𝗔𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗠𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗮𝘁

chapter 4 (Dr. Zahrun and the Intern Survival Guide)

After the orientation concluded, Amyrah and neha found a quiet corner in the bustling cafeteria. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter as interns shared their first impressions and exchanged contact information. The aroma of fresh coffee and baked goods wafted through the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.  

"I can't believe we're finally here," neha exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "After all those late-night study sessions, it feels surreal!"

"I know! But I can't shake off the feeling of being late on the first day," Amyrah replied, biting her lip. "What if this is a bad luck?"

neha laughed, her laughter ringing like a melody. "You know what they say—start strong, but it's how you finish that counts! Besides, I'm sure they will warm up to you once they sees your skills in action."

Amyrah chuckled, grateful for her friend's positivity. "I hope so. He seemed intimidating, but I guess it's just his way of pushing us to be better."

As Amyrah and Neha continued to chat in the cafeteria, the conversation took a darker turn when the interns around them began sharing stories about Dr. Zahrun's notorious reputation.

 He wasn't just a surgeon—he was the senior resident in charge of overseeing some of the most difficult and high-stakes operations in the hospital. His specialty was general surgery, but his real skill, according to the whispers, was in making his interns' lives a living nightmare.

"He's a perfectionist, but not the inspiring kind," one of the interns explained, leaning in with a grim expression. "He expects you to know everything on day one, and if you don't, he'll tear into you. No excuses. Forget the fact that we're supposed to be here to learn—Dr. Zahrun acts like every mistake you make is a personal insult to him. And trust me, he's not the forgiving type."

Amyrah felt a knot tighten in her stomach as the intern continued. "He's the kind of surgeon who believes fear is the best motivator.

 I heard from one of last year's interns that during an operation, if someone fumbled even slightly, he wouldn't just call them out—he'd humiliate them in front of the entire team. He'd say things like, 'If you can't hold a scalpel properly, maybe you should be cleaning the floor instead of standing in my OR.'"

Another intern, who had been listening quietly, chimed in. "He's cold. He once made an intern cry during rounds because they didn't answer fast enough when he asked about a patient's diagnosis. He stared them down like they were the most incompetent person in the world and said, 'If you don't know by now, you should pack your bags and leave. I don't have time for slow learners.'" The intern shook their head. "It's like he enjoys breaking people. He thrives on it."Neha's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious? That's horrible! Isn't he supposed to teach us?"One of the interns snorted. "Teach? Ha! In Dr. Zahrun's world, teaching means throwing you into the deep end and seeing if you can swim. If you fail, well, too bad. He doesn't have time for failures."

Amyrah's mind raced, the image of Dr. Zahrun becoming more menacing with each story. The idea of working under someone like him was terrifying. She had hoped for mentorship, guidance, and a chance to learn. But from the sound of it, Zahrun wasn't interested in being anyone's mentor—he was there to weed out the weak, with no compassion for those who didn't measure up to his impossible standards.