“Dr. Simmi, would you be able to do this, would you be able to stitch this open wound, when the patient is neither in his full senses nor still?” Samrat asked solemnly while looking deep inside Simmi’s thoughtful eyes.

In a situation like this, he unknowingly behaved like he can trust Simmi Oberoi, an intern more than an ER specialist.

Simmi thinks for a while, then sighed and nodded. “I can do that, it’s not so difficult.”

She came forward boldly, took the seat and slightly touched the patient’s arm, then blew air on it and just like this, she made the drunk man believe that his arm was already...