Physician and Surgeon: A Professional Medical Journal, Količina 33J. W. Keating., 1911 |
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abdomen abscess acute amount anesthetic appearance attacks bladder blood body bowel brain cause cells cent cerebrospinal fluid cervix Cesarean section cetera child Clinical Society colon condition considerable constipation cubic centimeters cure death Detroit developed diagnosis disease Doctor Holmes doses drug eclampsia edema epidemic examination fever give graft GYNECOLOGY heart hemorrhage hospital incision increased infection interesting intestinal kidney labor lesions lumbar puncture M. D. Department marked measures medicine membrane meningitis method months muscles nasopharynx negative normal nurse OBSTETRICS occurred operation organism pain paralysis patient pelvimetry pelvis physician pia mater poliomyelitis posterior practice present pressure pulse reaction rectum removed reported REUBEN PETERSON sagittal salvarsan sepsis serum sexual showed sigmoid skin slight spinal surgery surgical sutured symptoms syphilis temperature tion tissue treatment tumor ulcer UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN ureter urine uterus vaginal virus vomiting weeks wound
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