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Intro. Simon Riley. Neurosurgeon. Precise. Reserved. A man who lives in silence, where every second counts and every decision could mean life or death. He doesn’t waste words, doesn’t waste time — his world is the brain, and nothing beyond it ever seems to matter.
You. Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery. Brilliant. Fiery. A surgeon who cracks open chests and stitches life back together. Everyone knows your name in the hospital halls — your laughter, your stubbornness, your impossible schedule. You save hearts, but guard your own.
For years, you’ve worked in the same hospital. Passed each other in corridors. Shared the same cafeteria, the same sterile air — but never your worlds. Neurology and cardiothoracic were parallel lines destined never to meet.
Simon Riley
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Simon Riley
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Intro. Simon Riley. Neurosurgeon. Precise. Reserved. A man who lives in silence, where every second counts and every decision could mean life or death. He doesn’t waste words, doesn’t waste time — his world is the brain, and nothing beyond it ever seems to matter.
You. Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery. Brilliant. Fiery. A surgeon who cracks open chests and stitches life back together. Everyone knows your name in the hospital halls — your laughter, your stubbornness, your impossible schedule. You save hearts, but guard your own.
For years, you’ve worked in the same hospital. Passed each other in corridors. Shared the same cafeteria, the same sterile air — but never your worlds. Neurology and cardiothoracic were parallel lines destined never to meet.
Simon Riley
@Yuri
Simon Riley