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.

half, while the other half showed the anatomy

models, nervous models, and vascular models. My head was spinning, taking so much in at the same time. The ambiance of this place had

with medical illustrations, diagrams, and abstract art

to pharmacy students wearing lab coats and lab goggles, they owned the hallways and

with a vivid arrangement of sofas around the dragon's giant model. It was more like a sitting and

across glass doors revealing simulation labs where students practiced clinical skills

veins. I knit my brows, trying hard to not look into the

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

too scared to lift my gaze

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

from a twelve-year-old was more painful

glass labs transitioned into lecture rooms filled with students. There were lectures in progress

door and peeped inside.

I spotted Kieth, who was attending the lecture.

eyes welling up. She was about

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last seat. A yellow canary was perched on its spine. Its bifurcated tongue flicked in the air.

on to an empty seat and after a few seconds, the python on the seat had shifted into a girl with glowing scaly skin

canary twittered, perching itself on the girl's

Kieth with sad eyes. She lifted her head and looked

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Zosha looked at me with

shook my head, staring

healing partner is the canary. 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

at Vish and her canary. Zosha shut the door and the professor's voice drowned in

of technology and traditional methods of teaching. I attended a few lectures in the

them now?"

She shook her head.

for students enrolled in a fast course, Kieth never took me

"Why not?" I asked.

meow,"

"Overhealing?"

as she sniffled. So,

fast course?" I

the cuff of her black shirt

about this place?" she

nervously. "That is why

how fast you can, with the

a shit is an ungrateful brat! Meow! Meow!" Zosha hissed, stamping her feet angrily on the floor as rage

going?" I asked. The busy corridors became more and more isolated as

your bruise, meow," she said. Lifting her hand, she