𝗔𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗠𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗮𝘁

chapter 6 ( Under Pressure)

Dr. Zahrun stood at the front of the patient ward, his tall figure casting a shadow over the rows of beds. The interns gathered around him, their faces tense with anticipation, notebooks at the ready. His sharp gaze moved from patient to patient, as if measuring the severity of each case in an instant.

"Listen carefully," he began, his voice steady but cold, cutting through the silence of the room. "These are the patients under our care. Each one of you will be assigned two cases to study. I expect you to be fully prepared by tomorrow morning."

He paused, turning his eyes toward the group, his expression unreadable. "I have surgery now, so you'll be on your own for the hospital rules and regulations conference. I don't care if you're tired or overwhelmed—learn them. And learn them well."

Amyrah and the other interns nodded, scribbling down notes as he moved from bed to bed, giving brief, direct introductions to each patient. He spoke in clinical terms, outlining medical histories, current treatments, and possible complications.

Zaynab nodded, glancing nervously at Amyrah as she jotted down notes. The group felt the weight of Dr. Zahrun's expectation hanging over them. 

The rest of the assignments were given out in similar fashion, each intern receiving two patients with complex histories. As Dr. Zahrun finished his rounds, he turned back to them, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Study them thoroughly. I'll be asking you about their cases tomorrow. If you don't know the answers, don't bother showing up for the surgery."

The interns exchanged nervous glances, feeling the pressure mount. Dr. Zahrun's words were always laced with a sense of finality, as if failure wasn't just a possibility but a certainty if they didn't meet his standards.

"Now, go to the rules and regulations conference. I don't expect to hear any excuses about missed sessions," he added, his tone making it clear that there would be consequences if they failed to comply.

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the ward, leaving the group to digest both the assignments and the growing dread of what tomorrow might bring.She exchanged a glance with Arif, who looked equally stressed, before they all made their way to the conference room, trying to absorb as much information as they could from the hospital regulations.

*****It was 9 p.m. when Amyrah sat with her team in the hospital cafeteria, the hum of late-night activity buzzing around them. The overhead lights cast a warm glow on their faces as they sipped chai and picked at the remnants of their dinners. Arif sat beside her, and Zaynab and Hassan across the table, fidgeting with her cup. Despite the food and the chai, the mood at the table was tense.

"I swear," Hassan said, lowering his voice as he leaned in, "if we don't have all the answers tomorrow, Dr. Zahrun will kill us. I can feel it. The way he looks at us, it's like he's just waiting for one of us to slip up."

Arif nodded in agreement, his brows furrowed. "He doesn't just point out mistakes—he makes you feel like you're worthless for making them."

Amyrah stirred her chai, her thoughts tangled in the web of the day's events. "He's not just strict—he's cruel. There's a difference. It's like he enjoys finding reasons to tear us down."Zaynab sighed, slumping slightly in her chair. "Maybe he is acting like that and but hes actually soft inside you know anyway, tomorrow's surgery prep is going to be brutal. If we don't have our patient cases memorized..."