in summary: A Gifted Man made me want to murder the entire staff of a free clinic, mock its dead director, actively root for the lonely death of a homeless man, and reflexively think that a wounded veteran was a bad person. Either this is the way people are brainwashed into joining cults, or I'm just an awful human being. Happy Thanksgiving.