I learned from Becky's comment to my Blue Shield of California post that what I thought to be a cadaver was really a "medical mannequin." These things are quite cool. They have names. They have biographies. They talk. They bleed. They have complete medical histories!
"If students provide the right treatment, the mannequin improves; if they provide the wrong treatment, the patient's condition worsens." (BBC News)
They can have heart attacks--the bad ones in which the heart stops beating. To these "robo-patients" medical students can administer medicines like epinephrine to get the heart going again. (If they get the dosage wrong, Madeline the Mannequin dies. Uh-oh!)
But I still think the commercial stinks.