Proven In Battle

It is good to have a doctor in the house.
 He tirelessly works on the war victims.  Evidently he is a military surgeon.
His patient is less than confident with his skills
After a little surgery, he was able to remove the bullet from her leg
 Skills proven.  He is ready for the big time.

 The patient, impressed, thanks the great war surgeon.

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