The bearded man kneels behind the other, gripping his hips while the stethoscope glides over his lower back, each breath a deliberate pause. The clean-shaven one leans forward, his throat illuminated by the otoscope’s cold light as the reflex hammer taps his knee, sharp and unyielding. Hands grip wrists for the pulse, fingers pressing steady against the wristbone while the cuff tightens around the arm, marking the rhythm of something measured. Every tool has a purpose, every touch a protocol.
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