Do

The professor took a deep breath, "Do? Very little. You know, the medical school is not run by any of us - it is a group of aliens from Vulpecula and Lupus."

"But, I suppose they are still concerned about the... em... well-being of the faculty?" L tried to find some suitable words to express himself, "It doesn't look good if a major donor of our university ring up the Vice Chancellor to seek some help for a painful toe, and it turns out that there's no one in the faculty being an expert of the field."

"I know what you mean, and this deficiency would become more obvious - and problematic - as the faculty is beginning to set up a private hospital," C nodded.

"Excellent. I think we have a strong argument here. Let use it to convince those extraterrestrials." L became slightly excited.

"No, you are too naive," the academic physician remained uninterested, "Mollusks from other constellations only focus on papers and numbers. They pay no attention to logic or future."

Both of them became more depressed than ever.