"Alright, fillies and gentlecolts," the lead surgeon spoke through his mask as he leaned over the table. "Now that the patient is anesthetized, we are ready to proceed."
A heart monitor bleeped consistently through the room while a nurse squatted besides Big Mac's unconscious face, holding a breathing mask over his large, freckled muzzle.
"This is going to be a traditional colic surgical procedure," the surgeon continued the speech while tightening the cylindrical rubber gloves around his hooves. "The patient is suffering from a strangulating lipoma of the large intestine, located near the vena cava. Removing the tumorous fiber will be a delicate operation, but nothing beyond our expertise. So, faces front, eyes awake, and let's do this as smoothly as possible."
Everypony gathered around as the surgeon reached his hoof out.
"Scalpel."
Quietly, the nurse hoofed him Sweetie Belle.
"Alright..." The stallion turned the foal over in his grasp so that her horn aimed directly towards Big Mac's shaven coat. "The first step is to make a thin midline incision along the patient's umbilicus..."
The surgeon gave Sweetie's skull a firm tap, and her horn glowed like a hot iron. The surgeon then lowered her towards Big Mac's lower body. As her burning horn made contact with the flesh, a thin stream of mist flew into the air of the operating room with tiny tendrils.
"Be sure you don't strike any blood vessels along the corpus cavernosum!" Sweetie's voice cracked upside down.
"Nurse!" the surgeon barked. "Sterilization!"
A pony rushed in and slapped a mask over Sweetie's muzzle.
"Mmmf-mmmfff-mmmfff!" Sweetie Belle insisted as more steam lit the air.