Yes, Mom, greetings.
No, I am not whispering.
I'm in the operation theatre so I'm talking softly.
Okay, I was saying, I won't come home tonight. You go to bed.
Mom, I'm busy at work.
Really. I'm busy at work. What else could it be?
Umm, okay, don't worry,
I'll be back in the day.
Or by evening.
Or night. Yes, I'll have the okra...
Brother.
If my mother finds out that I'm in jail,
she will be hurt.
It is true,
only the person close to our hearts can hurt us.
Maybe that is why
I and Sanjh did what we should never have.
Urine spilt on a patient.
A mutilated cadaver.
Admission without consent.
These are dazzling achievements
of the intern batch of 2024.
And you expect my letter of recommendation and scholarship?
Some of you did show some potential initially.
But being the best
in a batch of mediocre fools is not enough.
Everyone has made mistakes.
But in our profession, there is no forgiveness for any mistakes.
The last leg of your
trimester is going to start very soon.
Your last chance.
Prove me wrong.
In that briefing, I felt like reality slapped hard.
To make me remember why I was here.
Dr Ananda gave us the last chance
but maybe we weren't ready to give each other another chance.
The incision has to be made exactly between the ribs
and then Dr Chetna will show you how to insert the chest tube.
Did you finish Ananda's report?
Did you finish Ananda's monthly report?
Good you reminded me. It's pending.
-How much? -From the beginning.
This Chetna is ignoring me
like we ignore English songs in the club.
-Rishi. -Yes, sir?
Could you please tell the class when intercostal drainage is done?
Sir, Dr Chetna need to reply first.
I mean, she need to teach us.
She hasn't told us yet so I...
Umm, in case of pneumothorax, meaning collapsed lung...
Pleural effusion. When fluid is filled around lungs,
pneumothorax or any other lung infection.
Guys, Dr Ananda is going to give you
the letter of recommendation, not me. So please, cut this bullshit competition
in front of me that you do.
Now get back to work.
Akshat.
All patients who have been discharged,
go and follow up with them, check their medication.
Please.
Sanjh, all patients who are going to get discharged, just follow up on them.
Ruchi-Puchi.
There's a blood donation drive in the hospital. Go and supervise that.
And Rishi.
There's no current in the pedia ward. Go and check the wiring.
Now don't give me BS
about what work I'm giving them,
they are interns, not my workers, etc. etc.
No, I think you are right.
Whatever they did with that cancer kid was extremely irresponsible.
It's not a movie.
They need reality checks time to time.
Reality checks.
Coffee?
I'll order.
-With me? -Yeah.
If you...
Yes, sir. No, the patient is ready for discharge.
Reports are normal, sir. I'll WhatsApp you. Thank you.
Thank you.
Double shot espresso with skimmed milk.
Just the way you like it.
Sugar is a bit much.
But let's come to the point.
I'm sorry for the way things ended.
I should've handled it better.
I thought I was right.
I was setting the boundaries, I was clearly communicating everything.
Amidst all this, I couldn't value your feelings.
In trying not to hurt you, I ended up hurting you more.
Maybe I felt escaping was easier
than facing that situation.
And because of all that,
I lost a dear friend.
I'm sorry.
For not what I did but the way I did it.
Very strong.
Anyways,
I'll leave.
Chetna, wait.
Now listen up.
You know how
people sympathize more with the person who is in love one-sided.
I think I was doing it too.
I mean, in the beginning, it felt quite natural but
I think as time progressed,
I went on an odd trip where I was
getting some guilty
self-pleasure by treating myself as a victim
and you were like an enemy.
Which was obviously wrong.
That wasn't the case.
The truth is, I couldn't handle rejection. My ego was hurt.
And one thing led to another and I just kept messing up.
It's my fault.
I have zero grudges against you.
And I still respect you.
Yes, I know about you and that guy, Rishi.
He is weird.
But he is not a bad person.
And I promise, I don't have a problem with you two.
Have a good day.
-Cheer up. -You too.
Dr Sandeep was a unique character.
Sometimes, I feel I didn't learn as much as I should have from him.
Action.
No. She is Dr Ananda. We must give her a bigger gift.
What will you do? Will you give her a bouquet?
Tell me what do pregnant women like?
I had gifted an Innova to my sister.
Give her a cradle.
She is Dr Ananda, not my cousin.
Suggest something nice.
-Umm, may I come in? -Come in.
Okay.
-What is all this? -Umm...
I heard these are your favourite flowers.
Sanjh Arora.
When I told you that this is your last chance to prove yourself for the LoR,
I didn't mean you to suck up.
If you don't have any self-confidence,
then definitely, it's not your game.
No, no, ma'am, you are mistaking me. I am...
I'm not doing this for the scholarship or LoR.
Ma'am, this is just to congratulate you for...
For what? For tolerating the nonsense which goes around here?
No, ma'am.
-You are expecting... -Expecting what?
Ma'am,
-for the baby. For your pregnancy. -What?
-This is to congratulate you for that. -What?
My baby is pursuing fashion in Paris.
Two cents of advice, Dr Sanjh Arora.
Stop getting involved in stupid gossip.
And focus on being a better doctor.
-Now get out. -Sorry.
Leave the flowers.
Yes, ma'am.
Whenever I think about this incident,
I laugh at myself more than being angry.
My pride was higher than the Qutub Minar.
Honestly, I didn't enjoy seeing Sanjh's face in that situation
as much as I had expected.
Uncle. Uncle, lie on your back.
-Uncle. -Let me sleep.
You've put on weight by eating junk.
Let me sleep. Why are you bothering me?
Oh, God. I'm doomed.
-What happened, Akshat? -My spine.
You don't have any.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had one.
-Are you done? -Lie down.
I'm fine. Give me a balm.
Akshat, lie down. It could be a ligament strain. I'll get a pain killer.
-Lie down. Lie down. -I'm fine.
-Slowly. -Slowly. I'll be back.
My back.
Done.
Now go to sleep, okay?
-I'll manage it. -Rest. Rest.
Okay.
Good night.
Special delivery for Dr Chetna Sethi.
You've come home?
Chetna madam, you must be thinking you are a big shot.
You're tinier than a .22 pistol.
Just because I refused that day,
your ego got so hurt? You ghosted me.
I didn't mean to.
But I guess
today is the day I need to accept
I can't handle things well.
-And I'm sorry. -It's alright.
Are you planning to make another tattoo?
Wow.
I made a tattoo when I was hurt the last time.
Today, I'm relieved.
There was an old book and its chapter is closed.
So let's open a new book today.
I feel like making a tattoo.
Umm, do one thing, write Jaat Rules on my back in bold.
It would be amazing.
Tattoo is made about something you feel strongly about.
-Feel strongly? -Yes.
-Listen. Don't move. -Sorry.
If you ever feel like
I was using you,
then I'm sorry.
And whatever happened between us,
I do not regret it at all.
-By the way... -Don't move.
By the way,
I put pressure on you about being personal
and taking things forward.
I'm sorry for that.
Ever since you've come into my life...
Is it done?
One second.
And...
I can't have sex
without any feelings.
-Your tattoo is done. Check it. -Show me.
Your drawing is good.
Umm, wine would be lonely and you must be hungry, come.
Listen.
You were asking me about this scar.
His name was Shalin.
We were in a relationship for 5 years.
Sweet, sensitive, very sorted,
he was the wokest guy you could ever meet.
But he ended up cheating on me.
And when I confronted him,
he gas-lighted me.
He manipulated me into believing that it's my fault
that I'm so narrow-minded that
if he is having sex with someone else, I'm considering it as cheating
and he is actually very faithful towards me.
Just like Ranbir Kapoor from Animal, right?
Since he has broken my trust,
I've not been able to trust anybody.
These toxic men.
What is it?
Ask God.
Sister, change Joshi's IV.
Akshat.
What happened? Are you fine?
What happened?
Were you sleeping?
Is this the place to sleep?
Where is your phone?
Check how many times I called you.
-My phone is switched off. -Wow.
Time. What's the time?
It's 9 PM. Where were you?
9 PM?
I had to submit the assignment to Ananda. The deadline was at 8.
-I'll go and do it. -It's not going to help now. Wait.
She didn't accept the guys who went at 8:03.
Why would she take yours?
What will I do now?
How did you fall asleep here?
Brother, I had a back sprain
and Nepo gave me an injection.
What injection?
It's a sedative.
Bloody witch.
I will beg in front of Ananda, but submit my assignment.
I never thought Sanjh would seek revenge from me in this way.
But I started it, so I had to suffer.
BG!
I wanted to submit the report.
But son, madam left long back.
Deadline was at 8, Akshat.
You know what you've done.
You weren't decent either.
Shut up. You guys fight like cat and dog.
BG, you don't know what she has done.
I missed by deadline because of her.
Forget about the scholarship, I can't even get into Ananda's office.
Don't worry.
Give me the file.
BG.
Why are you helping him?
He is just paying for what he did to me.
That was a joke, Sanjh. This is my career.
You guys are at it again?
-Son, I'll do something. -Okay. Okay, BG.
It was my career too, Akshat.
Sanjh, when will you understand this?
Our careers can't be compared.
I've taken a loan of 25 lakhs.
I don't know for how many years
my mother has done three shifts a day to raise me. Do you get it?
That justifies you being an asshole to me?
That's how you are. You won't understand.
BG.
We need to do a heart transplant. There's no option now.
Accidental deaths, comatose patients, anyone who is brain dead,
-and who can be a donor. -Is there a donor update?
If you were so concerned, you should've stayed with your mom.
How dare you touch him?