A missing scene from: "Is There a Doctor in the House?"
"I love it when a plan comes together." (1) Hogan, carrying the box of penicillin underneath his jacket, hustled over to the infirmary to look in on the sick medic and the rest of the prisoners who had also come down with the flu.
"Hey, Wilson. How are you feeling? Don't get up."
"Well, I guarantee you will all feel better soon. Look." Hogan held out the box holding liquid gold, otherwise known as the still fairly rare (2) but potent antibiotic that London had graciously dropped, so that Klink would recover from his bout with the flu and go to the staff meeting.
Wilson rolled over and attempted to prop himself up. He coughed several times and then asked, "What's in there?"
"Penicillin!" Hogan answered triumphantly. "Don't bother asking why, but I had London drop some. Klink was sick and we needed him to go to his usual staff meeting. But that's not important. What is important is that they gave us two extra vials!"
That caught Wilson's interest. "That's great, sir. As soon as I feel better, I'll label them and store them in a safe place. I always said we needed an antibiotic available, seeing that one of you is bound to get shot sooner or later. Put them on my desk in the tunnel." Wilson then rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
"Hey, Wilson." Hogan gave the medic a shake. "Um, don't you want to start giving shots to everyone in here? Including yourself? If you don't feel up to it, I can do it. The box came with directions."
"What did you say?" Wilson, who really wasn't feeling at all well; seeing that he had a temperature of 101.8; tried to get out of bed. The room was spinning and the medic had to grab hold of the edge to steady himself.
"The penicillin," Hogan repeated. "I can help give the shots if you want."
"Colonel, the penicillin won't work on the flu. It's a virus. An antibiotic will only work on a bacterial infection."
"But Klink recovered," Hogan argued. "By the next morning, he was as good as new! Which isn't saying much, but you know what I mean."
"This is a mild flu, despite how it looks," Wilson countered. "The men have been sick for about 48 hours or so, and then recover. Hey, how did you sneak the shot into Klink?"
"We used LeBeau's grandmother's cure to distract him. Garlic around the neck, plus a mustard plaster, except we were out of mustard, so LeBeau used Béarnaise sauce. I still think the penicillin must have worked. He recovered so fast."
"Well, it definitely wasn't the penicillin. Hand me a tissue." Wilson sneezed. "I'll have to think about this when I'm more coherent, but maybe Klink has a good immune system or something like that."
"Klink?" Hogan laughed. "You've got to be kidding."
"I'll say it again." Wilson was now getting testy. "It definitely wasn't the penicillin. Man, I can see this being a problem in the future. Everyone will be clamoring for shots of this stuff, when all they have is a cold and then the bacteria will mutate and become resistant to the drugs and then we will have…"
"Wilson, what in heaven's name are you talking about?"
"You know, Colonel. I really don't know." Wilson plopped back down on his pillows "Look. The best way to deal with this is to drink plenty of fluids, get a lot of rest and let it take its course. I suggest you listen to me since you're bound to catch it."
"Fine." Hogan gave in. "It wasn't the penicillin. I'll take this back."
"The Béarnaise sauce on the plaster? Can you have LeBeau whip some more up? Just in case?" Wilson asked.
"You don't think?"
"Colonel. It can't hurt."
(1) I think I may have stolen this line from the "A-Team!"
(2) According to multiple sources on the internet,the efficient mass production of penicillin started in time for the allied invasion and saved countless lives. Also, according to these multiple sources (WW2 chat boards, wikipedia, history channet, etc. ), for some reason, Germany never achieved mass production of the antibiotic. Still trying here to locate better sources.