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Chapter 638: I'll CAfter 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, sof 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 sof 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 ssince. 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 tbefore she stumbled.

But everything changed two months ago, reducing her confidence, when Nnenna suddenly reappeared, and the

shocking rumor spread that she wasn’t merely trying to qualify for Year 5, but to graduate outright.

How am | supposed to catch up with her now?!

Stephanie had raged inwardly.

Her fury had been tempered only by the soothing words of her friends and Nicholas, who reminded her over and

over that Nnenna couldn't 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, just like you should be."

For now, Stephanie clung to that hope with a tight, bitter smile.

In less than an hour, the exam began.

The great examination hall buzzed with a nervous energy. Rows of candidates hunched over their desks, some

chewing on pens, others mouthing silent prayers. The invigilators paced like hawks between them, eyes sharp,

silence pressing down like a weight.

On the whiteboard at the front, the words read in bold:

Final Examination - 5th MBBS

Paper |: Theory

Nnenna sat straight backed at her desk, pen poised, her face unreadable. To her left and right, students sweated

bullets, sstaring blankly at the questions as though they were written in another language.

She scanned the first question.

A 45 year old male presents with sudden onset chest pain radiating to the left arm, shortness of breath, and

profuse sweating. Discuss the differential diagnosis, immediate management, and potential complications.

Her pen moved without hesitation. "Acute myocardial 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, precise.

Her eyes flickered to the second question.

Describe the pathophysiology of chronic kidney disease and outline the principles of dialysis.

She hardly blinked. The pathophysiology unfolded in her script: progressive nephron loss, compensatory

hyperfiltration, the slow spiral into uremia. Then the crisp explanation of dialysis principles, diffusion across

semipermeable membranes, removal of toxins, fluid balance.

She began the third question once she was done properly explaining the second one.

A young woman presents with weight loss, tremors, palpitations, and exophthalmos. Discuss the likely diagnosis,

the investigative approach, and treatment options.

Her lips twitched at the corner, 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 a beat.

All around her, the scratching of pens slowed, stopped, restarted. Students rubbed their temples, brows

furrowed, but Nnenna'’s flow was smooth, uninterrupted.

When she got to the essay question, her pen never faltered:

She began the fourth question.

Critically discuss the ethical dilemmas of end of life care, including physician assisted death.

She leaned slightly forward, eyes sharp, 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 the science now, but humanity. Her words carried weight, the kind that silenced doubt.

By the tshe set her 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 a moment before moving on,

lips pursed as if impressed but unwilling to show it.

Nnenna exhaled softly, rolling her wrist. First part done.

On the podium where the invigilators sat, Carl remained calm, his gaze quietly fixed on Nnenna. He didn’t look

worried, if anything, there was quiet confidence in his eyes.

"Which one is your sister again?" a baby faced female invigilator in her early thirties asked, pretending not to

know. Of course, she knew. Everyone knew who Carl's sister was. But when else would she ever get the chance

to talk to Prince Carl of Riverum?

Carl glanced at her politely. "The one in the front row, middle," he replied, his tone calm and proud. Even the way

he said it carried a gentle warmth that flowed like water.

"She seems to have everything under control," the woman commented, impressed despite herself.

"She does," Carl said simply, a small, certain smile touching his lips.

The woman hesitated, fidgeting with her pen before leaning closer. "I probably shouldn't be saying this..." she

began, forcing a light laugh. "But I'm in charge of assigning patients for the clinicals. | could, you know... assign

her an easier one."

Carl's head turned slightly, his expression shifting, gentle still, but colder now. "Excuse me?" His tone was soft,

yet it carried weight.

Oblivious to the sudden chill, she went on brightly, "I just mean, she’s already remarkable enough, trying to

graduate after only two years. I'm sure you've helped her study thoroughly, so the theory should be easy for her

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