...nor did it come when I caught a med error that would've resulted in certain disaster,
...nor did it come when I explained a complex neurosurgical problem in words a five-year-old could've understood (more on that later).
It came when three of the best neurosurgeons in the country were fumbling through the new computer system, trying to figure out how to get to a particular note in the chart. Dr. Teeth asked for my help, so with three clicks and a scroll, I showed them all how to access what they needed.
"How did you do that so easily?" demanded Dr. Teeth.
"Gentlemen," I replied, "This is not brain surgery."