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.

model showing the anatomy of werewolves in their human forms in one half, while the other half showed the anatomy of wolves as

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 me away. Oh,

diagrams, and abstract art related

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

around the dragon's giant model. It was more like a sitting

the foyer to come across glass doors revealing simulation labs where students practiced

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

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 a mistake, they heal within

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

a student with dark red skin and a pointed tail and

such words from a twelve-year-old was more

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

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

Kieth, who was

welling up. She was about

clossseee the

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

seconds, the python on the seat had shifted into a

canary twittered, perching itself

She lifted her head and looked

to visit 000005s.org for the full experience. You

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

head, staring at

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 the lectures, she is the best

the door and the professor's

lecture rooms are soundproof and a mix of technology and traditional methods of teaching.

them

She shook her head.

course, Kieth never took me to any other

"Why not?" I asked.

overheals, meow," she

"Overhealing?"

as she sniffled. So, I tried to change the subject for the

is a fast

nose on the cuff of

about this place?"

is why I

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 rich people

stamping her feet angrily on the floor

busy corridors became more and more isolated

the one who can heal your bruise, meow," she said. Lifting her hand, she held my finger with her tiny fingers.