I submit that Scott Siebel, knows very well that he isn't supposed to do what he does. That is why he waits to get the patient alone. He wouldn't DARE do it in front of the surgeon because he would be caught immediately.

He is willful in his unethical behavior.

He waits to get the patient ALONE. This is the strategy, the modus operandi of such abusers.  This is what some pastor did to my mom during hospice. Oh, he didn't try to pray to Jesus with her in front of US because he didn't want a knuckle sandwich. He waited till he got her alone and started grabbing her hand and praying to Jesus.

Jesus Christ.

Similarly, Scott Siebel, this sneaky, penny ante predator, doesn't try to pray to injured patients in front of the surgeon because he knows darned well he'll get caught immediately and be outed as the unethical person that he is. No, he waits...  It is not naiveté as he would prefer others to believe so he can say ¡No sé donde tenía la cabeza! No, no it is not naiveté; it is cunning.

     To be in the hands of someone like Scott Siebel was not how I wanted my mom to spend the last day of her life. 

     Neither was this  the way I wanted to spend the last day of MY life should something go wrong with the job of a person who apparently is so bad at his craft that he thinks he needs divine intervention to keep the patient from dying.

      Scott Siebel apparently wants to believe that he lives in an alternate universe where grown men, strangers to one another, fall down in pious prayer in a manner that would make a Norwegian black rat hurl up everything but its toenails. I was not at the hospital to verify his idiocy. To his disappointment, the crestfallen Scott Siebel found that I was a grown man and I wasn't AVAILABLE for that kind of puddle play.

I told him I wouldn't pray with him and so perhaps he gave me a double dose of anesthesia to get the post surgery amnesia pushed back just a little farther so I wouldn't rat him out. I don't know. I do know that telling him to go blow with his prayer, to go peel his bananas is the last thing I remember. And I couldn't count to ten for a week and a half. But I hadn't forgotten his chicanery and eventually I recovered enough to rat him out.

    Sadly, a person with this type of selfish, unethical character cannot be reformed. Only tamed. When he's back doing cleft palates in Ethiopia away from his boss's supervision he will regress to this revolting behavior immediately.