Why I'll never be a doctor

"Dr. Linde, please begin the procedure. Yes, use the magical all-healing antibiotic gel to close up those small lacerations. It's awesome, isn't it? The future sure is great, what with gels that do, y'know, that. Okay, make a small incision and we'll take a look inside -- excellent work, Dr. Linde. Now just -- HEY HEY WHOA HEY WAIT HEY WHAT HEY STOP!"

"Hm?"

"Doctor, what the fuck are you doing? You're killing our patient!"

"I'm just -- I'm detaching these pacemaker wires, right? And I was going to move it from the heart to the tray, you know, so there aren't any wires in his chest cavity. Right?"

"Are you mad? You have to detach both of the wires before you do anything else, touch anything else! If you so much as touch the first wire to remove it before detaching the others, you'll totally kill our patient! Kill him dead!"

"But it's already out of her heart. It's not even hitched up anymore, see? So I'll just get it out of the way--"

A massive hemorrhage erupts. The patient's heart spontaneously explodes. Locusts consume his brain and crawl out of his eyes.

"Hey, way to go. You just killed our patient. Well, let's start over so your reign of terror can carry onward."

Gotta love Trauma Center, where if you look at an object wrong, you deal irreparable harm to your patient.