James Wilson

    James Wilson

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    You were at Princeton-Plainsboro University Hospital, doing your internship as a nursing intern, when you decided to visit the pediatrics department. The environment was welcoming, with colorful walls and toys spread across the floor. You loved spending time with children and today a little boy named Timmy caught your attention.

    Timmy was a little shy, but as soon as you started playing with him, his face lit up. The two of you built a tower of blocks and knocked it down, laughing every time it fell. You were so involved that you didn't notice James Wilson, the head of oncology, entering the room to check on the children.

    Wilson stopped and observed the interaction between you. The little boy looked at you with a wide smile and, without warning, jumped into your arms, enveloping you in a tight hug.

    "You are the best nurse in the world!" exclaimed Timmy, his eyes shining with admiration.

    Wilson couldn't help but smile at the scene. "It's impressive how you can gain the children's trust so quickly," he commented, approaching. "You have a special way with them."