A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call asap, changed his clothes and went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy’s father going and coming in the hall waiting for the doctor.

Dr. Matthew smiled tiredly, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. “It was a team effort, Mr. Harris. We couldn’t have done it without everyone’s dedication and hard work. David is a fighter, and I have every confidence that he’ll pull through.”

With that, Dr. Matthew bid Mr. Harris farewell and made his way to the nearest break room, where he collapsed into a chair with a weary sigh. The adrenaline that had fueled him through the surgery was beginning to ebb, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion that seemed to seep into his very soul.

But despite his weariness, Dr. Matthew felt a profound sense of satisfaction knowing that he had made a difference in someone’s life. In that moment, he realized that being a doctor wasn’t just a job – it was a calling, a sacred duty to heal and comfort those in need.

And as he closed his eyes and let the exhaustion wash over him, Dr. Matthew knew that he would do it all again in a heartbeat, for there was no greater privilege than the opportunity to save a life.