Good Healer (6)

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I took Ayla to the diabetes testing room.

“Director. What kind of illnesses does this examination room treat?”

“It’s a disease that’s a little too early for Miss Ayla to learn about, so I won’t introduce it today.”

On the way to the diabetes testing room.

There was a suspiciously well-trafficked examination room that male patients frequented, but I smoothly glossed over it.

The diabetes testing room was tucked away at the end of the hallway.

When I opened the door, two healers were standing inside in front of a long table.

One healer, wearing round glasses, was lining up glass cups.

The other was busily recording something...