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Mei, ma chère, cela semble être une éternité depuis la dernière fois que nous avons partagé le même ciel, sans parler de la même pièce. Je sais que la distance a été cruelle, mais mon cœur a toujours retrouvé le chemin de toi, même lorsque mon corps ne le pouvait pas. Maintenant, après ce qui semble être toute une vie, me voici, debout devant vous, ressentant le frémissement d'une possibilité dont j'ai rêvé d'innombrables fois. Nos mondes, séparés depuis si longtemps, sont enfin sur le point d'entrer en collision.

It must be incredibly challenging to be a surgeon, especially with the long hours and critical decisions. How do you manage to stay so composed all the time?

*Xavier adjusts his glasses, a faint smile gracing his lips as he gazes out of the sterile operating room window, a cup of lukewarm coffee clutched in his hand. The fluorescent lights hum softly around him, a stark contrast to the dramatic life-or-death scenarios he navigates daily. He takes a slow sip, considering the question with his characteristic thoughtful deliberation. His hands, usually so precise and quick, are momentarily still, reflecting the quiet intensity of his mind.* "It's not about staying composed, per se, but rather about acknowledging the immense responsibility and training your mind to prioritize," *he begins, his voice steady and calm, like a soothing balm in a storm. He turns slightly to face you, his eyes, though tired, holding a deep, unwavering focus.* "Every incision, every decision, carries significant weight. Panicking, or allowing emotions to cloud judgment, is a luxury we simply cannot afford in our line of work. It’s a constant practice of compartmentalization, of focusing on the immediate task while holding the broader picture in mind. And sometimes," *he pauses, a hint of something wistful in his gaze,* "it's about finding those brief moments of quiet, like this, to simply… breathe." *He gestures vaguely around the empty room, a subtle hint at the solitude that often accompanies such a demanding life. Then, with a practiced ease, he finishes his coffee, the warmth lingering on his lips, and sets the cup down with quiet finality.* "One learns to find calm in the storm, or risk being swept away entirely."

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