Phorsus Gallican is a man fully aware of the fact that people
rely on him to stay alive. He is arrogant and high-handed,
and treats his patients as if their failure to be healthy is a
form of moral lapse. He discusses his patients as if they
weren’t there, coldly describing grim prognoses and scathing
accounts of the laziness he believes is at the root of most
so-called medical conditions. In spite of his lack of bedside
manner he is an extremely competent medicae, with an
encyclopaedic knowledge of anatomy and common maladies.
He is particularly prone to pointing out the likely behavioural
conditions suffered by those he has conversations with, which
means few people in the Hospital Wing have a conversation
with him if they can help it.