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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 nwas 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 scase 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, | suspect chronic cholecystitis," he began clearly, his tone steady. "However, | would

like to rule out peptic ulcer disease and pancreatic pathology as differential diagnoses."

He paused as the lead examiner asked, "What investigations would you order to confirm your diagnosis?"

George didn’t miss a beat. "I would order an abdominal ultrasound to check for gallbladder wall thickening or

stones, liver function tests, amylase and lipase levels, and possibly an endoscopy if upper GI pathology is

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suspected."

Another examiner leaned forward. "Suppose the ultrasound comes back normal?"

"Then | would proceed with a HIDA scan," George replied smoothly. "It's more sensitive in detecting functional

gallbladder issues."

A soft murmur of approval filled the observation room.

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

proceed using only clinical signs and limited resources?"

It was a deceptively simple question, the kind that revealed true understanding.

George inhaled quietly, then answered, "In that case, | would rely on a combination of detailed history, Murphy’s

sign, and the presence of referred right shoulder pain. | would also check for any association between the timing

of pain and meals. Supportive management and empirical therapy would be guided by these findings."

Carl gave a small nod, not praise, but acknowledgment. "Good. Proceed."

When the session ended, George stepped out with composed satisfaction. He hadn't been flawless, but his poise

was undeniable.

From the observation room, Linda clapped slowly, her smile too sweet to be sincere. "Well done," she said under

her breath, though the glare in her eyes said otherwise.

Nnenna smiled genuinely. "He did great," she whispered, the tension in her shoulders easing.

People following the live stream couldn’t help but comment.

@seesawsmill: "That was textbook perfect."

@newhairdoshere: "You can tell he really studied."

@mycutepokerface: "Carl's gentle looks never changes"

@Dontlookatme: "Okay but why does it feel like he’s the male lead in a medical ??"

The exams continued as more and more candidates went in nervously and cout either happy or devastated.

When the baby faced woman 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 her ears as she walked to the

front.

I'll show them. I'll show her, she told herself.

The camera followed her as she stood by the patient's bed, clipboard clutched tightly in her hand. Her knuckles

were pale. George's calm, collected performance still played in her mind, the admiration in everyone's eyes, the

quiet nod Carl had given him, the way Nnenna had smiled from the observation room.

That smile replayed again and again.

By the tshe started her examination, her focus was gone.

"So, um, patient is... fifty two years old, male," she began, flipping through the chart with shaky fingers.

"Presenting with chest... chest discomfort... and, uh..."

She faltered.

The head examiner waited patiently, his expression gentle. "Take your time," he said softly.

Linda nodded quickly. "Yes, sir," she said, swallowing hard. She tried again, forcing herself to sound steady.

"Chest pain radiating to the, uh, left, no, right, side. Um... shortness of breath and sweating."

There was a long pause.

He tilted his head slightly. "Are you sure it radiates to the right side?"

Linda froze. The other examiners also looked mildly confused.

"l— yes. | mean no. Left," she corrected quickly, her cheeks burning.

From the observation room, murmurs broke out among the students.

@MedStreamLive: She’s nervous

@CampusBuzz: Oh nooo not the right side mistake

@FutureDoc12: The examiners are being so patient

@GeorgeStan: She's trying, guys...

George's jaw tightened as he watched. His expression softened, concern flickering in his eyes. He leaned slightly

forward, muttering under his breath, "Con, Linda... focus."

He wasn’t angry, just disappointed. No matter what had happened between them, a part of him still wanted her

to succeed.

Nnenna noticed the worry in his face. For a moment, she felt an ache, not jealousy, but quiet empathy. Linda was

clearly struggling, unraveling under pressure she had built herself.

Carl tried to redirect gently. "What's your leading diagnosis, Student Linda?"

She hesitated. "Acute... respiratory infection?" she blurted out.

Carl blinked. "For a patient with radiating chest pain?"

The silence that followed was brutal.

Linda realized her mistake instantly. "Sorry, | meant, acute myocardial infarction," she said quickly, her words

tumbling over each other.

Carl gave a small nod, his voice still kind but firmer now. "Better. Please continue with your supporting

evidence."

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From the back, a few students exchanged pitying looks.

@MedTalks: She's spiraling

@ViewFromWard: | feel bad, this is painful to watch

@BigBrainNnennaSupporters: She shouldn’t have underestimated Nnenna

When Linda finally reached the end of her presentation, her confidence had drained completely. She stood stiffly,

waiting for questions.

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Linda nodded, eyes glassy. She forced a smile, though it trembled. "Yes, sir. Thank you."

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That kindness burned more than mockery ever could.

And beside him, Nnenna sat with her usual composed expression, gentle, steady, a silent contrast to everything

Linda felt in that moment.

They both pity me, she thought bitterly, her heart twisting.

I hate it.

I hate them both!

The online feed buzzed again

@CampusBuzz: Oof That was rough.

@MedQueen: Carl handled that with grace tho

@LindaFans: She just needs to calm down next time. | hope she won't have to repeat.

@ShipWatch: George looked way too concerned

Linda walked out without another glance, her steps sharp and uneven. Behind her, the room felt strangely quiet,

even the air seemed to pause, heavy with what could've been.

In the observation room, Nnenna sighed softly. "She's better than that," she said quietly.

George nodded. "Yeah," he murmured, eyes still fixed on the door Linda had just exited. "She just lost her focus."

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