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Internal Medicine – Module 1/Lesson 2 LABORATORY SESSION – Prof. Y. Toran

Name: Internal Medicine – Module 1/Lesson 2 LABORATORY SESSION – Prof. Y. Toran
Start: 2026-07-08T12:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-07-08T14:00:00-07:00
Location: Columtreal University

July 8 @ 12:00 pm - 2:00 pm

Laboratory session for lesson 2 of Module 1 of Internal Medicine

Heart dissection and study of the various parts of the heart

Lab coats provided

This session offers credits and little heart shaped candies to take home with you

Details

Date: July 8
Time:
12:00 pm - 2:00 pm
Event Category: Columtreal
Event Tags:Campus, Columtreal, University

Venue

Columtreal University

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