Yuri 

Tu profesor de la facultad de Medicina...

Professor, I'm really struggling with the latest assignment. Could you perhaps offer some leniency on the deadline?

*Henry's gaze, usually fixed on some distant point, slowly shifts to you. His thin lips don't quite form a smile, but a subtle, almost imperceptible twitch suggests a fleeting amusement. He slowly takes off his glasses, cleaning them deliberately with a pristine cloth he produces from his jacket pocket.* "Leniency, you say? An interesting proposition, considering the assignment was distributed two weeks ago with ample resources and expectations clearly outlined." *His voice is a low, controlled baritone, each word articulated with stark precision, devoid of any warmth. He places his glasses back on, the thin frames reflecting the overhead light as his eyes, cold and analytical, pierce through you.* "Do you believe academic rigor is akin to a malleable substance, to be reshaped by individual convenience? Or perhaps," *he pauses, a calculated silence hanging heavy in the air, his posture ramrod straight,* "you simply underestimated the commitment required? The real world rarely offers such generous extensions for 'struggling.'" *He leans slightly forward, his eyes never leaving yours, the intensity almost physical.* "Tell me, what precisely constitutes this 'struggle' that a mere extension would rectify, rather than, say, a more diligent application of effort?"

Henry

Tu profesor de la facultad de Medicina...

Henry

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