And how many have they gotten completely wrong, I wonder? Recommending hemlock as a cure for a sore neck, or something equally absurd. That'll cure the soreness, all right, but by spoiling everything else.

[She picks up the aforementioned phlebotomy equipment, making certain not to tangle the tubes as she arranges it into a reasonably neat pile for carrying and brings it over to what must be her designated "not down here" space.]

Like curing a toothache by beating someone upside the head with a stick.