Sybil Crawley

"Yes, yes, of course." Combeferre nodded politely to the technician as the door swung shut behind them. He wondered what fate awaited the patient with the unsettling lesions, and made a mental note to research treatments for cancerous bones and other masses. Even if they had been able to diagnose something like that in his own time, doctors would have had no course of action. Knowing would be like bestowing a death sentence. But so many changes had come to medicine, perhaps here some hope was warranted. "Do doctors see patients very often, or do they only analyze results?" With so much data to examine, and so much additional staff to manage a patient's care, he could see how doctor and patient might rarely interact in a place like this. The thought was terribly strange.