I am not a doctor. I know that's what my ID card says, but I never have been. You know how I passed the medical exams? Planted a scanner in my top pocket and fed the instructions to an earpiece. Who wouldn't?! What does a doctor these days need to know about manually resetting bones? When was the last time a top surgeon actually cut someone open? That's what the robots are for! And you know what? I was damned good at my job. Don't need to pass a medical exam to point a scanner at a patient and read out the diagnosis.
I can't believe my arrogance finally caught up with me.
What good is a damn scanner when it's not connected to the main network? I'm bleeding all over... I've got glowing green pustules growing on my hands... I run a self-scan and it tells me I've got skin irritation?! Fabricate a first aid kit, it says! Sure, I remember sitting in a lecture theatre chatting to the pretty thing in the row behind me. The hell do I remember how to make bleach and clean a wound.