MorganMichael

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I open my hand and the blades close, neatly clipping the aneurysm. The aneurysm, defeated, shrivels since it is now no longer filling with high pressure arterial blood. I sigh deeply – I always do when the aneurysm is finally dealt with. But to my horror I find that this second applicator has an even more deadly fault than the first: having closed the clip over the aneurysm the applicator refuses to release the clip.
Do No Harm: Stories of Life, Death, and Brain Surgery
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