写作本身就是希望。

The human body is the most complex puzzle, and medicine is our way of solving it.

When truth is buried， it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out， it blows up everything with it. 

The past is always changing. Every time we remember something, we alter it slightly, until eventually, our memories become stories we tell ourselves.

科学的整个历史是一个渐进的自我实现的历程，重大的事件不会任意发生，但是他们反映了一种潜在的次序，而不会简单地由灵感产生。