At an Operation
“Please, gentlemen, put your knives away now, and take your fingers in your hand.”
At the Hospital
Professor:—“We have no patient here to-day who needs an operation, but as his Highness, our patron, wishes to attend one, we will try one on this man here. He is a stranger in the city, so it will be all right.”
Consistency
Doctor:—“Do you make experiments at your hospital?”
Professor:—“I should say so! We have, for instance, three divisions for inflammation of the lungs. In the first, the patients are not given anything; in the second, they are given tartar-emetic; in the third, tartar-emetic and they are also bled. In all three divisions deaths are about even.”
Doctor:—“Don’t you think that many a patient of the first division could be saved, by being bled?”
Professor:—“Don’t doubt it, but it can’t be done. We must be firm, to reach the desired result.”