Boarding schools -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Medical students -- Fiction
Apart from the performance of emergency operations, that might take place
at any hour of the day or night, the surgeon only occupied his theatre on
three mornings in the week; and the greater part of Edwin’s time was
devoted to the work of the wards. Here he performed his proper function
as dresser, being, under the house-surgeon, responsible for the
after-treatment of the patients on whom L.M. had operated This business
kept his hands full. Nearly all the acute surgical cases needed dressing
daily, and some more than once a day. It was usual for the dresser to
leave the second dressing to be done by the house-surgeon on his evening
round, or by the sister of the ward, who would doubtless have performed
it, as well as either of them; but nothing could induce Edwin, in his
newest enthusiasm, to drop a case into which his teeth were fixed.
The morning visits were ceremonial. The great floors of the wards shone
like the faces of such patients as were fit to be scrubbed, with a soapy
flannel; the rows of beds were set with a mathematical correctness, the
sheets turned down at exactly the same level; the water in the jugs stood
hot, awaiting the dresser’s hands, his towel lay folded in the jug’s
mouth; a probationer, pink-faced and red-armed, stood waiting to do his
professional pleasure; morning sunlight flickered over the leaves of
aspidistras that flourished in pots on the central tables, and on the
trays of dressing instruments that were ready for his hand.
At ten o’clock precisely, Edwin, an older and more experienced Edwin
whose shaves were no longer a luxury, whose clothes no longer looked as
if he were in the act of growing out of them, and whose collars were
adorned by the very latest thing in ties, would enter the ward, roll up
his shirtsleeves, and be helped on with a white overall by the obedient
probationer—whose main function in life this office seemed to be—or
sometimes by the sister herself. The new Edwin, product of six months in
hospital, was no longer afraid of these attentions because they happened
to be performed by women. In a mild way he was even an amateur of the
physical points exhibited by the _genus_ probationer, and had arrived at
a touching intimacy with the sisters, who found in him a clean and
pleasant mannered youth, and on occasion hauled him out of the
difficulties into which his inexperience landed him. Thus attired, he
would begin his progress of the ward, followed, wherever he went, by the
females who had robed him, the junior pushing before her the wheeled
glass table on which the dressings and instruments were kept. For the
time being he was, or imagined himself to be, the most important person
in the ward, until, perhaps, the house-surgeon entered, and his
attendants forsook their allegiance and hastened to put themselves at the
service of this superior person.
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