St. John's Hospital, London.
Originally Posted by Neo_Version 7
Real talk, my salary isn't anything to write home about. I mean, it's quite high but nowhere near the range most would expect considering my position. I'm very fortunate to come from a wealthy family so it's not like I'm ever left wanting. At the end of the day, I do what I do because I genuinely enjoy helping people and you can't put a price on that feeling of fulfilment.
The surgical genius entered the breathless hush of the operating room...
the sound of the huge anesthetizing machine going ta-pocketa, ta-pocketa.
There were whispered introductions.
White coated Dr.:- I'm glad you came. Dr. Remington. Dr. Renshaw. Dr. Pritchard-Midford, ...- Dr. Neo_Version 7.
Dr. Neo_Version 7:- Gentlemen.
Dr. Remington:- The new anesthetizer's giving way! There's no one in the East who knows how to fix it!
Dr. Neo_Version 7:- Quiet, man. Give me your fountain pen. - That will hold for ten minutes.
All:- Astounding! He's not only the greatest surgeon in the world...