Richard graduated from a medical academy three
months ago. He passed the exams perfectly. He's
been working as a cardiosurgeon for a week now. He
was to face his very first patient at a September
night. He was dashing and yet fearful. His bread
and cheese for saving other people's lives. The
patient is 68. It is his second heart attack.
Richard makes the first cut. Scalpel in his hand
moves smoothly like a conductor's baton. Arteries
make visible. Richard feels warm blood drops on
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mouth. He used to see intestines when he served
his apprenticeship. But today he couldn't stand
it. The dinner he ate an hour ago flows down from
his covered mouth onto the patient's torso. Pieces
of semi-digested meal mingle in a seven-centimetre
long surgeon cut. Vomited matter ornaments the
patient's torso and soothes him. Richard though
his job would be different. His conscience
exhausted him.