For a third time, she checked over her tools, running
through her mental checklist of what she’d need. True, in her career she’d
never forgotten anything in her bag, but the moment she didn’t focus, she’d
slip up.
After a couple breaths she looked down at the front of her
patient. This wasn’t an ideal location, but it was an emergency appendix
removal, and she didn’t have time to get to a sterile area. Instead, she’d just
make do with what light she had.
She picked up her scalpel, and then began to cut the mouldy
appendix from the book.
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