Chapter 47

"Oh, you want to be a surgeon? You want to work in the emergency room?” I asked.

"Yeah, I want to be able to save lives," she remarked. "I want to have gifted hands that can save every life they touch. I want to be able to foresee which instances will succeed and which will fail. For the sake of my patients, I'd want to make fun of death.”

To make fun of death? "Well, I agree that it is our dream to help our patients cheat death, but it's a feat normal people like us can't actually accomplish."

She tucked her hair behind her ear and said, "Well, normal people like us can't, but I heard a student here did it and is still doing it." She seemed to be staring into the heavens at something invisible to me.

"You mean Adam Hunt? Deft hands?" My eyebrow went up.

"Yeah, him."

I can't even call that guy a person. A talent, really