"She's down. No, no, don't touch her yet. She's still convulsing."
The speaker was in the midst of caring for his patient, frustrated at the lack of patience among his colleagues. It didn't seem clear to them that this procedure was extremely tedious and required immense focus and precision. He had to sever the patient's left haemal node, which, for a xenosurgeon, wasn't going to be easy, as, despite his occupation often requiring knowledge of alien anatomy, his memory seemed to have escaped him. The creature he was practicing on was a bristle-worm, or, at least, she certainly resembled one. He removed the slimy nodule and dissected it, all the while ensuring that his patient received as much oxygen and nutrients as possible to sustain vitality. Within the nodule were several parasitic masses, likely dendrogastrid in form. Cyan blood covered the table as the nodule was bifurcated, but there'd be nothing a few sanitary wipes couldn't clean up later.