Anatomy of Love (Complete)

Chapter 1

Hi all,
I read all the comments and most of you wanted me to change the names of the protagonists. Thank you for ypur views but I think I will not change the names. I have seen the love for Rishab-Khushi pair. I would ask you all to give the story some time. You know my stories are different. I am sure you will love this one too. Read and shower love.

An ambulance stops at the patio of a multi-storey building. The board at the front reads, KK Memorial Medical College and Hospital. The moment the ambulance stops, two ward boys and two nurses come out. The ambulance driver gets down and the ward boy opens the door. Inside is a man holding the ambu bag over the face of a middle aged man. They take him inside.

There's a narrow dirty lane along an open drain that leads to an old not so big one story structure. A few men, women and children sit on the bench and on the stairs outside while a few stand. There's a board that reads KK Free clinic and health care center. Inside it is packed with patients.

"Binod, idhar aa. I have given him the stitches. Just put some antiseptic on it."
A man in a doctor's coat says to another guy in his 20s. He then turns to his patient, a 12 year old boy.
"Pintu, ghar mein rehne ka, aai ka baat mane ka. Okay. Nahi toh bada sa sui chubha dunga. Vaini, normal khana aur sarr pe nahane ka nahi jab tak stitch hai. Medicines Bahar se le lijiye."
"Rishab bhai, your phone has been ringing for a long time now. I think it's from the hospital."
A third young guy in a doctor's coat says.

Rishab checks his watch and takes the phone from him.
"Hello... Hmm.. okay.. I will be there in 10 minutes."
"What happened?"
"Ibrahim, I need to go. Can you both handle everything here? There aren't any serious patients here."
Ibrahim, the other guy in the doctor's coat nods his head.
"You can go."
"Just send me the list of medications. Bye.."

Rishab enters the doors of KK Memorial. A young doctor comes and hands him the tablet. He says, "Male, 53 years, complains of abdominal pain, nausea, blood in stool and fever."
He enters the hall and goes to a bed where a middle aged man lies on, groaning in pain. He checks his pulse, his heartbeat and his abdomen.
"Start an IV, Tramadol 100. Blood and ultrasound immediately. Get the reports on my table ASAP."

Rishab moves around the patients checking them, instructing medicines and tests if needed to the nurses and the doctor accompanying him.
He returns to his cabin and finds four young people standing outside.

He enters the cabin of Dr.Srinivas without knocking.
"What the f*** is it going on?"
"Dr.Rishab? Don't you know to knock before entering?"
"Yes I don't know. Now will you tell me why a bunch of young people are stalking me?"
"They are first year Resident doctors."
"So?"
"This is a teaching hospital and they are here to learn from you. Before you say anything, you must know it's Raghuvir's order."
Rishab stares at him, "I don't follow any orders. You know that."
"Rishab, don't start it again. Listen, these kids need to learn from the best and you are the best here. For my sake, keep them with you. Teach them everything you know."

Rishab goes back to his cabin and signals the residents to come inside. He opens the file and says, "So, I am your supervisor and you are going to learn from me. But don't expect me to hold your hands and make you cut through people. To learn from me, you have to keep your eyes and brain open and active. No unnecessary talks. You answer when I ask. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir."
"Doctor. I am not your Sir. Dr.Rishabh Khurana. Okay names."

A guy in his 20s, curly hair,big eyes with glasses, light stumble says, "Dr.Mohit Ranne from."
"I don't need to know your history. I don't remember and I don't care. Just names or surnames will do."
Another guy, tall with broad shoulders, dusky skin and short hair says, "Dr.Peter Fernández."
A girl, thin, tall and slim with dark skin, long hair tied into a pony says, "Dr.Nisha Chatterjee."
The fourth resident,another boy, short, healthy, thick glasses and short hair says, "Dr.Pankaj Rituraj Chowdhry."
"Where's the fifth one?"
They stare at each other and keep quiet.
"Ask her not to come. Let's go."