Hospital beds shook not with fever but fists and fury in hospital

At one of the renowned hospitals in Mohali, healing took a backseat and havoc took over. Two groups clashed not in the streets but in sterile corridors. Furniture flung, flowerpots shattered, wheelchairs turned weapons. And amidst it all, doctors shrank into silence, and patients fled. A hospital turned into a battlefield. A place of pulse and hope, now bruised and burning.

White coats struck off duty not by leave, but by fear

They never demanded war, but it came knocking on their door. Doctors put down their stethoscopes and stood in protest not for wages or changes but for the right to safety. They organized a dharna, not to ask for, but to remind: hospitals are havens, not hazard zones. To treat while trembling is not the oath they took.

And yet, this is not a sole outburst of fury. It’s a trend now inscribed deep
In Sivaganga, a woman doctor, just out of internship, was attacked. Twenty years old, the assailant. Dozens of years ahead of her, her aspirations. She now wears a scar that can’t be seen on scans. Her batchmates now wear slogans, rather than stethoscopes.

State to state, city to city, the reports repeat themselves like an infection left untended

Emergency wards now ring out only with patient wails, but with cries of mobs. Healthcare workers seek shelter, not from illness, but from harm. Walls painted with warnings. Wards marked by trauma.

And the law, though it promises protection, arrives only after the sirens

FIRs registered. CCTV footage obtained. But the damage has already been done; lives have changed, careers raised questions about. Healing hands which were lifted to heal now lift to guard.

At a time like this, indemnity is no longer negligence. It’s survival

It is not merely professional practice, it is being present in a profession under attack. A new era has dawned, not of medicine, but of defense. The white coat needs to be now donned with armor sewn underneath.

Indemnity is not a ritual it is a fortress, and it has to envelop your entire being

Not only the patient you were unable to save. But the punch you didn’t expect.

Not only the file in court. But the door was broken at midnight. Because the war spilled over from the ward into the world outside.

The new doctor is not merely a healer but an individual who is always on watch and therefore the policy has to change as well. One which guards your table and your doorstep. Your clinic and courtyard. Your shift and your rest. That’s why today’s doctor has to select cover that realizes violence does not have a prefix. It can be professional. It can be personal. But when it arrives, it does not differentiate.

With CoverPrime, protection is not piecemeal it is whole, it is human, it is prepared

Here, indemnity is not merely for law suits. It is for life. For all the broken screens. For all the bangs on the file. For all the invisible bruises. For all times a healer was injured. The world can change, its scars can increase but your security has to remain the same

With CoverPrime, your peace, your practice, and your personhood are all protected under a single cover. Because in a nation where doctors’ violence is no longer news but a culture, A professional indemnity policy has to protect your entire life not merely your clinic.