Chetna madam, did you call me for round two?
It's okay to be self-destructive.
Did you say something?
Humans make mistakes.
A mistake?
I took you for a ride in the space.
This is sweet pain. Not a mistake.
Just shut up.
If anyone finds out that you and I did it,
-you have no idea what will I do. -Oh.
You want to keep it a secret.
I Spies is my favourite game.
-That's I Spy, you fool. -Oh.
You caught me.
Listen, I know you have a dream of becoming a fuckboy
but don't have any hopes from me.
Neither we're exclusive, nor friends or a situationship.
Situationship? What kind of a ship is this?
-My love ship is sailing. -Shut up.
And forget it like a nightmare.
-Understood? -I won't forget it.
Neither this big Rishi nor the smaller Rishi.
Madam has no idea about Rishi's magic.
Do you know why am I in jail?
Because I listened to my heart instead of my brain.
I made a mistake, right?
Anyway, that's subjective.
I got used to listening to my heart quite late.
I kept thinking that I'm a middle-class student.
I need to study.
I need to repay the loan, help my mother.
I didn't have time to get involved in this ruckus.
Then, a strange incident transpired
when I realised being practical is just an excuse
to escape from the truth.
There's an assignment for you all.
But I'm not sure if anyone can do it.
Ma'am, I'll do it.
I recorded the most patient recovery during the dengue outbreak.
Ma'am, quality is better than quantity.
And all of my patients' platelet count has been better than her patients.
I'll do it, ma'am.
Vihaan Sachdeva, 9-years-old.
He had a head injury in an accident.
For the last one month, he is in coma.
I know a lot of hospitals
who give false hopes to parents
and exploit them financially
until they are broke.
But Gayatri Devi is not one of those hospitals.
This file has Vihaan's latest scans.
99% chances are there that he won't survive.
And you two wanted to prove yourselves for a long time,
you both will give Vihaan's parents this news.
Right?
Sorry, ma'am, but...
You are saying that you want us to tell a parent
that they should pull the plug on their 9-year-old?
Not a parent.
Both parents. Clear?
Forgive me, ma'am,
but are we different from other hospitals
because we're giving them a chance to save their house and wealth?
-And not their child? -Spare me the drama, doctors.
Your job is to tell them about the medical reality.
Their job is to make the decision.
But ma'am, isn't that inhumane?
If you want to be a normal human,
pack your bags and go home.
This place is for doctors.
Do it by tomorrow.
Come on.
Oh, God.
It was intense.
This Sandeep gives me all the work except a doctor's work.
Come on.
In the first week of internship, we realised one thing.
If we strive all day and night,
we'll achieve something in life.
God knows how many such double shifts my mother had done
so that I can be here.
That's why I gave myself the permission to love only one thing.
That's my career. I had to excel at all costs.
Here, son. Coffee.
Thank you, ma'am.
Ma'am?
Ah-huh. Everyone calls me BG.
-You also call me BG. -Okay, BG.
What happened? Are you scared?
Hmm. It happens in the beginning, then it gets normal.
Does it ever end?
No. Then you realise.
-What? -That...
BG had told you,
when I was of your age,
I didn't just give medicines to the patients.
I gave them hope as well.
And after a time, they become our hope.
Don't worry.
Everything will be fine. Okay?
What they say?
You will be okay.
You will be okay, Akshat.
You will be okay.
There was progress until last week, sir.
I just don't understand.
There's a slight body movement, too. Sir, please check.
Motor functioning is very common.
But unfortunately, that doesn't mean that the
patient is recovering.
He has a skating competition in 15 days.
And Shreya is not ready to withdraw his name.
Hoping that he will be okay. He will be okay, right?
Let's pray for the best.
Doctors are saying motor functioning is a good sign.
I had seen different kinds of fears in the patients.
Fear of medicines, surgeries, death,
but that was the first time I saw someone fearing the truth.
Neither I nor Sanjh had the guts to convert their fear into the truth.
We couldn't even gather the courage to talk to each other.
We just returned.
Uncle, cough thrice.
Why are you coughing?
You order Mexican food quickly.
Whatever majita, fajita, tortilla, Godzilla.
And listen, if I see any Chinese items, I'll send you to China.
I have quit Chinese food long back.
Still I can't get rid of this acidity.
Uncle, the culprit of your acidity and cough
are cigarettes and ganja.
You're trying to sell drugs to a doctor? You have no shame?
Just arrange for a DJ.
And if he doesn't play my favourite song,
I'll thrash you. Got it?
Alright, take care.
Nothing, Mom. I don't realise
when the day passes by.
Dear, did anything happen?
Now you will say, "Nothing happened."
Then I will say, I'm your mother.
Then you will emotionally speak.
So speak already, child.
I want to tell a mother to not have any hopes of her child being alive.
That was the first time I said these words in that entire day.
I felt odd. And Sanjh, what was odd for me,
it was normal for her.
Ananda is right. The chances are grim.
-It makes sense to you know... -To what?
Give up?
What would you guys have done
if this had happened with me?
Would you have given up?
Anil, what's the problem?
The parents don't have a financial issue
there are plenty of beds in the hospital
so let it be as is.
So, you mean,
let the hospital bills get accumulated. That's not an issue.
Right?
Sanjh, I don't understand what do you want us to say?
Whatever we say, you take the wrong meaning.
Dad...
The least you could've offered is to ask your friend, Dr Kaul
for a second opinion.
One,
you need to stop being so emotional about every case.
And two,
no matter what you do
the fact remains the same.
That his chances of surviving are lesser than one percent.
See, if there's a 0.01% chance,
we must take it.
I've seen many miracles in my nursing career.
And those have happened
only because the family didn't give up hope. Hmm?
Mom, what you're saying is right, I'm not denying it.
It's just not practical.
Specially for a doctor.
Sometimes one must think emotionally
instead of being practical always.
Even the doctors.
What would you have us do?
Sir, Dr Sandeep told me to assist you.
Have you done an organ extraction before?
No, sir. But I've seen it.
I've seen a lot of recipes.
Does that mean I'm a master chef?
By the way, what are you taught in the college? Cadaver is the first..
First silent teacher that teaches you the meaning of life and death.
Good.
Forget that. I have to be somewhere else.
Do the extraction properly.
And don't increase my work.
Do all these doctors have pyria? They always have a long face.
Are you crazy?
I hope we don't become like this after 10-15 years.
No way.
Come here.
Liver is mine. Lungs are yours.
Tell me when do you want to get married?
Focus or you might mess up.
Your man knows what to do at the right time.
You are such a sweetheart.
Wow, Jhankal.
-You seem chill. -Yes, sir...
Is the party set up?
The preparations are going well, sir.
Five guys have RSVP'd.
RSVP'd?
What?
You mean RSVP?
Umm, yes, that too.
Good job.
Tell me later.
-You go. I'll be back. -Okay.
Oh, Chetna madam.
You are looking hot.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Do you have any plans for the day after?
I told you to forget what happened.
I'm not asking for us.
Dr Sandeep has a birthday party.
Come if you want. If you don't want to, come with me.
-Touch. -Did he ask you to invite me?
He asked me to plan the party. I plan party.
I am inviting you. You come.
Okay? Okay. Okay.
I feel we shouldn't kill their hopes.
See, I know Ananda ma'am wants us to learn.
But there must be a way.
I would rather try finding that out.
Sanjh, look, if you can't do it, I'll do it.
But someone needs to tell them.
I can't believe you are being competitive at this.
-Are you serious? -I'm not being competitive, Sanjh.
Three infants die in India every minute.
And no matter how much we sympathise, the truth is
that Vihaan is one of those three children.
You know, you sound like Ananda, just more Hindi.
Look, we have to give them the news.
Whether with you or without you.
You decide that.
Maybe I had become what challenges made me.
And Sanjh had become what she was looking in her world.
Uh, Sir.
Sir, we've extracted all the organs properly.
Interesting.
Lungs have been cut in a wrong lane.
Who told you to do so?
Sir, I thought
I must go deeper.
Good. Great job.
Are you sure, sir?
Last week, there was one such body on this table,
of an accident victim.
Completely smashed.
After hours of operation, we stitched him up
and made him look somewhat like this.
And you both did this magic in half an hour?
And that too on a completely intact cadaver?
Brilliant.
I told you to focus, Pulkit.
Not everything is a joke.
Is it only my fault?
Tuchi?
Why is this happening with us?
I don't know.
But it will be a month today and...
And what? Say.
You've seen the reports.
Trust me, I want to be positive.
I really do.
Farhan, I can't lose another baby.
-I can't. -I don't know what to do.
-I can't. -Stop.
I don't know what to do.
We usually don't have a choice but to be practical.
But this was a situation where our practicality, helplessness, duty,
everything that I had made up my mind to do,
-everything was a blur. -It's okay.
Okay, enough.
Doctor is here.
There are chances of Vihaan's survival.
Why Sanjh said it, what she was thinking,
what would we tell Dr Ananda,
none of these questions appeared in my practical mind.
I was just glad
that Sanjh didn't leave me alone.
Sanjh, you have a chance whether you do something or not.
Your great career is at the doorstep.
-Sir... -Yes?
I wanted to talk to you about Vihaan.
Do you have a heart?
His parents are worried. The kid is crying.
-And you are unaffected. -Also the scan suggests, there's hope.
I know. There's always hope
except in your future.
Are we friends?