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.

suddenly reappeared, and the shocking rumor spread that she wasn’t merely

I supposed to catch up with

Stephanie had raged inwardly.

possibly succeed. "She’ll fail," they assured her. "She’ll be sent back to Year 4. And by then, you’ll already be in Year 5,

clung to that

than an hour, the

desks, some chewing on pens, others

the front, the words read

– 5th

Paper I: Theory

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

the first

with sudden onset chest pain radiating to the left arm, shortness of breath, and profuse sweating. Discuss the differential diagnosis, immediate management, and potential

without hesitation. "Acute myocardial infarction," she wrote first, before listing alternative possibilities: pulmonary embolism, aortic dissection, angina pectoris. Then, line by line, she

eyes flickered to the

the pathophysiology of chronic kidney disease and

script: progressive nephron loss, compensatory hyperfiltration, the slow spiral into uremia.

third question once she was done properly explaining

and exophthalmos. Discuss the likely diagnosis, the investigative approach,

Graves’ disease, of course. She wrote swiftly: thyroid function tests, TSH suppression, radioactive iodine uptake scan. Treatment: anti thyroid drugs, radioactive iodine, surgery. Not missing

the scratching of pens slowed, stopped, restarted. Students rubbed their temples, brows furrowed, but Nnenna’s flow was

she got to the essay question, her pen

began the

ethical dilemmas of end of life care,

the physician’s duty to preserve life versus the patient’s right to

pen down, her sheet was filled edge to edge, her answers layered with detail yet clear. The invigilator who passed by slowed his steps, eyes flicking across her paper for

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