Alex Hewitt is a nice kind of doctor to have around particularly because he is -- he makes housecalls keeping in touch with all his patients (sometimes this involves a little desperate, desultory sex). Although he has a very loving wife Betsy and three children who are having a rough time trying to communicate with him. He's a very broody, moody type worrying about other doctors' casual negligence or an unexpected loss of a patient or his own hypertension or a colleague who drops dead in the gym or an elderly terminal case and finally he's caught short when he almost loses his own son (sudden septicemia). Alex is a slightly younger version of Hospital's George C. Scott, drinking too much vodka, sweating it out later. This is a strictly popular minor medical succeeding on just that basis -- and while Alex is a man of few words he still manages to enlist your sympathy without ever holding a hand.