Author's POV:
Malav was doing rounds along with Madhu that morning, checking on patients and giving out instructions with his usual calm precision. The corridors of the hospital were filled with the faint hum of ventilators, the steady rhythm of footsteps, and the occasional cry from the pediatric ward nearby. Madhu trailed behind him, jotting down every word he said in her small notepad, admiring the confidence with which he handled everything — from impatient relatives to panicking interns.






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