He had an open, childlike face, the features set into a continuous expression of wonder. It was as if he’d spent the last ten years in a coma and woken up to find everything new and sensational. I told him I was a medical student completing my residency, just a few more months and I’d be graduating at the top of my class. “Really? Be a doctor and operate? On people? You must be some kind of smart to be a doctor. Operate on brains, you say?” I’d said I’d been doing it for years and that it wasn’t nearly as hard as it looked. It might seem odd for a twenty-year-old brain surgeon to be begging
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