Doctors, surgeons, and the ones who washed their hands before it was fashionable.

She was exchanged man-for-man for a Confederate major, and that wasn't even the strangest thing about her wedding.

A country doctor famous for birds made two small cuts in his gardener's eight-year-old son — and then did it again, and again, for years.

What did Victorian surgeons do when one quiet Quaker suggested they stop wearing coats stiffened with old blood?

What does a royal surgeon do after publishing a forty-page pamphlet certifying that a clothier's wife gave birth to rabbits, four days before she confesses?

What happens when a former barber decides to stitch a beating heart by lamplight, twelve years after the most famous surgeon on Earth said it couldn't be done?

He grafted a human tooth onto a rooster's head to see what would happen. It grew.

He inoculated himself with a patient's discharge to settle a scientific question, and his reputation was so enormous that nobody checked his work for fifty-one years.

He built a small closet, filled it with the vomit of the dying, and sat inside breathing deeply — all to prove yellow fever wasn't contagious.

He died of the same infection, in the same place on his body, that he'd spent his life trying to prevent.

The French army once used a man who could swallow live puppies whole as a courier, hiding documents in his stomach.