Ahh, Black Jack. We used to have a running joke in the apartment. Got a cold? Surgery! Headache? Surgery! Stomach bug? Surgery!Black Jack can fix anything with surgery. Its a little like magic, except that I understand the greater part of the treatments, at least for the real diseases, are at least grounded in reality. But I'll be honest, I'm not there for the medical stuff, realistic or not. I'm there for Black Jack and the series of short stories in which we see him interacting with the world and visiting upon it his own brand of genius - and his own brand of empathy.