"I'll have a look at your samples as soon as possible, and I'll give you a call", I say as I guide the old lady out of the door.
My assistants have prepared four of the legally allowed ten copies , they're sedated and already cut open in the next room.
I grab a pair of latex gloves and look at the first ones upper gastrointestinal tract, I take out the gall bladder to check for stones and slice the liver into small cubes to look for tumors.
As the first one turns cold and stiff from the blood loss I move on to copy number two, take out the small intestines and tell my assistant to look for anything that could explain her symptoms.
I don't find anything special in copy three and four, but as I dissect the restrained but awake copy five , I notice some minor tear in her abdominal muscles, not big and not requiring any operation,
but definitely a plausible explanation for the patients pain.
The remaining copies are incinerated and I walk back into my office, looking forward to the pleasant call I'm about to make.