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.

the other half showed the anatomy of wolves as an analogy. There

vascular models. My head was spinning, taking so much in at the same

diagrams, and abstract

to pharmacy students

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

a little further from the foyer to come across glass doors revealing simulation labs where students practiced clinical skills but not

heavy horrifying feeling soon replaced the excitement in my veins. I knit my brows, trying hard

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

are healthy people..." I whispered, too scared to lift my gaze at those labs

to notice anyone else. Out of them, a student with dark red skin and a pointed tail and horns caught my attention. "Poverty is

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

labs transitioned into lecture rooms filled with students. There

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

Zosha's gaze, I spotted Kieth, who was attending the lecture. He might have teleported

wilted, her eyes welling up. She was about to

clossseee the

the way as a python slithered into the lecture 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

a few seconds, the python on the

perching itself on the girl's

She lifted her head

for the full experience. You won't find

serpent before?" Zosha

shook my head, staring at

and a kind-hearted lady. Although she's mostly late and has a frightening serpent accent. The first time I met

shut the door and the professor's voice drowned

and traditional methods of teaching. I attended a few

can't attend them now?"

She shook her head.

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

"Why not?" I asked.

overheals, meow,"

"Overhealing?"

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

fast

on the cuff of her black

nothing about this place?"

chuckled nervously. "That is why I need

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

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

where are we going?" I asked. The busy corridors

she said. Lifting her hand, she held my finger with