The New York Prescriptions
The cab dropped him on Canal Street and he kept walking, his leather case bumping against his thigh with every step. New York did not slow down for anyone, and Vincent Zhao had learned this lesson early. He had come from Queens with nothing but a medical degree from a university nobody in Manhattan had heard of and a wooden case containing seven instruments his grandfather had shipped across...
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