Ahmad (not his real name) was stiff as a log by the time I was referred to him, more of a cadaver than a human being in distress.
It was not difficult to see why.
The first house officer was breaking his ribs instead of pumping his heart.
His counterpart had no experience in setting an intravenous cannula ever before.
The third of the trio simply stood by – an idle spectator in the midst of chaos. He should have brought some popcorn with him instead of a stethoscope.
The three had one thing in common – they graduated from medical schools in Ukraine and Russia.