Foreword
I didn't write this book because I am an expert in Artificial Intelligence. I wrote it because I was drowning.
Midway through my final year, I hit a wall. The sheer volume of syndromes, guidelines, and drug interactions I was expected to memorize felt impossible. I looked at the towering pile of textbooks on my desk and thought, "I will never know enough to be a good doctor."
Then, I opened a chat window. At first, I felt guilty. It felt like cheating. But as I learned to converse with the machine, I realized something: I wasn't cheating. I was evolving.
This book is the result of that experiment. It is a collection of the "cheat codes" I found in the trenches. It is not a textbook written by a professor who hasn't seen a patient in ten years. It is a field guide from a student who is right there beside you.
— Rakshit
INTRODUCTION: The Third Chair
That feeling of relief you felt in the Prologue? That is what this book is about. We need to be honest about the state of our profession. For the last decade, the sound of modern medicine has not been the heartbeat. It has been the clicking of a keyboard.
We are drowning. A single patient arrives with gigabytes of history, genomic markers, and imaging files. The medical literature doubles every 73 days. No human brain—no matter how many nights we spent cramming for exams—can keep up with that velocity.
The Phantom Resident is not here to take the chair next to the patient. That chair is yours. It will always be yours. The AI is here to take the Third Chair.
