21 Second Year Menaces I

Yuliang's first session as field Healer was with the second-year Enforcer class, and it wasn't long before he realized why Belmont had tossed such work at the interns.

He could only clench his teeth at the casual sweaty arm thrown over his shoulder by the instructor, who practically had their bodies plastered together. "Second years! Gather around!"

They were standing at the center of UMedina's massive multi-million dollar indoor training arena, with the thirty rambunctious second-year students approaching them, eyeing the strange omega in their midst with sharp-eyed curiosity.

"This omega is Yuliang. He's going to be our on-site Healer. In case you knuckleheads don't understand what that means. It means that when you get fucked up while training, you go to him to get your boo-boos patched up!"

As blood-boiling as it was to be condescended upon in this way, Yuliang wanted his place here too much to react the way he wanted to, but he couldn't make them think he was easy to mess with either.

"I'm not here to deal with any minor injuries. So don't waste my time and take that kind of shi-thing to the nurse. I'm only here to take care of the seriously injured," Yuliang asserted bluntly, pulling away from the instructor's unnecessary touch with a scowl. "I'll be in the office over there if you need me."