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Are you good at working with your hands?

like that

Lucky you, but I have clumsy hands.

And what are you good at doing with your hands, Arandorchik? Do you eat?

The professions mentioned in the previous post seem to hint at something.

Do you have experience in surgery, jewelry making, and playing the piano?

I only have experience with the last one, but I could achieve good results in the first two as well if I dedicated time to them, because they require qualities that I possess. Meticulous work requires accuracy, concentration, precision, attentiveness, etc. And of course, suitable hands/fingers.

Surgery. Could you bear to look at, let alone delve into, someone else's flesh? Could you, if necessary to save a human life, stand at the operating table for 12 hours? Knowing that the fate of a loving father returning to his family, or condemning his two young daughters to hunger and poverty, depends on you. Knowing that you might not have the right to make a mistake. Do you want to study for a long time and work in a job that isn't exactly glamorous? Welcome.

These are already different aspects of this work. I might be able to handle the sight of blood and other things (I've seen it before and it didn't bother me), but the responsibility... that's the most difficult thing for me, because I understand what the consequences of a mistake could be, and I don't think I could take that on. But I was referring to the activity itself, not the side factors. I didn't talk about them (that's a different conversation), and the question was about possibilities, not desires (otherwise, I would be studying there right now).

Heh, everyone's complaining here :)
Hi!

Could you bear to look at it, let alone poke around in someone else's flesh?

Blood, meat, blood, meat! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's why you, my dear, won't get such a job.

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I could have written "hello, Zhenya," but he wouldn't read it anyway.

(crying)...

The long-awaited ambulance finally arrives, they load me inside, examine my wounds, administer a couple of medications, and start an IV drip. A long journey to the hospital, I'm carried on a stretcher into the operating room, and a huge surgical lamp shines in my face. It's unpleasant, it hurts, and I feel dizzy from the blood loss.
- Hello, Vistrite! :D
DAMN ARANDOR!

you won’t recognize him; he’ll be wearing a mask covering half his face. And that makes him even scarier, by the way.