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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.

moved ahead, I came across 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

My head was spinning, taking so much in

illustrations, diagrams, and abstract art related to

in scrubs, to pharmacy students wearing lab coats and lab goggles, they

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

doors revealing simulation labs where students practiced clinical skills but not on mannequins, but alive

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

a living by allowing the healing students to experiment on their bodies. Their bodies have higher healing powers than the rest of us. So,

gaze at those labs again. "Practicing on them? Does it not raise

busy in their own 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

twelve-year-old was more

filled with students. There were lectures in

to a lecture room's back door and peeped inside.

gaze, I spotted Kieth, who was attending

She was about to

clossseee the door,

room towards the last seat. A yellow canary was perched on its spine. Its bifurcated tongue flicked in the air. Her head turned around, looking at

a few seconds, the python on the seat had shifted into a girl with glowing scaly skin

canary twittered, perching itself on

door, glancing at Kieth with sad eyes. She

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shape-shifting serpent before?" Zosha looked at me

shook my head, staring at the

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

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

are soundproof and a mix of technology and traditional methods of teaching. I attended a few lectures

them now?" I

She shook her head.

in a fast course, Kieth never took me to

"Why not?" I asked.

meow,"

"Overhealing?"

brimmed in her eyes again, streaming down her freckles cheeks as she sniffled. So, I tried to change the subject for the time

a fast course?" I

the cuff of

about this place?" she

chuckled nervously. "That is why I

partner like me, the course is shortened. The course period then depends on how fast you can, with the help of your healing partner, complete it. After the

Kieth of a shit is an ungrateful brat! Meow! Meow!" Zosha hissed, stamping her

I asked. The busy corridors became more and more isolated as we

Lifting her hand, she held my finger