"You are the healer," Xue stated indifferently. "Where do I get a damp cloth?"
The healer closed her book, giving Xue a blank stare.
It's the broody handsome boy that everyone talks about.
She sighed, angling her body to one side, allowing her to peek into her own clinic. She instantly recognised Cecil Lan, the female student who is always visiting her clinic, leaning on the table, assessing a wound on her arm.
She looked back at Xue, raising her eyebrow.
This rascal, he knows I'm the healer.
Yet, he still wants to take charge and treat an injured person himself.
The healer crossed her arms, nudging her head to the right. "Cloth is on the third bottom drawer on your right."
"Bathroom on your left," she nudged her head to the left. "Make it quick."
Xue walked away, not responding to the healer.
She leaned against the wall, shaking her head as she opened her book, reading where she left off.