Rehashing the phrase of a Russian writer Leo Tolstoy who has come in due time to the conclusion that "Each happy family looks like the other", let's mark that all the serials about clinical hospitals, hospitals and Emergencies resemble one another as two ounces of the best medical antiseptic.
Holby City is not a brilliant exception, but only confirms the sad general rule...
The doctors - each in his team, each with his methods, each with his complicated and always unlucky life circumstances and short love stories never coming to a "happy end"...
The patients – each with his sore, each with his own obstinate character, each with his "skeleton in the cupboard", which, as one, hamper the adequate behaviour of the patient and, thus, productive cure prescribed by the medical personnel...
Christian Connoly, impersonated by Michael, was brought to the clinic for removal of hernia... Having got in the incomparable hands of Diana and Rick, he immediately has to cure in the time given to that disease, but the skeleton emerged from the cupboard, in the person of Johanna's father (the young wife of Christian who is at the last month of pregnancy), decides to declare to the young man that "meanwhile he occupies the public cot, a poor girl has already started giving birth"...
and to accuse Christian at one in all accompanying deadly sins...
Our hero is an honest man, let's not be afraid of these words, and he is ready to answer for the situation with Johanna "with the utmost rigor of the law", and, as far as possible, to assist in a "childbirth process"... for which purpose the husband and future father jumps from the cot and runs (read: "toddles as he can") towards the scales, and the revengeful father-in-law never ceases to pursue and peck the "patient without hernia"...

Christian gets off with slight fear, falling down from the scales and getting into reanimation department with the additional diagnosis: "major internal hemorrhage"...
And who would doubt? What for loving fathers of the beloved women serve Properly to deprive of the lien the unworthy person who has entrenched their treasure...
However, the most cases, as it should be in the stories of medical serials, come to the happy end.
Johanna will give birth to a splendid child...
Christian will rehabilitate completely in spite of the absence of an extra hernia and absolutely not extra spleen...
The prophet in the person of the parent's craft will be punished – the grandfather will repent and hide his diminished head...
And Johanna, also fully rehabilitated, in spite of her pregnancy ceased in a natural way, will come herself to the hospital to see her beloved husband and will meet his glance, exhausted but grateful...
Forgive us for that humour... The subject does not leave any chance for a serious air...
Only Michael is left... Michael who is always capable to bring the breath of the real life... of true tenderness and love... of anxiety for the nearest people... of the authenticity of physical torments and the happiness of the first paternity, to every unsophisticated sequence of scenary events, as if he feels Christian Connolly as himself... just here and just now...
It happens like this sometimes... you watch the film, and it is unbelievably dull... the sensation that you've already seen all that dozens of times doesn't leave you... but the face appears... that very glance from the screen... and you are already feverishly looking into the running lines of title... to find the very name... of that very actor who managed to tell something special to you which is impossible to reject... you remember it, to go immediately to the IMDB and to see the rest which he managed to do in the cinema as of the present moment... and to look for, and to see onward...
The same has once happened to us...