Scrubs is back! In revival form! Thoughts on the first two episodes — with spoilers — coming up just as soon as I offer to buy your socks...
Alan Sepinwall
We could call this the first season of Scrubs 2026. We could call it either the ninth or tenth season of Scrubs, period, depending on you feel about the Kerry Bishé/Dave Franco season. At a certain point, it becomes all about splitting hairs. However you want to classify them, "My Return" and especially "My 2nd First Day" feel like episodes of Scrubs. Not necessarily great episodes, on par with "My Screw Up," "My Lunch," or even "My Last Words" from the last full-time J.D. season. But nonetheless episodes that were very much in the vein of the show Bill Lawrence and friends were making throughout the 2000s, with enough acknowledgment of the passage of time to keep any of it from feeling sad or static.
We open with a sequence suggesting the show has in fact changed a whole lot. J.D. is in the Sacred Heart emergency room, mid-crisis, and the editing is frantic enough to suggest that all involved have spent a lot of time watching The Pitt. But of course it's one of our hero's many fantasies. His actual job as he pushes 50 is as a concierge doctor to the rich, where he deals with cases like priapism. (Though, to be fair, that was a Pitt plot earlier this season.)