The truth is, Senor, that I'm the most unfortunate doctor one could find anywhere in the world, where a physician can kill the sick person he's treating and wants to be paid for his work, which is nothing but signing a piece of paper for some medicines that are made not by him but by the apothecary, and that's the whole swindle; but when other people's well-being costs me drops of blood, slaps, pinches, pinpricks, and lashes, they don't give me an ardite.
The speaker expresses deep frustration with the medical profession, feeling trapped in a system where he is powerless to truly heal the patients he treats. He views his role as a physician as a façade, emphasizing that his work amounts to little more than writing prescriptions for medications created by others. In his view, this system misleads both patients and doctors, as he is unable to provide the care and healing that he desires.
Moreover, the speaker laments the personal sacrifices he makes in the process, suffering physically and emotionally without receiving any compensation or recognition for his efforts. This highlights a sense of injustice in the healthcare system, where the actual work of healing is undervalued, leaving him feeling like a fraud even as he strives to help others in pain.
