A grimy bedroom in East London. A pregnant woman lies gasping for air, her throat constricted by the effects of diphtheria. The nurses in attendance wipe her sweat-drenched face. I enter the room, my doctor's bag in hand. I assess the situation and conclude that an emergency tracheotomy is required to save the woman and her unborn child. The nurses comfort the patient, as I prepare the scalpel. The woman's rasps become more desperate. I spread the skin of her throat and press the scalpel to the flesh, ready to slice.
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