"How simply you do it all, here!" exclaimed Reinstrom in surprise and undisguised admiration. "You Americans are wonderful!"
"Come—see a patient who is just recovering," I added, much flattered by the praise, which, from a German physician, meant much.
Reinstrom followed me out of the door and we entered a private room of the hospital where another woman patient lay in bed carefully watched by a nurse.
"How do you do?" I nodded to the nurse in a modulated tone. "Everything progressing favorably?"
"Perfectly," she returned, as Reinstrom, Haynes and myself formed a little group about the bedside of the unconscious woman.
"And you say they have no recollection of anything that happens?" asked
Reinstrom.
"Absolutely none—if the treatment is given properly," I replied confidently.
I picked up a piece of bandage which was the handiest thing about me and tied it quite tightly about the patient's arm.
As we waited, the patient, who was gradually coming from under the drug, roused herself.
"What is that—it hurts!" she said putting her hand on the bandage I had tied tightly.