Any man who undertook to argue a medical question with him, or make a suggestion relating to medical treatment, he was in the habit of flooring at once, by wisely and almost pityingly shaking his head, and saying: "It's very evident to me, sir, that you've not received a medical education." So, when Jim suggested, in his peculiar way, that the woman ought to be treated better, the Doctor saw the point, and made his usual response.
"Mr.Fenton," said he, "excuse me, sir, but it's very evident that you've not had a medical education." "There's where you're weak," Jim responded.

"I'm a reg'lar M.D., three C's, double X, two I's.

That's the year I was born, and that's my perfession.

I studied with an Injun, and I know more 'arbs, and roots, and drawin' leaves than any doctor in a hundred mile; and if I can be of any use to ye, Doctor, there's my hand." And Jim seized the Doctor's hand, and gave it a pressure which raised the little man off the floor.
The Doctor looked at him with eyes equally charged with amusement and amazement.

He never had been met in that way before, and was not inclined to leave the field without in some way convincing Jim of his own superiority.
"Mr.Fenton," said he, "did you ever see a medulla oblongata ?" "Well, I seen a good many garters," replied the woodsman, 'in the stores, an' I guess they was mostly oblong." "Did you ever see a solar plexus ?" inquired the Doctor, severely.
"Dozens of 'em.