Major Ferguson was saying. “The fractured ends of the femur were extensively exposed and penetrated with gravel and so on. The osteomyelitis responded remarkably well to sulphonamides, but, as you see, we had to open four times in all to remove various sequestra, and about a month ago we began to feel he’d probably be better off without it. However, the callus started to look more promising, and the question then was whether amputation would be justified by the increased mobility he’d get from an artificial limb.” “The knee’s completely ankylosed, is it?” The brigadier sounded like an intelligent player discussing a chess problem. “No, sir, we managed to give him a flexion of about twenty degrees, and that decided us to leave it, combined with the fact that we’ve reduced the shortening to just about an inch. The repair of the quadriceps …”
Poor Laurie :( Hearing all this speech and in addition having the person who was flirting with early, listening and looking at his wound... A traumatic and embarrass experience, indeed
