"Love is a chemical imbalance," he told his medical students. "Dopamine, oxytocin. A temporary madness. If it were an organ, I'd cut it out."
One rainy Tuesday, a new patient was admitted to his ward. Her name was Hà. She was 28, a children's book illustrator. Her chart said: "Recurrent abdominal pain, lower right quadrant. Suspected appendicitis."
But when he finished, the ache in his own side vanished.