In the white-tiled receiving room of the Goiaz Evangelical Hospital, four sturdy men put down their burden: a moaning farmer who had been gored in the belly by a Zebu bull. Down the corridor at a dogtrot came Dr. James Fanstone. He lifted the banana leaf that protected the man's wound against flies. "Get this fellow into surgery," he said. An hour later, Dr. Jim reported that the patient was doing well. What had he done about the man's innards? "Oh, I just cleaned them off and shoved them back," he said, peeling off his rubber gloves. Then he...
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