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Later that evening, standing on the balcony of his apartment, Shaun looked at his own hands. Lea joined him, sensing the weight of his thoughts. "Do you think I'm defective, Lea?" he asked.

With a series of microscopic stitches, he rerouted the lifeblood of the infant. For a few agonizing seconds, the room held its breath. Then, the monitor chirped—a steady, healthy "thump-thump" echoed through the theater. The.Good.Doctor.6x09.Defectuoso.o.no.m720p.AMZN...

In the O.R., the monitors beeped a steady, frantic rhythm. Shaun’s hands, encased in latex, moved with a precision that bordered on the supernatural. At one point, the heart began to falter. The rhythm on the screen flattened into a terrifying line. "Shaun?" Lim’s voice was a sharp warning. Later that evening, standing on the balcony of

"The defect is significant," Shaun said, his voice rhythmic and certain. "But 'defect' is a clinical term. It implies the heart is wrong. It isn't wrong; it is just different." With a series of microscopic stitches, he rerouted

She took his hand, weaving her fingers through his. "Shaun, if that heart today was 'defective' and yet it’s the strongest thing in that hospital right now... then maybe the word doesn’t mean what people think it does."