Thorne
"How did you conclude it was scombroid poisoning?" I asked, raising a brow. 
"The child ate fish for lunch. A few minutes later, the mother brought her to the clinic. This type of poisoning mimics allergy symptoms," she explained.
Impressive.
“Have you gathered pieces of evidence or maybe some resources on why you would conclude that?” I asked, my eyes glued at her. 
She nodded as a response "At lunch, Secretary Shin brought us fish from Mrs. Georgina as a thank-you gift. One of my colleagues tasted it and spit it out due to the unpleasant taste," she added.
"I asked Georgina if she ate the fish too, and she said yes. As Caden brought her to the clinic, I went to the market," she explained.
My brows furrowed as she continued.
"I saw a vendor selling fish that was poorly handled, with flies swarming around it," she said. 
"Mrs. Georgina told me that the vendor came to her housgñe to offer fish, and without suspicion, she purchased one for their lunch," she added.
Her light blue eyes remained locked on mine. An amateur couldn’t have this level of skill in observing medication, yet this girl did. 
She's right; everything she said was accurate. It’s impressive how she not only saved the child but also helped the mother.
"I apologize; I should have looked into it more carefully," I said.
"Very well, I'm impressed," I added, patting her. She looked surprised, her expression unreadable.
"I’ll provide you with some medications for them, but for now, as I’ve noted, I still want you to encourage a healthy lifestyle for them," I instructed.
"And the carriage will be arriving soon to transfer them for further evaluation. It's crucial we address this properly," I said.
"Of course, Professor," she replied, smiling and rushing back to the room.
I smiled as I watched her converse with the mother. She’s a natural.
After a few hours, my students headed to their dorms while I remained at the clinic. The carriages had successfully transported the mother and daughter to the hospital for further evaluation.
I stayed behind, scribbling a letter to my spy in Glacierbrook village. As I folded the letter, there was a knock at the door. It was Shin.
"Shin," I greeted.
"Doc, may I leave early today? I've completed all my tasks, and it's my son's birthday," she asked softly.
I nodded. "You may go."
She smiled and thanked me before leaving. A few minutes later, I locked up the clinic and saw my carriage waiting. I got in, and it began moving.
I came home as I saw Butler J was cleaning the window glass, he was surprised to see me this early. 
"My Lord, I am glad you came home safe" he said.
"Good to see you too, Butler J," I said, heading to my office. I was reading a book until someone knocked and opened the door.
It was Butler J, delivering me a rum.
"How was your day, My Lord?" he asked, pouring some rum into the glass.
"A student of mine really amazed me today. She successfully finished a case in a day—it's odd to see a freshman like that," I said, sipping the rum from the glass he gave me.
"Well, I guess she is a genius, after all," Butler J said.
"I guess she is," I replied.
                                 Zaira 
We arrived at the school. I waved at my colleagues. After they faded from the distance, I could feel my legs trembling. My body craved the softness of my bed. My eyes want to close but there's a few meters towards my own dorm. 
"Zaira Coffey?" he asked, his monolid russet eyes locking onto mine with a bored expression.
A man strode toward me, his white dress shirt slightly wrinkled, the tie hanging loosely and untamed around his collar. His dark hair fell in a tousled cascade, one side brushing against his forehead in careless disarray.
There was an edge to him—an irritation simmering just beneath the surface. His monolid eyes, sharp and intense, locked onto me with a glare that felt as though it could cut through steel.
"Yes?" I replied.
"You're Callista's dormmate, correct?"
"Yes," I answered again.
"She didn't come to the office today. I was wondering if you've seen her?" he asked.
"Oh, didn't she tell you?" I asked. "She went to her parents' house, maybe for an emergency or something."
"She didn't," he said flatly.
"That's odd. Maybe she left a letter for you? I'm sure she wouldn't leave without letting you know," I suggested.
He sighed. "Thank you," he said, and just like that, he walked away.
My brows furrowed as I glanced at him walking away from me. I know Calista won't leave unfinished work such as her studies and paper works, she manages her time so well that it won't bother her in the next events. I sighed, walking towards my dorm 
As I opened, a surprise greeted me. Callista was in the kitchen washing dishes, her hair was up in a messy bun
"Hey!" an excited voice popped into the room, accompanied by a warm smile and her signature red hair.
"Cal?" I asked, surprised. "You're still here?"
"Yeah! I just finished packing up my things," she replied, her voice full of energy.
"Seth was looking for you," I mentioned casually.
Her brows raised in surprise. "Really?” her voice unbothered continued washing the dishes. 
"Is that man bothering you?" I asked, curious.
"No, I was about to inform him, but he wasn't there," she replied casually.
“How's the first day of Thorne’s Clinic?” she added, walking towards me. 
“It's a good experience, exhausting also” I said, rolling my eyes. 
I saw her smirk as she grabbed her things looking at me “I'm sure you nailed it, like you always do 
She stood and spread her arms wide. "Hugs before I go?"
I smiled and hugged her back. "You're just going home for the weekend, right?"
"Of course!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm. 
She smiled at me one more time as she walked towards the door and she paused and looked back at me. "Hey, Zai," she called.
I glanced at her, a bit confused. "Yeah?"
With a mischievous grin, she said, "I'm still waiting for your love story with Thorne."
"Get out!" I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.
I heard her laugh as she closed the door behind her. I sighed and smirked, thinking about what had just happened. Finally, I went to my room, changed into more comfortable clothes, and let myself fall onto the bed.
Goodness, it's been a day.
It had been two days, and I found myself yawning as I waited for the carriage with my colleagues. I noticed Caden and Thalia walking together, with Arlo and Arthur trailing behind them.
"Good morning," Thalia greeted with a smile.
"Good morning," I replied, returning the smile.
The carriage arrived, but there was no sign of Thorne. I sighed and climbed inside. The others were chattering loudly during the journey, and then Caden made an announcement.
"Alright, that's enough," he said, grabbing everyone's attention. "Professor gave me a task. I'm going to assign you all based on this list."
"Where's the professor?" Thalia asked.
"He had an emergency at a nearby hospital, but he'll be here a little later," Caden explained.
"Alright then! Thalia and I are on storage duty, Arthur with Secretary Shin, and lastly, Arlo and Zaira," Caden continued.
I nodded in response, leaning back in my seat and closing my eyes for a moment, hoping to rest a bit before we arrived.
As we arrived, I immediately headed to Thorne's office, and the sight that greeted me was nothing short of chaotic. Arlo walked in behind me and was just as stunned.
Papers were scattered all over his desk, crumpled sheets littered the floor, and the bookshelves were in complete disarray.
"Woah... this is..." Arlo started.
"A mess," I finished for him.
"It looks like a tornado came through here," he commented, shaking his head in disbelief.
I sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the task ahead. "Let's... get this over with."
We started cleaning before the clinic opened, and minutes later, the books were properly arranged, and the scattered papers were sorted. The garbage had already been thrown out, leaving the office looking much more organized.
Just as we were finishing up, someone opened the door—it was Secretary Shin. "Oh! You've finished," she said, surprised.
"Yep! What's wrong with his office? It's like..." Arlo began.
"Like it was hit by a tornado?" she finished for him. "Well, last night, he stayed late. I don't know what he was doing, but he seemed busy," she explained.
"Well, that's the best surgeon's lifestyle, I guess," Arlo commented with a shrug.
Secretary Shin chuckled, then glanced outside. "Doc's here. I'm going to open the clinic. Good luck, both of you," she said with a smile as she headed out.
We exchanged glances and shrugged. Moments later, Thorne entered his office, wearing his usual white button-up shirt with rolled-up sleeves. His hair was slightly disheveled, and he looked exhausted, as if he hadn't gotten much sleep. 
Arlo and I stayed quiet, waiting for him to settle in. He noticed the tidiness of his office and gave us a faint nod of appreciation, though his eyes were still heavy with fatigue.
"Good morning, Professor," I said gently, breaking the silence.
"Morning," he replied with a tired voice. He sat down heavily in his chair and rubbed his temples. "Thanks for tidying up."
"No problem," Arlo responded. "You alright, Doc?"
Thorne glanced at him, then sighed. "Just a long night. Nothing to worry about."
Arlo and I exchanged another glance but didn’t press any further. We could tell he had a lot on his mind.
Someone opened the door and it was Secretary Shin. A man in his 50s entered the room, with pale skin and cranky hair.
"Good morning," I greeted.
He smiled and said, "Good morning."
"What seems to be the problem?" Thorne asked.
"I have continuous headaches, and I also experience fatigue frequently," he said.
"Do you have complete hours of sleep?" Thorne asked.
"Not very much; I sleep about 3 hours a day," he said.
"Zaira, could you examine him, please?" Thorne ordered.
I walked towards the patient and examined him. His skin was quite cold, his nails looked spoon-shaped, and the under-eye area had dark circles. 
I held my stethoscope and checked his breathing. A minute later, I noted that his respiratory breaths were not normal.
Some of his hair was missing in areas. I looked at the professor.
"Sir, we will need to get you back. Could you please wait outside?" Thorne said.
He nodded and went outside.
"What are your findings?" he asked.
“The patient's skin is pale, spoon-shaped nails are present, dark circles are under his eyes, and his hair is missing in some areas. Based on his answers, he hasn’t had much rest,” I said.
Thorne looked at me attentively, as if his earlier tiredness had disappeared. I swallowed, our eyes locking. He rested his head on his hand, not flinching, and continued to stare at me.
“The patient may have iron deficiency anemia,” I added.
“What do you suggest we do?” he asked.
“Besides the physical examination, it would be best to run tests, this way we could conclude the results” I explained.
He fell silent as I bit my lower lip and clenched my clipboard.
“Arlo,” Thorne called.
“Yes, doc?” Arlo responded.
“Go to the patient and explain what to do. Ask him to come back after the results so we can review them,” Thorne instructed.
“Yes, doc,” Arlo said, heading out.
As the door closed behind him, I sighed.
“You did well, as always,” Thorne said with a smile.
“Thank you,” I replied, smiling back.
I glanced at him; his tiredness was still visible, though not as pronounced as when he first entered the room.
Later, while we waited for the next patient, someone barged in.
“Doc! A patient in the emergency room!” Secretary Shin’s panicked voice called.
Thorne rose from his seat and immediately went out. I followed him and, before entering the emergency room, we donned sterile gloves and masks.
Inside, my eyes widened at the sight of a patient with blood on his head.
“What happened!?” Thorne asked.
“He fell. We didn’t have much choice but to come here. We panicked, we've known that there is an equipment in your clinic that may help him” a burly man said, trembling.
“Sir, can you hear me? I’m Zaira,” I said, raising my voice so he could hear, and checked his eyes with a penlight. Thankfully, his pupils responded.
“Zaira, call the hospital. We don’t have the necessary equipment here, but I’ll do everything to stabilize him,” Thorne instructed.
I nodded and went outside to dial the hospital.
“Hello, Zaira Coffey, medical student from Ackerman’s clinic,” I introduced myself.
“We need help. A carriage for a patient in his mid-40s, with normal reactions. He fell while working; I believe he’s a carpenter. He currently has a concussion,” I explained.
“Thank you,” I said and was about to return when Thorne emerged.
“The patient is stable now,” he said.
That fast? I looked over; the patient was lying down with clothes and IVs. Arlo went outside.
“The carriage will be coming,” I said.
A woman, appearing to be in her 30s with a wrinkled, worried face, approached us.
“Doc, I’m Oriana, the wife of the patient,” she said, her voice trembling.
“The patient is stable now, but we need to transfer him to the hospital. The fall may affect his spine or, worse, his skull,” Thorne explained.
“The hospital has a complete set of equipment, and it’s better to transfer him there,” Thorne added.
Later, as the patient was transferred to a carriage, we continued seeing patients with mild issues like allergies, rashes, coughs, and fevers.
As the day ended, I was at the table scribbling notes for the case study we'll have at the end of the semester. I was organizing my topics to be prepared.
“Hey Zai, ready to go?” Caden asked.
“Oh, um, you go ahead. I’ll be coming later,” I replied.
His brows raised. “But our carriage is here.”
“Yeah, I know, but I still have to ask the professor. I’m sure there are some carriages around,” I said with a smile.
“Okay... Are you sure?” he asked.
I smiled. “Yes.”
“Alright. But if you want, just call this number,” he said, handing me a piece of paper with a number on it.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“It’s from my male dormitory. You can call and ask for my name,” he explained.
“Oh, that’s kind of you. Thanks,” I said. He walked away, and I remained in the room, continuing to scribble my notes.
A few minutes later, I finished my notes but still had questions for the professor. Secretary Shin had also left. I knocked on the door and opened it.
"Professor?" I called.
His brows raised. "Zaira, you're still here?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to ask you some questions about my paper," I said.
"Sure, let me see," he replied, taking the paper from me.
"Wow, this is... informative," he said. "Come here," he instructed.
I swallowed and walked toward him. His clean, sophisticated leather scent enveloped me.
"This isn't necessary," he said, drawing circles around my paragraphs and sentences.
Pay attention!
"And this, too," he pointed out.
"Your paper is good; it just needs some revisions and changes. Your topic is amazing," he said.
"Thank you, professor," I replied.
"You stayed?" he asked.
I nodded. "I just needed to finish this today so that I could move on."
"You're unbelievable," he said.
"It's my responsibility," I answered.
He tried to stand but paused and sat back down, leaning in. I noticed he looked surprised and then blurted out, "Professor, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired, that's all," he said, his voice a whisper.
I checked his forehead and neck, noticing he looked surprised as he watched me.
"What are you doing—"
“Checking you, one minute please” I said , my brows furrowed, "I think you have a mild fever." I looked at him.