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.

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 a

was spinning, taking so much in at the same time. The ambiance of this place had completely blown me

with medical illustrations, diagrams, and abstract art

students dressed in black medical coats to nursing students dressed in scrubs, to pharmacy students wearing lab coats and lab goggles, they owned the

sofas around the dragon's giant model. It was more like a sitting and discussion room where

walked a little further from the foyer to come across glass doors revealing simulation labs where students

veins. I knit my brows, trying hard

worry, they are trained as subjects. They have a 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

people..." I whispered, too scared to lift my gaze at those labs again. "Practicing on them? Does it

us, too 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

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

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

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

who was attending the lecture.

welling up. She was about

clossseee the door,

the last seat. A yellow canary

python on the seat had shifted into a girl with glowing scaly skin like snakes that had faded

canary twittered, perching itself on the girl's

closed the door, glancing at Kieth with sad eyes. She lifted her head and looked at my face, pale

full experience. You won't find the

serpent before?" Zosha

my head, staring at the serpent

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

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

a mix of technology and traditional methods of

attend them

She shook her head.

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

"Why not?" I asked.

overheals, meow,"

"Overhealing?"

eyes again, streaming down her freckles cheeks as she sniffled. So,

a fast

her nose on the cuff of her black

know nothing about this place?" she sniffled. "Do

"That is

if you enroll alone. But if you enroll here with a healing 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 graduation, the healer and healing partner can either stay together or practice healing separately. Only

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

asked. The busy corridors became

Lifting her hand, she held my finger with her tiny