Sutures.

I got to suture up the skin after a surgery two days ago.
And the sutures were satisfying, but they were just the smallest part of the procedure. Countless textbooks Googled pictures, and videos don't match up to seeing the intestines with your naked eyes.
It's beautiful, it really is! Even feeling a faecolith from outside the intestinal wall is really enriching. 
I began to wonder what I did to deserve this gift, to see the insides of a human body while it was still running. I got to witness how we fix it, and maybe in the future I'll even get to do it myself.
I used to question the pain and suffering we're put through in the quest of treating patients. Why should I go through such torture when all I'm trying to do is help someone? While I ran my hand over a bowel loop and felt the squishy mesentery, I realised why.
It's because this is a privilege; the satisfaction of healing isn't something that you can buy. It's the biggest pleasure of them all. A content life, peaceful sleep, knowing another person is alive because of your work-- this is nothing short of a priceless privilege.