"Is there supposed to be this much blood?" The medical student struggled to hold the camera steady, but the image kept bouncing on the screen. He brought up a second hand to keep the lens pointed at the pulsing flow of red. When nobody answered his question, he bit down on his lip and tried not to pass out.
Half an hour earlier it had begun as a fairly straightforward surgery. "Just a tired old gallbladder in a tired old lady," the attending surgeon had said after snapping on his gloves and stepping up to the table. "She asleep?"
"Yes, sir," said the anesthesiologist.
The attending looked across the draped body of the patient and nodded his approval to the surgical resident. She took up the knife and cut four tiny holes in the woman's scrawny belly. Through one of the incisions the attending slid the fiberoptic video camera, its tip glowing bright white at the end of a long metal arm. Once inside the body, the camera fed information to the big screens around the table.
Suddenly, there was an annoying, vibrating sound—one the medical student knew all too well from his past.
"Oops," the attending said. "Here, see what you can do." He handed the medical student the end of the camera.
The student sighed. I know this isn't exactly John Hopkins, he thought, but surely they can find a better way to teach surgery than by having us play Operation.
Opening: Benwah.....Continuation: freddie