It was in student years. Practice in neurology. We are invited to bring a patient from the resuscitation center to our department (5th floor).

We and the same group - okay, we go for the catwalk, which we are told not to. We are so – well. Let’s go and think like no catch. We go down to the resuscitation, there we are welcomed by a couch with the patient, and next to the doctor stands with a smile on his face:

Take the light version!

And the man with no hands, no legs, and the voice itself), they wrapped him in a slope, and sent him as in a hamac to move to the 5th floor. Everyone liked the eye.