No doctor would pass him. Immoral. Deluded. Unethical. The same words never ceased to appear on Zandik's reports; it started boring him. They could at least get creative in the reasons they chose to fail him.

Just as every other year, Zandik was forced to repeat lectures on topics he'd already mastered, cooperate with students at half his intelligence, and resubmit assignments he'd been doing for years. He only stayed because with his track record, no other college would take him.

But that meant that he'd amassed quite the reputation among other medical students. Dangerous. Uncooperative. Untrustworthy. Also quite bland coming from the sharpest minds of the nation.

But it proved to be useful as nobody was willing to collaborate with him on group projects, meaning he was permitted to work alone. Something he preferred.

Yet there was always one.

Zandik hoped the Professor could feel him staring a hole through the back of their skull as they announced the mandatory group project. He didn't need to be weighed down by the bleeding hearts around him, uselessly preaching morality to a man who valued progress.

I wonder who I'll have the misfortune of working with this year. Zandik didn't pretend to take notes. The assignment hadn't changed after the dozenth time.