Ward rounds are survival lessons in speed and stamina, not just medicine—you’re sprinting behind a sir who expects the latest vitals from a ward of sixty. My log book signatures came mostly from pleading “Sir, ek minute!” after rounds, and OSCE practice happened in hostel corridors at midnight. But the real learning? From that tired patient in Bed No. 12 who taught me the difference between a textbook heart murmur and the one you actually hear through the chaos.
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