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

Chapter 637

Chapter 638: I’ll Come After You

"Don’t be fooled," she said loudly enough for those around her to hear. "She’s only here because of her connections. Does anyone really believe she earned the right to sit for this exam? Permission was handed to her because of who she knows, not what she can do."

Gasps rippled through the group, and someone leaned in. "But... the council approved it, didn’t they?"

Stephanie’s laugh was sharp, mocking. "The council can be influenced. But exams? These papers are graded by multiple professors, some of them strict to the bone. Not every examiner can be bribed. Let’s see how far her ’connections’ take her when she actually has to answer questions."

A few students snickered, emboldened by Stephanie’s words. Others exchanged uncertain glances, not entirely convinced.

Still, for every doubter, there were those who spoke in Nnenna’s defense.

"Don’t forget, she defeated some of the best students to reach year four. She’s not ordinary," a young man countered.

"Exactly. Even the examiners and judges had no choice but to recognize her talent," another added.

"Rumors are cheap. Results will speak," an older scholar concluded firmly.

But Stephanie only smirked, her eyes narrowing at Nnenna’s back as she disappeared into the examination hall.

"Results?" she whispered under her breath. "We’ll see."

She refused to believe Nnenna would pass, not when she herself was only just sitting for her 3rd MBBS to qualify for Year 5. Yes, Nnenna had managed to defeat her and advance to Year 4 almost a year ago. Even now, Stephanie could barely believe it had happened, but it had, and in front of the whole continent and countless distinguished figures at that.

Her grandfather had never looked at her the same since. Once his favorite grandchild, she had lost his favor the moment he declared her methods in the martial arts tournament "despicable." Now, whenever she visited, all she received were endless lectures on character. She had grown to hate those visits.

Her parents, on the other hand, poured resources into her, private tutors, special lessons, anything to make sure she graduated as the best in her set. And still, no matter how hard she tried, she remained just behind Nnenna in every test.

Finally, though, Stephanie had begun to see progress. She was confident she would clinch the best graduating student and prove to everyone, including Arthur and Carl, that she was better than Nnenna by far. After all, Nnenna had missed so many lectures, postings, and tests that it was only a matter of time before she stumbled.

ago, reducing her confidence, when Nnenna suddenly reappeared, and the shocking

supposed to

Stephanie had raged inwardly.

over that Nnenna couldn’t possibly succeed.

clung to that hope

an hour, the

some chewing on pens, others mouthing silent prayers. The invigilators paced like hawks between them, eyes sharp, silence pressing down like a

the whiteboard at the front, the words read in

–

Paper I: Theory

her face unreadable. To her left and right, students sweated bullets, some staring blankly at the questions as though they were

the

the left arm, shortness

infarction," she wrote first, before listing alternative possibilities: pulmonary embolism, aortic dissection, angina pectoris. Then, line by line, she outlined the golden hour management, oxygen, aspirin, nitroglycerin, morphine, her handwriting steady,

eyes flickered to

disease

her script: progressive nephron loss, compensatory hyperfiltration, the slow spiral into uremia. Then the crisp explanation of dialysis principles, diffusion across semipermeable

once she

young woman presents with weight loss, tremors, palpitations, and exophthalmos.

twitched at the corner, Graves’ disease, of course. She wrote swiftly: thyroid function tests, TSH suppression, radioactive iodine uptake scan. Treatment: anti

Students rubbed their temples,

essay question, her pen never

began the fourth

dilemmas of end of life

pouring out a balanced argument. Autonomy versus beneficence, legal perspectives across different countries, the physician’s duty to preserve life versus the patient’s right to dignity. Not just

time she set her pen down, her sheet was filled edge to edge, her answers layered with detail yet clear. The invigilator who passed by slowed

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