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I stared at him.
He finally looked from his phone to me.
I slowly shook my head and snapped at him, “So why did I spend 13 years in med school? If you can just…GoogleIT?”
Amadeo’s eyes rounded at my tone as he put his phone back into his suit pocket. “Look, I was just trying to help here.”
I shook my head and looked back over at his father.
The man looked highly amused as he raised his dark brows at me.
Reaching over, I plucked Amadeo’s phone up out of his pocket.
He gasped but simply sat back to stare at me.
I tapped the screen then spoke into the phone, “How many years of schooling is required to become a brain surgeon?”
Pressing the audio, his phone then used thenear to Alexavoice to reply, “Undergraduate Education would be a four year bachelor's degree at a college or university, often with a pre-medical focus, is required. After completing the undergraduate degree, aspiring neurosurgeons attend medical school for four years to earn a Doctor of Medicine or Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine degree. Following medical school, a one-year internship in general surgery is usually completed. Neurosurgery Residency is a specialized training program that typically lasts seven to eight years. Many neurosurgeons choose to pursue further specialization through a fellowship, which can add one to two years to their training, depending on the area of specialization.”
Amadeo shook his head at me and said, “No wonder you don’t laugh or smile. You have been in school from the age of five until next year. That’s almost your entire life!”
I stared at him as my mouth popped open in shock. I never thought of it this way. I also never believed anyone would put it like he did. Slaving my life away?
Looking at us both, Mr. Descalia tilted his head back and let out a hearty laugh.
Chapter Five:Courage Beyond Stupidity
Amadeo
“I mean holy hell! Kindergarten to infinity?” I exclaimed. “I just cannot imagine tests and finals that go on forever. To me that is a nightmare.”
My father kept laughing.
Gia stared at me and said, “I’m technically still in school.”
I nearly gaped at her as I couldn’t help my absolute shock, so I kept going, “Still? How is that even possible? Didn’t you ever want to break away from it? For at least a year or something?”
“I really couldn't. I am only five years into my Residency. I still have two years of that left, then the Fellowship for a year.”
I actually gasped as I dramatically placed a hand over my chest. “That is cruel and unusual punishment in my world. Like did you have strict parents or what?”
She slowly shook her head. “Oh, it was never their idea. It was all mine.”
“All yours?” I asked.
Finally, my father spoke up, “Just like Giovanni. He went for eight years, I think? All his idea too.”
All I could do was keep shaking my head in total confusion. “Like don’t you want to live a little?”
Cocking her head at me, she seemed to really consider this question very seriously. “Of course I do. I have gone on trips to interesting places. Taken sabbaticals.”
“Just to let loose?” I asked her. “Or did those trips have something to do with the medical field?”
She simply shook her head.
“Oh, wow,” I said. “So they were doctor trips? School trips?”
She looked away.
