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bookedbyamani
Amani :
1. RV dilation from pulmonary hypertension is the most common cause TR 2. LAD supplies the apical cap
2026-04-13 19:05:12
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_brownskincurves_
Verra B. RDCS🫀 :
1. Carcinoid
2026-04-19 08:00:12
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goofygoobergurly
Alex :
Gurl I’ve been working as a new echo tech now for about 4 months and I get nervous all the time I’ll find a critical finding. I had two patients that had a apicals thrombus
2026-04-23 22:24:45
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echorobert
Robert, RCS 🫀 :
PHTN and LAD
2026-04-14 03:56:00
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bresimone2
bresimone2 :
1. Pulmonary HTN (I got it now 🤪)
2026-04-13 19:00:48
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justjawana
Jay Russell :
1. Rheumatic fever 2.LAD
2026-04-22 00:06:31
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selenaon5
selenaon5 :
1 Pulmonary Hypertensio.
2026-04-16 02:46:45
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grace_.kelly
Grace :
I am in my second semester should I be knowing this yet hahahaha???!!!😬😬😳😳
2026-04-19 02:31:26
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its.tamya.x
its.tamya.x :
I got both right lol
2026-04-13 20:17:05
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katemarienoble
Katemarienoble :
2LAD
2026-06-04 18:39:41
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bookedbyamani
Amani :
I love these!! Keep doing it!!
2026-04-13 19:05:29
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selenaon5
selenaon5 :
2 LAD
2026-04-16 02:47:06
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bresimone2
bresimone2 :
2. LAD 🤔🫣?
2026-04-13 19:01:10
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justbeingbree888
BreeWood :
Somebody like this comment after January 2027 ✨✨✨
2026-05-09 00:00:28
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