“What else is the help of medicine than love?” — Paracelsus
One rainy night in August, I was walking along the barely lit corridors of the hospital. The day had been hectic as usual: attending to outpatients, reading ECGs, doing the rounds on the pay floors, and listening in at a lunchtime conference. I was feeling fatigue from all the power walking and an ignored stomach crying for supper.
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