First, Do No HarmChapter 1First, Do No Harm by mooncustafer
It was but early fall, but the air was crisp of nights - and it was night, after ten o'clock. The man up ahead was shivering despite his heavy traveler's coat. "Ill," thought young Cochran (he was studying medicine); then, "a foreigner, unused to our climate." A second look had told him the man was.. well, something exotic, anyways - Asiatic, perhaps, or half so. Curiosity piqued, Cochran wondered if he would be able to strike up a conversation, or if he dared. As he drew closer, however, his first impression of illness returned - the traveller's face was drawn, stretched, even, over the aquiline nose and cheekbones; the dark skin had nonetheless a sallow quality that was not entirely of the lamplight; and though his age seemed below thirty, the wavy dark hair was already greying at the temples.
By now, the student realized, he was himself the subject of observation - his presence was noticed, though he could not tell if it was welcomed. Still, the streets being lonely
First Do No Harm part 2Chapter 2First Do No Harm part 2 by mooncustafer
Lectures and Libations
A month into term, the exotic Jennings no longer drew stares - but neither were most of his students or fellows on easy terms with him. His colour, his formality, the subtle impression of of ill health, but most of all the gentle yet terrible genius that looked out of those dark eyes silently forbade any kind of familiarity. Even Cochran, who had taken a shy, dogged liking to the lecturer, had never quite lost the awe and discomfort that their first meeting had inspired.
One sodden afternoon in the operating theatre, when the smell of lamp oil and students close-packed in damp wool obfuscated any impression of cleanliness that might have been made by the fresh whitewash on walls and ceiling, Jennings, neat and sombre, drew a sheet off the patented ventilated copper table. All peered intently at that which lay in state upon the tray - the legs and spine of a large frog. A student turned the crank on the "influence machine," and the metal pl
First Do No Harm part 3Chapter 3First Do No Harm part 3 by mooncustafer
M----- College, being nothing if not a practical institution, and wishing to expose its students to real experience as soon as possible in their careers, so that they should waste no time in discovery if they were not cut out to be medical men, not only ran a charitable clinic in town, but sent certain of the professors, students in tow, to visit the outlying farms and homes. Jennings did not go visiting; his first few visits had proven how uneasy he made the local folk. Cochran usually accompanied Dr. Burree, but come October the anatomy professor was laid up with an attack of rheumaticks, and the student was left to take over his rounds. It was therefore Cochran who, early one evening, found himself called out to the Watts farm.
Farmer Watts lived with his wife and grown son, a hired girl and a couple of hands, and the patient with whom this narrative is concerned: his niece Lizzie, whose father, a widowed cloth merchant in the town, had sent her to live in the count
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