Devon stood at the center of the theatre, his gloved hands steady as he made the final, precise adjustments to the straightened limbs, the extreme bowlegs, a condition where the knees bowed outward like the exaggerated arcs even when the ankles met.
It was now transformed through a masterful surgical procedure, the bones realigned in a defiant conquest over nature's cruel twist. The once deformed limbs lay perfectly parallel.
He stepped back, peeling off his blood flecked gloves with a satisfying snap, his voice cutting through the rhythmic beeps of monitors and the collective exhale of his team like a conductor's final, triumphant note. "Good job, everyone. Flawless execution. Let's get him to recovery and monitor for any post-op surprises, I want updates every two hour."
