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.

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

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

illustrations, diagrams, and abstract art related

dressed in black medical coats to nursing students dressed in scrubs, to pharmacy

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

little further from the foyer to come across glass doors revealing simulation labs where students practiced clinical skills but

veins. I knit my brows, trying hard to not

to experiment

lift my gaze at those labs again. "Practicing on

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 than ethics," Zosha said in a

twelve-year-old was more painful than watching students practicing on

filled with students. There were lectures in progress in all those

ran to a lecture room's back door and peeped

spotted Kieth, who was attending

wilted, her eyes welling up. She was about to close the

clossseee the

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

to an empty seat and after a few seconds, the python on the seat had

canary twittered, perching itself

Kieth with sad eyes. She

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shape-shifting serpent before?" Zosha looked at

shook my head, staring at

frightening serpent accent. The first time I met

her canary. Zosha shut the

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

attend them

She shook her head.

for students enrolled in a fast course, Kieth never took me to any other lecture after those first few...

"Why not?" I asked.

overheals, meow,"

"Overhealing?"

as she sniffled. So, I tried to change

fast course?" I

her nose on the cuff of her black

nothing about this place?" she sniffled.

nervously. "That is

then depends on how fast you can, with the help of your healing partner, complete it. After the graduation, the

shit is an ungrateful brat! Meow! Meow!" Zosha hissed, stamping

way, where are we going?" I asked. The busy corridors became more and more isolated as we moved ahead, turn after

hand, she held my finger with her tiny fingers.