[Lisa Ţepeş is alive and well and enjoying every last bit of being a mother, including but not limited to thriving on her child's awkward suffering. What could possibly be a better sampling of the human experience than having to deal with parrying the affections of amorous young women who can't take a hint.]

Not very often. At least, not when it comes to treating patients. Occasionally it finds...other uses.

[Bloodletting equipment in a family of vampires. Hmmm.]

Another for the pile heading back upstairs, then. Do you suppose I ought to have a shelf of jars with strange powders and leafy weeds inside them, just for the sake of appearances?