breathe, dr. yang. don’t be crass. you’re skulking. women of your generation are graceless. it’s an affront to nature. mediocre surgeons will see you and feel themselves wilting in your shadow. do not shrink to console them. do not look for friends here. you won’t find them. none of these people have the capacity to understand you. they never will. if you’re lucky, one day, when you’re old and shriveled like me, you’ll find a young doctor with little regard for anything but their craft and you’ll train them like i trained you. until then, read a good book. you have greatness in you, yang. don’t disappoint.