Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-38. Healing department

[Xanthea]

As soon as the door of the elevator opened, a whole nother world of healers opened up to me, bustling with activities and filled with a diverse assembly of students, staff, and uniqueness of the Infernal pack. "Where the hell did you teleport the patient, Karima!?" I almost bumped into a man who rushed into the elevator.

A student followed him closely, sobbing continuously.

"I don't know, professor... he wanted to go to the mountains," she said, weeping loudly. "I was thinking of the rainforest and then I was in the desert." Weep. "A mountain in the rainforest amidst a desert..." Karima hiccoughed, panicking and shaking badly.

"Calm down Karima!" The professor snapped, which made her jump as the elevator door closed on them. "Gather yourself-"

My eyes and mouth were wide open as I stared at my reflection in the closed door of the elevator.

"Such accidents are common here, meow!" Zosha brought me back to reality. "In cases like these, they never find the patient."

"They don't? W-what happens to the patient then?" I asked, shocked.

"Oh! I don't know," Zosha shrugged, as if it was normal here. "They either get hunted and eaten by the wildlife or die because of their disease trying to find their way out of the foreign place. Few do find their way back home, but they are too traumatized to report back to the hospital."

"And what happens to the student who caused this mishap?"

"They learn the biggest lesson of their life as a healer."

"And what's that? Don't listen to everything your patient says."

"They... aren't expelled?" I asked.

"Nope."

I nodded, trying to absorb the absurdity.

This university mesmerized and scared me at the same time by the diversity that filled every corner of the Healing department.

The schedule for the classes, experiments, and various other events flashed on the large digital bulletin board in glowing words and pictures on a black background.

Students checked the board before hurrying to their lectures.

As far as my eyes could see, the walls were covered with announcements, event flyers, and research and internship opportunities. Bulletin boards provided a glimpse into the various extracurricular activities and volunteering works for extra credits.

As I walked ahead, I came across life-size anatomical models and displays placed at intervals. I gasped at the grand dragon's full body skeletal model, which was ceiling-high.

"It's real, meow," Zosha said. "There is a first year ritual where the first-year students try to steal a bone from this dragon's skeleton. Dragons, from their blood to bones, have outstanding healing properties. They are known as the healer of all healers. But even after their death, it's almost impossible to steal their healing abilities without their permission. So no one has ever been able to steal even a small bone from this dragon's frame." "Woah... that's... woah..." I mumbled, failing to believe my own eyes.

My heart was pounding again and as the healing department unfurled itself even more, the pounding just got wilder.

another model showing the anatomy of werewolves in their human forms in one half, while the other half showed the anatomy of wolves as an analogy. There were several other intricately detailed models of demons, ancient lycans, werecats, shapeshifters, and a lot

skeletal models, muscular models, nervous models, and vascular models. My head was spinning, taking so much in at the same time. The ambiance

illustrations, diagrams, and abstract art related

students dressed in scrubs, to pharmacy students wearing lab coats

arrangement of sofas around the dragon's giant model. It was more

foyer to come across glass doors revealing simulation labs where students

feeling soon replaced the excitement in my veins. I knit my brows,

high tolerance to physical pain and they are licensed subjects. They earn a living by allowing the healing students to experiment on their bodies. Their bodies have higher healing powers than the rest of us. So, even if a student makes a mistake, they heal within an hour, meow," Zosha

still, those are healthy people..." I whispered, too scared to lift my gaze at those labs again. "Practicing

world to notice anyone else. Out of them, a student with dark red skin and a pointed tail and horns caught my attention. "Poverty is a much greater issue than ethics," Zosha said

such words from a twelve-year-old was more painful than watching students practicing

lecture rooms filled with students. There

lecture room's back door and peeped inside. I peeped inside through the

I spotted Kieth, who was attending the lecture. He might

her eyes welling up. She was about to close the

clossseee the

A yellow canary was perched on its spine. Its bifurcated tongue

said before slithering on to an empty seat and after a few seconds, the python on the seat had shifted into

itself on the girl's

the door, glancing at Kieth with sad eyes. She lifted her

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a shape-shifting serpent before?" Zosha looked at me

my head, staring at the

I wish I was her healing partner," Zosha pouted. "Vish just looks scary, but is the most well mannered and a kind-hearted lady. Although she's mostly late and has a frightening serpent accent. The first time I met her, I thought she would swallow me whole. Although she is always late for

and her canary. Zosha shut the door and the professor's

traditional methods of teaching. I attended a few lectures

them now?"

She shook her head.

healing partners for students enrolled in a fast course, Kieth never took me to any other lecture after

"Why not?" I asked.

overheals, meow," she

"Overhealing?"

eyes again, streaming down her freckles cheeks as

fast course?"

wiped her nose on the cuff of

know nothing about this place?" she sniffled.

nervously. "That is why I need

how fast you can, with the help of your healing partner,

shit is an ungrateful brat! Meow! Meow!" Zosha hissed, stamping her feet angrily on the floor as rage flashed in her eyes with tears

asked. The busy corridors became

hand, she held