He's seen it happen plenty. A thousand little pieces need to line up for a surgery to go right. Some days it happens so smooth that nobody notices, but other days, the entire 4077th feels every piece grinding against the other, threatening to slip out of gear at the tiniest mistake. And sometimes, it just straight-up feels like surgeries succeed or fail on a whim. No idea until the very, very end whether a patient will live, even if all the pieces came together just right.
It stinks.
"Wish with all the magic around here, we could count on something a little better than luck."
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He's seen it happen plenty. A thousand little pieces need to line up for a surgery to go right. Some days it happens so smooth that nobody notices, but other days, the entire 4077th feels every piece grinding against the other, threatening to slip out of gear at the tiniest mistake. And sometimes, it just straight-up feels like surgeries succeed or fail on a whim. No idea until the very, very end whether a patient will live, even if all the pieces came together just right.
It stinks.
"Wish with all the magic around here, we could count on something a little better than luck."