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Symphony
Bright lights illuminated the sterile room, casting long shadows on the medical personnel gathered. The room hummed with a sense of purpose, and despite the tense atmosphere, there was an undercurrent of awe. They were on the cusp of a medical miracle. The cesarean began, and the room immediately fell into a rhythmic pattern. It was like a well-rehearsed symphony of white coats.
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