Seriously, consider the ingredients - a former country music star turned actor, bad writing and Toronto posing as New York. Cyrus plays a doctor bringing some good 'ol down home charm to the mean, selfish streets of the big city and usually ends up playing life counselor to his patients as well as curing their physical ills. It's like a medical version of The Littlest Hobo - except that The Littlest Hobo was nineteen times more watchable. I often wonder how distributors of syndicated television get away with this sort of thing. If I produced something this flagrantly sub-par in my line of work, I'd be fired and humiliated in front of my peers.