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For the first time in months, Leonid felt not a patient, but a student. The treatment at Neuromed wasn't a magic pill. It was a curriculum. Three times a week, he returned for sessions with a rehabilitologist. He played matching games on a tablet. He squeezed therapy putty until his forearm ached. Dr. Sokolova monitored his progress, adjusting his "map" like a patient gardener.

"It’s just old age," Leonid grumbled, avoiding her gaze. neuromed невропатолог винница

"See this? It's not a tumor. It's not a stroke. It's a tiny vascular whisper. A micro-hemorrhage that has healed badly. Your brain is sending signals, but the wires are frayed." For the first time in months, Leonid felt