"I do say so," Summer snapped, exasperated. She had just saved this woman's life and this... this man was questioning her expertise and training? She was so sick of that, of being constantly questioned. "I earned my degree. I did my residency same as anyone else. I do my job same as anyone else, I am good at my job and frankly you're lucky you got a pathologist, do you have any idea how few people would know what strychnine poisoning looks like?"

Quite a few, actually, but not immediately, not without consulting the books, and the woman might have died.