Again, I know I promised more chapters per week, but I have final exams at uy and projed assig submissions, whie a lot of my time.
There may be possibly a couple more weeks with the old update schedule (a neter every Sunday), and then I will tih several chapters per week (3).
Enjoy.
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"Then obviously it's not just diagnosis," Dr. Thomas said, smiling broadly after joking with his wife, "you work surprisingly well under pressure. I've seen final year students freeze when put in situations like this in hospitals all the time," he tinued while ughing.
"That was quite fast, it seemed like you were about to throw the chair flying," Dottie added, amused.
"I just happeo know the maneuver," I said again, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the elderly couple's gratutions.
"That's not just knowledge, you seem to have experiehat I've only seen in very few people," Dr. Thomas said, still amused.
"I've practiced quite a few hours in the hospital's skills b in Texas," I expined.
"You have an amazing grandson," the man who had been choking on food a few moments ago, somehow stealthily approag our table, said, surprising me as he came up behind me.
"We knoarently without intending to correct the man, Dottie said, hugging Dr. Thomas's arm.
"I wao thank you properly, son, now that I breathe like a normal person," the man said, smiling broadly and somewhat embarrassed, stretg out his hand.
Standing up, I shook hands to accept the man's gratitude properly.
"You don't have to thank me, I'm sure if it wasn't me, someone else would know what to do," I expined calmly.
"I wouldn't bet on that. If it weren't for you, I'd either be on my way to the hospital od forbid, dead right now, so let me thank you properly," the man said, lightly patting my shoulder.
Releasing my shoulder, the man called over the restaurant owner who had just e out of the kit with on his face, apparently one of his employees had informed him of the situation.
"Sam, my God, are you okay?" Alessandro, the restaurant owner, nervously asked, approag the more robust man.
"Yes, my friend, this young man here saved my life," unfortunately for me, the man named Sam said loudly, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"Oh PJ, I knew you were someone special the moment I saw you," Alessandro said, smiling broadly as he raised his arms with great excitement.
"Alessandro, whatever this young man here wants along with his grandparents, put it on my tab," holding my shoulder, Sam, the robust man, said, shaking me slightly.
"sider it done," Alessandro replied cheerfully immediately, "now you're one of my friends, PJ, whenever you want, there will always be a table avaible for you," the restaurant owner added, taking my other shoulder.
"If you need anything, anything at all iure, don't hesitate to call," pulling out what looked like a business card from his jacket, Sam said as he ha to me, "you saved my life so there's no small favor," he tinued, squeezing my shoulder.
The two boisterous men after bidding farewell walked away chatting with each hing almost to the point of tears, oblivious to all the attention they were receiving.
"It looks like PJ's treating this dinner," Dr. Thomas, who along with Dottie had simply sat bajoying the 'show', said ironically.
"It's actually Sam," pointing with my head to the robust man who was still happily talking to the restaurant owner, I said.
"Potato, potahto," Dr. Thomas said, amused.
At the end of the dinner, after a delicious Italian dessert made with hardened caramel of some sort, we left the restaurant, not without being bid farewell again by Alessandro and Sam, I was sure I had received enough cheek kisses from a man for quite a while.
The journey back was quite peaceful as we listeo musi the Thomases' car.
In the beautiful house of the elderly couple, they introduced me to Alfred, who was a very formal man, always keeping his back straight.
Using a phone in the house, I called home again, this time finally being able to speak to mom, arently found out much ter than she should have about my arrival in Boston, hence my siblings, who were already asleep at that time, would be grounded for at least a few days.
"Your room is at the end of the hallway, you have your own bathroom, and feel free to e down for a te-night snaytime, I always do," after my call home, Dr. Thomas said, pointing to a door on the sed floor of the house.
"Have a good night, PJ dear," Dottie said with her ever-present kind smile before walking to what I was sure was the elderly couple's bedroom.
"Tomorrow I'd like you to apao campus, I have to pick up some dots," Dr. Thomas said.
"Sure," I replied without issue, hiding a tiny suspi about the real reason the doctor was takio the Harvard Medical School campus; obviously, it wasn't just a simple errand for dots.
"Well, PJ, I hope you have a good night," g his hands together in a small appuse, Dr. Thomas said before following his wife down the hallposite the room I would be using these days.
The decoration ihomases' house was stunning, paintings and sculptures filled the long hallway of the sed floor, downstairs even had a grand piano and the floor, like ialiaaurant, seemed shiny almost like a mirror.
In the guest room where I would be staying, my previously packed belongings in my suitcase were now ly arranged ihe room's closet, obviously the work of the butler, and that was all fine, but seeing my underroperly folded and anized was strange.
After a short bodyweight exercise routine, I took a bath in the surprisingly spacious guest room bathroom before retiring to the incredibly fortable bed for sleep.
The day, with my biological clock fully aced to Texas time, I woke up at what would normally be my usual hour, but in Boston, it was an hour ter.
Despite being miles away from home, my routine had to remain the same. Dressed in fortable and warm clothes, I left the guest room ready to go for my daily run.
"Good m, Mr. Dun. I hope you had a pleasant night's sleep. Would you be ied in a cup of coffee or possibly a gss e juice?" Alfred, dressed in what seemed to be his uniform and a pletely calm apron, asked from the doorway leading to what I could tell was the kit.
"Good m, Alfred," quickly ign the surprise of the man's prese su early hour I said, "a gss of water when I return from my run would be perfect, thank you very much," I tinued. I still didn't drink coffee, and although e juice sounded very appealing, I preferred to save it for breakfast rather than before running.
"I uand. Have a fruitful run, and watch out for the i the sidewalk, it's slippery at this time of the year," Alfred said with a barely perceptible smile as he re-ehe kit.
U home, the start of the run was plete agony. The almost freezing air stung with every breath until I could get aced a few minutes into the run. As Alfred had mentiohe sidewalk oreet was extremely slippery; more than once, I nearly fell while trying to stop on the icy pavement.
Apart from the weather and the difficulty of running on frozen streets, running somewhere other than my neighborhood was a wele ge. Watg the sunrise, seeing the houses, and other people going about their lives made me feel somehow alive.
After finishing the run aurning to the Thomases' house, no one except Alfred was awake. Taking a gss of water that Alfred oddly had prepared on a tray along with a small towel, which I avoided toug to avoid dirtying unnecessary things.
"I hope your run was fruitful," Alfred said, keeping his body pletely straight with one hand hidden behind his back as he held the tray.
"Yes, thank you for the water," returning the gss to the tray carefully to not interfere with the bahe man had while holding it.
"You're wele," Alfred replied, ining his head slightly. "Breakfast is about to begin; I reend you hurry with your bath," he tinued, cheg a watch he had inside his suit before entering the kit again.
Every m after waking up, I made my bed before my daily run. Upoering the guest room, what I had doh the bed was pletely repced by Alfred's obvious meticulous work. The bed looked like something out of a magazine, perfectly made; it even seemed like the room had been ed during my absence.
Preparing the clothes I would wear after my bath, following the butler's advice, I quickly took a rexing hot bath before heading downstairs again.
In the dining room, the Thomases were already seated with breakfast ptes seemingly freshly served in front of them.
"Ah, PJ, join us. I hope you like pancakes; Alfred makes the best ones on the East Coast," Dr. Thomas said kindly, g his hands together and indig ay seat at the table.
"Even away from home, you tio exercise in the ms," Dottie said with her ever-present kind smile. "It's a great quality to have discipline."
"I've always said, exerg is the best way to start a m," Dr. Thomas exaggeratedly said, ign a strange look his wife gave him.
"More syrup for your pancakes, dear?" Dottie asked with an ironic smile, raising a small pitcher.
"Oh, yes, please," Dr. Thomas replied cheerfully, reag out his hand to take the small pitcher, much to Dottie's amusement.
After finishing breakfast, Dottie, who had to 'freshen up,' left with Frank, while Dr. Thomas and I, in another car of the couple's, set off for the Harvard Medical School campus.
"Oh, you'll love it, PJ. It's too cold for students to fill the gardens right now so sadly we will not be able to appreciate the view of the gardens full of people doing their things, we have one of the rgest medical libraries in the try, the best professors in the try, and top-notch facilities," Dr. Thomas said enthusiastically as he drove, with no iion of hiding his obvious pn to i me in the school.
The jouro the campus was surprisingly short, and in a few minutes, I saw the building that was filled with so many memories. It was exactly as I could remember it, at least the school was. There were shops and businesses around the campus that I didn't reize.
During my time on campus in my past life, I wasn't someone who ventured much beyond the four walls of the dorm, library, or . There were few occasions when, managing to gather a few dolrs, I ventured off-campus to one of the nearby cafes to escape the crowds.
All these ges I entered could or could not make sense sidering the year I was in. In my past life, I hadered medical school until many years ter, possibly these few pces I remembered outside the campus had not yet been built.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Dr. Thomas asked, bringi of my thoughts with a smile that bordered ance.
"Yeah," I simply replied.
After parking Dr. Thomas's car in its designated spot, we ehe administration building, where many of the doctors' private offices were located. "I just o take care of some important dots I o review, and we take a quick tour if we still have time," the doctor said, smiling oddly.
Outside one of the offices, Dr. Thomas greeted a woman who was carefully reviewing some dots. "Ah, Dr. Thomas, is it already so te?" the woman asked nervously, quickly cheg her wristwatch.
"Oh, no, don't worry. I came a bit early to finish reviewing the board papers," the doctor said with a slight smile, quickly calming the nervous secretary.
"Wait..." cheg a small notebook on her desk with a furrowed brow, the woman said slowly, "those papers have been ready for several days, doctor. I don't have anything else on your schedule," she tinued.
"Oh, that's right," with what I immediately dised as false surprise, the doctor excimed, "I pletely fot." Turning bae still in his act, the elderly man tinued, "It seems we have time for a full tour of the campus, what luck," cheg his own wristwatch, Dr. Thomas said with a slight smile.
"Yeah, luck" I said amused. There was o 'trick' me into ing for a tour; I would have gdly e, but it was funny to see the doctor be proud of himself.
"Let's go," cheerfully g his hands together in a resounding appuse and with much excitement, Dr. Thomas said before walking towards the campus, "oh, Mallory, please take the rest of the day off; I hope to see you tonight," the doctor stopped, turning to his now smiliary, "sure thing, doctor. Thank you," the woman replied cheerfully.
"Let's go, PJ, we have a lot to see," urging me forward, Dr. Thomas said, walking surprisingly quickly for someone his age.
With Dr. Thomas obviously ied in showing me everything the school had to offer, we walked through the premises.
"And here we have another lecture hall," after cheg his wristwatch several times, Dr. Thomas said before silently pushing open another door.
The pce was surprisingly crowded, which was usual depending on your schedule anization, as csses on Saturdays were on. It was also possible that there were guest speakers giving a lecture.
"It seems there's a lecture," whispering, Dr. Thomas, obviously feigning surprise once again, said as he gently nudged me to enter.
Urgio take a seat in one of the free chairs at the back of the auditorium, Dr. Thomas sat beside me, gesturing silently to a surprised studeo us to quiet down.
"So, having this list of symptoms," the man at the front, an older man, possibly a few years youhan Dr. Thomas, said with great theatricality, "is anyone willing to take a guess and offer a diagnosis for everyone present?" maintaining his cheerful demeanor, he asked, moving around in front of the room.
Turning to look at Dr. Thomas, I found the man smiling ily at me. Well pyed, doctor.
"Paicer. To firm it, I would duct diagnostic tests, blood analysis, liver fun, tomography, ultrasound, and biopsy," interrupting the silehat the doctor's question had created, one of the students quickly said, apparently winning over a few others who tried to raise their hands.
Suppressing a small amused snort, I lowered my head; only with the symptoms, not the medical history? Not even House would do that... Well, actually.
"Quick response, and in lih several textbooks, indeed," the doctor at the front of the css smiled. "When you hear hoofbeats, think of horses not zebras." After a few seds of silehe doctor tinued, "does anyone know what this means?" he asked again.
"The importance of sidering the most on and probable expnations for a patient's symptoms first, rather than rare or unlikely causes," audent immediately responded, apparently learning from the first one's example.
"Yes," pointing to the student who answered, the presenting doctor nodded immediately, "while it may be true that symptoms like abdominal pain, unexpined weight loss, jaundice, fatigue, and ges in bowel habits are early symptoms of paicer, I cheated a bit in my first question, does anyone know how?" he asked again.
After the doctor's question, no other student responded as they discussed quietly among themselves.
As the students whispered, Dr. Thomas beside me lightly nudged my elbow, silently urgih his head to answer.
Quickly shaking my head, I responded silently to the man.
"I know Dr. Eaton, don't worry," Dr. Thomas murmured to me, apparently dedug that my ck of i in responding was due to fear of interrupting the css. The truth was, I gained nothing but attention by responding; I wasn't enrolled in this css.
"It seems everything House says about you is a lie," with a sigh, turning his head in what I could dis as another act of feigned disappoi, Dr. Thomas said. Why would he want to draw attention to me now? It would serve no purpose.
"Anyone?" maintaining his smile, Dr. 'Eaton' at the front of the auditorium asked.
Sighing again, Dr. Thomas symbolically nudged me.
No one would respond, why should I? "There's not enough medical history," I responded loudly, immediately hearing the seats in front of me creak as the students turheir bodies.
Dr. Thomas triumphantly raised his hand to cover half of his smiling face.
"We have all the symptoms, what else do we need?" with clear disdain in his voice, the first student who had respoo a question asked, obviously trying to mock me.
"Yes, Mr..." Dr. Eaton smiled slightly as he searched and put on a pair of gsses he had hanging from his coat.
"Dun," I replied, already regretting my response.
"So, Mr. Dun, what else might we need?" widening his smile as he g Dr. Thomas beside me, Dr. Eaton asked.
"I don't know, many things, medications the patient frequently take, the job, lifestyle, duration and iy of symptoms, when they appeared, the age, ethnicity, nationality, so many things that we 't appreciate just with symptoms written on a board," I responded seriously, ign the amused gnces of the other students present.
"Why would we o know about your job and lifestyle?" much more arrogantly, the first student who had respoo a question asked once again.
"Anood question, Mr. Dun," apparently not ied in interrupting whatever was happening, Dr. Eaton said cheerfully.
"Depending ohere are many things that could be expined by a person's job or lifestyle with those symptoms. If it's a man who works in an enviro where he uses force stantly, possibly the prolonged use of NSAIDs for muscle pain could cause gastritis, the foods he es in his daily life could indicate if the patient could have peptic ulcers, any infmmatory bowel disease would present with the same symptoms, 's disease, ulcerative colitis, even a person suddenly develop celiac disease, which would expin many of the symptoms," I expined directly, looking at the guy a few years older than me.
"Absolutely correct," smiling widely, Dr. Eaton said, "although there's one symptom you didn't list." Pointing to jaundi the board, Dr. Eaton tinued, squinting his eyes apparently waiting for me to tinue.
Recalling my first iion with House, I couldn't help but smile faintly. "Does the patie a lot of carrots?" I asked, making Dr. Thomas beside me snort amusedly, an a that Dr. Eaton imitated but leting out a loud ugh, while the other people in the auditorium, puzzled by the presenter's behavior to my response, began to discuss among themselves again.
"Certainly, carotehe active po of carrots, in excessive intake tint a patient's skin yellow," nodding slightly, the doctor expined, causing the students to jot down notes in their notebooks.
"It could also be a accumution of excess bilirubin, but again, only with a better medical history would we know for sure," I said.
"Again, correct," Dr. Eaton poi me, saying, "Mr. Dun, are you aware that this is an introductory css?" Dr. Eaton, losing his smile, asked seriously, squinting behind his gsses, seemingly trying to crify my presence.
"Now he does, Josef," interrupting whatever my response might have been, Dr. Thomas said.
"Ah, then if he was your panion, Don," smiling again, Dr. Eaton said.
"This is PJ from Texas, whom I mentioned earlier. We were taking a tour wheumbled upon your css and interrupted," Dr. Thomas expined as if it hadn't been their pn from the start.
"Ah, PJ Dun, of course," smiling broadly, Dr. Eaton said, snapping his fingers. "It's not an interruption. Mr. Dun here signifitly accelerated much of what I had pnned for today's css," the man tinued, amused.
"So, we'll let you tih the rest of your css in peace, Josef," cheg his watch, Dr. Thomas said. "Youngsters, you may have heard from some of your professors that ing to medical school is stantly a petition," Dr. Thomas, standing up, calmly annouo the css. "It is, but that doesn't mean you pete with disdain for your future colleagues," he tinued, obviously fog on the impassive student. "Be curious, not judgmental."
"Thank you for your words, Don," maintaining his friendly smile from the front, Dr. Eaton said, slightly nodding his head. "I hope to meet again soon, Mr. Dun," bidding me farewell, the doctor tinued.
"What incredible lue across a medical diagnostic css by Josef Eaton. He's been my colleague for many years. In fact, if I recall correctly, he taught a few tricks to your curreor," outside the auditorium as we walked through the school halls, Dr. Thomas said. "If you e to this school, I'm sure you'll refine whatever Gregory teaches you."
"Yeah sure," I could only scoff, denying the man's shamelessness.
"We still have some time to grab a cup of coffee before heading home. I know a good pce off-campus," leading the way, Dr. Thomas said as we walked.
In one of the establishments I didn't reize, Dr. Thomas, after greeting the waitress familiarly, ordered two cups of coffee while telling me a bit of his story.
For several mihe doctor narrated his residency days and how tiring but rewarding the whole process could be, as well as his time as a chief physi in a hospital in New York.
When he checked his watch again after we both finished our coffee, rhythmically tapping the table with his fingers, he took his wallet a some bills oable. "It's time to be even more celebrated," the doctor said, exaggeratedly proud, standing up.
During the ride back, Dr. Thomas tio tell me stories about his youth and the time he spent in the military.
When we arrived at the Thomas' house, the other car in which Dottie and Frank had left moments before Dr. Thomas and I, arked on the side of the beautiful house.
Upoering the house, Dr. Thomas nervously stopped me for a moment before saying, "Oh my God, we're ter than I expected. I don't mind being a few mie, but Dottie would murder us, especially me."
"Don't worry, doctor," I said, amused by the man's sudden ay.
I really didn't hat much time to get ready.
Once again, in the guest room, the work of the house butler left me pletely surprised. The outfit I had bought the day before at the airport was ominously id out, pletely stretched and apparently ironed on the bed.
It felt strange, as if my movements were pnned by someone else.
After overing the ordeal that strangely prepared clothing had left me, I quickly dressed. I had only worn such a 'formal' outfit thrice: the first day of medical school, the day of my job interview and and the day mom was buried every time wearing the same suit.
After fixing myself up, I went downstairs to find Dr. Thomas surprisingly already dressed faster than me.
"That was quick," I said, still surprised that a man his age could ge clothes so fast.
"You'd be surprised what fear achieve," ughing, Dr. Thomas said. "Oh, let me," approag me, the man said as he undid the tie knot I had made. I had learo tie them myself, and it had been a long time since I had done one, so it was obviously poorly done.
"Oh, don't worry about this. I remember when Junior wore a suit for the first time, we were about to cut the tie so he could breathe properly," apparently seeing the embarrassment on my face, Dr. Thomas expined, amused, finishing the knot and stepping back to see his work.
"Looking sharp, dor. Dun," ing out of the kit with his expressionless face, Alfred said. "By the way, Mr. Dun, your dirty undry is all washed. I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty," with a hint of a small smile, the butler said again, making me nervous for some reason.
"Thank you," avoiding the strange feeling that practically a plete stranger was washing my underwear, I said.
A few mier, Dottie, also dressed up, joined us. "I 't believe my luck. Today, I'll go celebrate the sed best thing that ever happeo me in life, and I'll go with the best thing that ever happeo me in life," smiling at his wife, Dr. Thomas said. "And PJ," he added a moment ter with amusement.
"You're an incurable ftterer," turning her face, Dottie said, trying to hide a big smile.
"I just say what I really think," defending himself, Dr. Thomas said.
"Yeah sure, that's why you took PJ to the campus so early, you didn't have any other motives," squinting her eyes, Dottie said seriously.
"Oh, look at the time, I don't want to be te," cheg his watch, Dr. Thomas said, gently taking Dottie's arm and guiding her out of the house.
Smiling spiratorially at Dottie, I followed the couple out of the house to the car where Frank was waiting for us. "How about you join me in the fro, PJ?" the driver said before closing the rear door behind the elderly couple.
"Sure," seeing how close Dr. Thomas and Dottie got into the car, ughing, I decided not to bother them in the back, surely Frank thought the same.
"It's just unfortable the first few times; give it some time, and you'll get used to wearing it like your sed skin," Frank said, notig my unfortable movements. During the car ride, I could feel how the suit jacket restricted my body a bit, especially my arms and chest. Sitting down seemed to tighten even more for some reason.
"When sitting down, you also have to unbutton, and when you stand up again, button the upper buttons, he bottom one," pointing at my jacket, the man tinued, "you do it only using yht hand and without looking down." Taking his right hand off the steering wheel, Frank showed me how in his own jacket.
"Is there anything else I should know?" I asked, genuinely ied. I didn't know a sihing of what the man had exposed to me; I was sure there was a ridiculous amount of etiquettes of which I had no idea.
"That's basically it. It'll teach you how to order a Martini the right way, but you're still too young to drink," keeping his eyes on the road, the driver said with a stra meaningful smile.
After several more minutes of driving, we arrived at what seemed to be a hall with several cars parked outside. Once again, after bidding farewell to Frank, I followed the elderly couple into the venue.
"Ah, Frederick, I'm so gd you could make it," immediately upoering the pce, Dr. Thomas greeted someone cheerfully.
The pce was surprisingly crowded with people, all adults, some much older than others, but none close to my age, I mean, it was obvious, but for some reason, I felt strange seeing that the only people near my age were those carrying trays with small ptes of food and drinks.
"Allow me to introduce you to PJ Dun, an incredibly bright young prodigy," Dr. Thomas said, taking me by the shoulder and approag the man he was talking to. "PJ, this is Dr. Frederick Titan, chairman of the state medical board," as I shook hands with the some truly important doctor, Dr. Thomas said.
The state medical board is responsible futing the practiedie and granting medical lises.
"If I recall correctly from the article, you're from Texas Teiversity; you seem extremely young," shaking my hand kindly, Dr. Titan said.
"Oh, you don't know the half of it. PJ isn't even in college yet; in fact, he hasn't finished high school," Dr. Thomas said, ughing a mome the surprise on the faces of the few people who were listening to the versation.
"I beg your pardon," surprised, Dr. Titan said, opening his eyes widely. "You're still in high school?" he asked.
"I'm in my freshman year," I responded, somewhat embarrassed for some reason.
"Truly impressive," nodding with surprise, Dr. Titan said. "How do you have enough knowledge to be helpful in su article?" with a touch of disbelief, Dr. Titan asked.
"I have access to a lot of medical study material," I replied.
"Gregory House, who was once a protege of mine a long time ago, took PJ under his wing, and Texas Tech allowed PJ access to its library," putting his hand on my shoulder, seemingly with pride, Dr. Thomas said.
"Ah, Gregory House, I know him," nodding strangely, Dr. Titan gave me a scrutinizing look, apparently studying my way of ag.
"Dr. House is a great doctor, and I learn a lot about medie from him," feeling like I would have to say it many more times throughout the night, I said, emphasizing the word 'medie,' making it clear that I wasn't the same as House.
"Well, whoever teaches you, I'm sure you'll go far," regaining his friendly smile, Dr. Titan said.
"Get in line, Frederick," smiling friendly at the other doctor, Dr. Thomas said with a hint of warning.
It seemed that Dr. Thomas had already decided that I would be another of his 'protégés.'
"Always the same, Don. I don't uand how you mao find so many brilliant minds," amused, Dr. Titan shook his eyes.
"Well, uhers, Frederick, I decided to focus my career on teag, and from time to time, I find these brilliant minds," triumphantly smiling, Dr. Thomas said shaking my shoulder with pride.
"Bh, it's poiue. I hope to meet again, PJ, whenever you need something, you call," taking a card from his jacket, Dr. Titan said, handing it to me. I had obtaihe business card with the direumber of an important figure without any problem.
After that, following Dr. Thomas, who was happily dragging me around the pce, I met many other equally important people. As time went by, the event hall began to fill up, as did the pocket where I had started to keep the business cards.
One of the other people I met under Dr. Thomas's guidance was his co-author, the surgeon Joseph Murray. "Who would've thought you're really a teenager? I thought it was a bad joke from Don," ughing cheerfully, Dr. Murray said, eically shaking my hand.
"I assure you, the st time I checked, I'm pletely real," smiling kindly at the man who had allowed my o appear in an article he co-authored, I repeated the joke I had made when I met Dr. Thomas at the airport many ho.
"I see that. Have you eaten or had anything to drink?" holding my shoulder, Dr. Murray asked, "at that bar, you order whatever you want; I'm sure they have some non-alcoholic drink," pointing to a bar at the side of the event hall, the doctor tinued.
Taking the man's kind hint, I thanked him as I said goodbye to the two celebrated doctors because apparently, they had things to discuss privately.
I was certainly very thirsty; I had been introduced to dozens of people and therefore had to repeat hundreds of words.
" I have a gss of water? Please," approag the bartender, I said, receiving a tall gss of refreshing water.
"Dr. Grey, how o see you here today," someone said a few steps away from me, catg my attention. I had learhat name a long time agh a surprising surgical procedure. A few steps away from me, an older man was talking to a strangely serious-looking woman eared to be my mother's age.
I had read a lot about Dr. Ellis Grey, wiwo years ago of an award given to the best surgeons in the try, which I had never heard of, the Harper Avery.
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Author's Thoughts:
As always, I'm not Ameri, not a doctor, and not a fighter.
I have no idea what's inside a medical school, so I pletely ied it, don't sue me.
I've added some important characters for the volume of the novel in this chapter; some may be quite obvious, but others perhaps not so much. Let's see who's the first to decipher the ins of these characters.
By the way, I highly doubt I o make this crification, but apart from images on Google, the closest I've been to the Harvard Medical School campus is approximately 3,686.46 km (2,290.66 mi) in a straight line, acc to Google Maps.
With that said,
I think that's all. As always, if you find any errors, please let me know, and I'll correct them immediately.
Thank you for reading! :D
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