The Quiet Surgeon
Language: en
When the surgical quarterly bonuses were distributed, I had ninety-nine major operations to my name and received a check for sixty-five hundred dollars. Our department head, Dr. Arthur Warren, hadn't held a scalpel all quarter. He took home a hundred thousand dollars, stood before the entire staff at morning rounds, and praised me for my "noble dedication" and "selfless spirit." Right then and there, I announced my new policy: nine to five, out the door on the dot. Within days, surgical backlogs clogged the schedule, and patient grievance lines were ringing off the hook. Warren cornered me…