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“Good job, you are here.” Said David as I walked into the room reserved for doctors about to surge into action. There were a couple of other doctors in the room, about eighteen of them who were specialists in other medical and surgical fields.
“The schedule for today is funny,” he passed the paper in his hand to me, “A thousand surgeries scheduled for today.”
I scoffed, that was funny. It’s synonymous with functioning as a medic on a battlefront, saving soldiers who were hit by bullets and shrapnel.
“A thousand and we are just a team of very few doctors.” I returned the paper to him, “We will do our best, but I pray we don’t meet serious surgeries that would consume the whole time we have for the rest.”
“None of them will take as much time as that.” A doctor sai
