They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 517: Suicidal Guts

"Relax," she said quietly, but firmly. "She is going to fail. These exams aren’t easy. And if her second major really is martial arts, then she will fail that too. Especially with us in year three."

Her voice carried a quiet edge, full of pride and something darker.

But behind all that, neither of them could shake the gnawing question...

What if she did not fail?

"No one can possibly master all four majors in just a few months," someone scoffed.

"Exactly," another added. "Her failure will start with her very first paper."

That seemed to settle it. Nicholas finally relaxed in his seat, his clenched fists loosening. Stephanie gave a slow nod, confident once more.

The rest of the class followed suit, exhaling like a tension string had finally snapped. It was true, she could not succeed. But even they had to admit... the courage to try was impressive.

"Still," someone muttered, "you have to respect the guts."

"Yeah... suicidal guts, but still."

Meanwhile, Elder Ben had already located Nnenna where she sat at the front. His wise old eyes lingered on her a second longer than necessary, not with scrutiny, but recognition.

He had heard of her. From Carl. From Somto. Even Elder Knox, her instructors... and Arthur.

Now he was seeing her in person, and something about her calm gaze struck him.

With a small, approving nod, he said aloud, firm, clear, and for the whole hall to hear

"Good luck, young lady."

His voice held no sarcasm. Just solid faith.

And for a moment, the entire class froze.

like Elder Ben believed in her, even just a little,

they had been too

final words hanging in the air like a bell toll,

Second MBBS, the first true gatekeeper in the path of

test. It was

each covering a major component: Anatomy, Physiology, Biochemistry, and an Oral/Practical segment. Each portion would assess not just memory, but

was the written

examiners patrolled like hawks. The first was Anatomy. Short answer questions, diagrams to label, clinical cases to dissect

each

Think. Don’t rush.

did during her year one first semester. She had to learn two years of academic work in 6 months. It was a lot. She

her, a boy clicked his pen nervously. Another girl’s hand trembled so badly she

and whispered with panic, "Can

just nodded solemnly, handing him a fresh

Next was Physiology.

contraction, nerve conduction pathways, ECG interpretation. This was part

Nnenna saw felt like a conversation she had once had

happens to blood pressure when

the hypothalamus in plain terms, Nnenna. Now simplify

slightly, even as her

third paper was

that separated the pretenders from the truly prepared. Pathways, diseases,

tension in the room reached a peak. You could feel it.

jaw as

the formulas would seep in

mid way, begging for a restroom break just to

she didn’t

even. But she approached it like a

had quietly walked past her table twice, paused