Glancing nervously at the various medical instruments, the brave peasant woman got up on the operating table.

Glancing nervously at the various medical instruments, the brave peasant woman got up on the operating table. "Just don't butcher me, is all I ask," she muttered in a trembling voice. Meanwhile, the foremost medical experts in the room still couldn't agree on what exactly it was they were trying to do. "Stop arguing with me! Coughing up blood is a sure sign the problem is in the lungs. We look there," Jhod insisted. "No, it's the nausea we should be focusing on. We need to examine the stomach," Tristian objected.