Ashan 21st, Arc 721
“Medicine“, Devin told Magdalene, a red-haired young human woman and one of his classmates as they walked to class together. “Doesn’t make any sense. Why do we have dentists? Why do we have doctors that specialize in cutting people open? Why do we have toxicologists?” he wanted to know in a fairly exasperated tone of voice.
“We have dentists so that people don’t have to extract their own teeth – or get nasty infections or even sepsis and die because they decide to keep their infected teeth in – and we have toxicologists because someone has to study poisons and cure people who have been poisoned, and as for surgeons”, Magdalene began in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
Once upon a time, she might have looked at Devin a little strangely because he had asked such a question, but over the course of time, she had come to the realization that Devin always had a reason. The problem was that his reason was often quite different from other people’s!
“I know, I know”, Devin, who was garbed in a fashionable royal blue suit and a black lace shirt that trial assured her. “But why are there all those specialized specialists? If you specialize, you risk becoming narrow-minded and being unable to see a disease as a whole. Sometimes, the teeth aren’t all that matters. Sometimes, a problem with a patient’s toe can be related. What if you overlook that because you spend most of your time extracting teeth?” he asked Magdalene and looked at her questioningly.
“You are a dentist”, Magdalene pointed out.
“Yes”, Devin replied and shrugged his shoulders, thoroughly unimpressed. “But I’ll write my thesis on mutations, I cut boils open, I fix broken limbs, and I even treated someone with bronchitis once. I do everything. I just happen to like teeth. And mutations. Those are great as well."
“If you specialize, you can master a specific branch of medicine and subsequently become better at treating patients with similar symptoms. It also helps when it comes to research”, Magdalene argued. “That’s important. You can’t master every branch of medicine”, she insisted only in order to look at Devin incredulously a moment later. “Oh no, please don’t say that you’ll plan on mastering everything! I’m willing to concede that you are pretty clever, but nobody can do that!”
“Wanna bet?” Devin retorted, grinned and fluttered his eyelashes for a bit of an additional effect.
Whatever it was that Magdalene wanted to say, she never got the opportunity to say it as it was just then that they finally reached the classroom that was already quite full that trial.
Devin grinned at Magdalene, bowed in a somewhat exaggerated fashion and gestured for her to walk in first, and then he quickly followed her.
Together, they went looking for an empty desk.
“Medicine“, Devin told Magdalene, a red-haired young human woman and one of his classmates as they walked to class together. “Doesn’t make any sense. Why do we have dentists? Why do we have doctors that specialize in cutting people open? Why do we have toxicologists?” he wanted to know in a fairly exasperated tone of voice.
“We have dentists so that people don’t have to extract their own teeth – or get nasty infections or even sepsis and die because they decide to keep their infected teeth in – and we have toxicologists because someone has to study poisons and cure people who have been poisoned, and as for surgeons”, Magdalene began in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
Once upon a time, she might have looked at Devin a little strangely because he had asked such a question, but over the course of time, she had come to the realization that Devin always had a reason. The problem was that his reason was often quite different from other people’s!
“I know, I know”, Devin, who was garbed in a fashionable royal blue suit and a black lace shirt that trial assured her. “But why are there all those specialized specialists? If you specialize, you risk becoming narrow-minded and being unable to see a disease as a whole. Sometimes, the teeth aren’t all that matters. Sometimes, a problem with a patient’s toe can be related. What if you overlook that because you spend most of your time extracting teeth?” he asked Magdalene and looked at her questioningly.
“You are a dentist”, Magdalene pointed out.
“Yes”, Devin replied and shrugged his shoulders, thoroughly unimpressed. “But I’ll write my thesis on mutations, I cut boils open, I fix broken limbs, and I even treated someone with bronchitis once. I do everything. I just happen to like teeth. And mutations. Those are great as well."
“If you specialize, you can master a specific branch of medicine and subsequently become better at treating patients with similar symptoms. It also helps when it comes to research”, Magdalene argued. “That’s important. You can’t master every branch of medicine”, she insisted only in order to look at Devin incredulously a moment later. “Oh no, please don’t say that you’ll plan on mastering everything! I’m willing to concede that you are pretty clever, but nobody can do that!”
“Wanna bet?” Devin retorted, grinned and fluttered his eyelashes for a bit of an additional effect.
Whatever it was that Magdalene wanted to say, she never got the opportunity to say it as it was just then that they finally reached the classroom that was already quite full that trial.
Devin grinned at Magdalene, bowed in a somewhat exaggerated fashion and gestured for her to walk in first, and then he quickly followed her.
Together, they went looking for an empty desk.