“At twenty-seven years old, I had been introduced to a man with no name. I handled his body, cut it apart, and put it back together again. From that point on, I thought, every careless mistake I might make in hospital would be a slap in his face, every success a tribute to him, my first patient. He had given himself freely, wholeheartedly, and now I had to give him back and leave him to restful peace.”
— Jan 04, 2026 08:13AM
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