Ye Olden Times: The adventures of a
World War II navy surgeon:

Within a few moments after my arrival at the dispensary this morning, the crash phone rang. After an inexcusable delay the ambulance got off to the field almost as another entered bearing a poor boy who had stepped into the propeller of a B-24. He was conscious but with deep lacerations over the right frontal area. On further examination under local he proved to have a compound fracture of the skull with several deeply depressed fragments and a lacerated brain. I removed the loose fragments and elevated the depressed ones, filled the thing full of sulfonamide and sewed him up tight. This was my maiden voyage into intracranial surgery - what a place for an obstetrician! God help him from here on. [emphasis mine-ed.]

Wouldn't get away with that today.

(via the History Carnival)