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

Chapter 641: Unable to Focus

Linda leaned back, scowling as George let out a quiet laugh. "I told you," he said softly, his eyes still fixed on the girl walking out of the room. "You can’t stop what’s meant to shine."

Online, the comments section erupted:

@MedNation: She just aced the toughest viva of the day!

@DocTalkLive: That was a masterclass.

@FutureDrK: History in the making.

George’s name was called next.

He stood from his seat with calm confidence, rolling his shoulders once before walking toward the clinical cubicle. His white coat swayed lightly with each step. From the observation room, several students whispered in awe, George always carried himself like someone born for this.

Linda straightened in her chair, eyes glinting. "Let’s see if he still thinks he’s too good for me," she muttered, forcing a sweet smile when she noticed the camera feed catch her face.

Nnenna watched quietly, her fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of her tablet. "You’ve got this, George," she whispered under her breath, her expression calm but her eyes bright with faith in him.

Inside the exam room, George greeted the examiners politely and turned toward the treatment room to meet his patient, a middle aged man in visible discomfort. "Good morning, sir. I’m George Taylor, a final year medical student. I’ll be taking care of you today," he said, his tone warm but professional.

The man barely responded, his voice hoarse with fatigue. It was almost the same case George had studied earlier, chronic abdominal pain with an unknown cause. A tricky one that could easily go in several directions.

George began the examination methodically. His questions were clear, his movements deliberate, his tone reassuring. He took his history, asked about his symptoms, diet, pain pattern, and even emotional stress levels. When the patient tried to downplay a detail, George caught it instantly.

"So the pain worsens after fatty meals?" he asked gently.

"Yes," he admitted reluctantly.

From the observation room, one of the younger examiners nodded approvingly. "Sharp," he murmured.

Carl didn’t say anything, but the faintest flicker of acknowledgment passed through his calm eyes.

Linda leaned closer to the monitor, pretending to analyze. "He’s just lucky this patient isn’t one of the difficult ones," she said in a low voice, though no one paid attention to her.

Online, the chat was flooded with comments

@keepingcalmtostayfresh: "George is smooth! That bedside manner tho"

@Mymedschoolvlog: "Finally, someone who knows how to talk to patients!"

@chitchats: "Is he single?? Asking for a friend"

@followmeasap: "I heard he’s dating a colleague."

George finished his examination and stepped out confidently to present his findings. "Based on the symptoms and physical examination, I suspect chronic cholecystitis," he began clearly, his tone steady. "However, I would like to rule out peptic ulcer disease and pancreatic pathology as differential diagnoses."

the lead examiner asked, "What investigations

for gallbladder wall thickening or stones, liver function tests, amylase and lipase levels, and possibly an

forward. "Suppose

I would proceed with a HIDA scan," George replied smoothly. "It’s more sensitive in detecting functional

approval filled the

spoke, his tone calm and even. "And if the patient cannot afford any of those tests, how would you proceed using only

simple question,

of detailed history, Murphy’s sign, and the presence of referred right shoulder pain. I would also check for any association between the timing of pain and meals. Supportive management and empirical therapy would be guided by

nod, not praise, but acknowledgment.

with composed satisfaction. He hadn’t been flawless, but his poise was

her smile too sweet to be sincere. "Well done,"

"He did great," she whispered, the

following the live stream couldn’t help

"That was textbook

"You can tell he really

"Carl’s gentle looks never

it feel like he’s the male lead in a

more candidates went in nervously and

finally called Linda’s name, she rose sharply, almost too fast. Her chair scraped the floor, drawing brief attention from the observation room. Her pulse thudded in

I’ll show

knuckles were pale. George’s calm, collected performance still played in her mind,

replayed again and

she started her examination, her focus

old, male," she began, flipping through the

She faltered.

waited patiently, his expression

again, forcing herself to sound steady. "Chest pain radiating to the, uh, left, no,

a

"Are you sure

examiners also looked mildly

mean no. Left," she corrected quickly, her

the observation room, murmurs

@MedStreamLive: She’s nervous

nooo not the right side

examiners are being so

@GeorgeStan: She’s trying, guys...

as he watched. His expression softened, concern flickering in his eyes. He leaned slightly forward,

happened between them,

worry in his face. For a moment, she felt an ache, not jealousy, but quiet empathy.

to redirect gently. "What’s