“Let us begin,” he said.

In a few precisely controlled movements, the doctor pulled a small leather bundle from his duffle bag and unfurled the tools of his trade beside the makeshift operating table, in this case was a dilapidated old easy chair.

The wound was in the deltoid region of the arm. A gunshot at a relatively close range the doctor surmised. The bullet shot clean through and had missed any major vessels and bone. In other words, whoever it was, was a lousy shot.

“All that he needs is some tissue repair. I don’t see any significant damage though the muscle is clearly shredded.”

His comment was answered with a somber nod. The doctor set about with more precisely controlled movements. He injected some local anesthesia and gave the patient a piece of leather to bite down on. And then followed with repairing the damage with the some thread and needles and a milliliter of biodegradable nanobot suspension."

“It is done,” the doctor declared. “Total time: 47 minutes.” The usual payment is expected.