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” she asked.
“It’s outpatient surgery,” I said. “I’ll be home by lunch.”
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
In pre-op, Dr. Julian Mercer introduced himself. Younger than I expected. Expensive watch. Calm, efficient demeanor.
He barely looked at me.
“Straightforward inguinal hernia repair,” he said, glancing instead at Nicole. “Mesh reinforcement.continue reading …
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