Chapter 33

Zen watched through a narrow opening in the door as the other interns buzzed around the ward. They were all busy with their tasks, some carefully preparing tinctures, while others mixed herbs. There was an air of quiet concentration, interrupted only by the occasional clatter of a jar or the muttered instructions of a more experienced nurse. He observed them for a moment longer, then turned his attention back to Tasha as they finished up their own tasks.

Tasha glanced at Zen, noticing his gaze drifting towards the other interns. "Want me to introduce you to the others?" she asked, gesturing toward the group.

Zen shook his head, his expression indifferent. “No need. I don’t want to bother myself with remembering names.”

One of the interns overheard and looked up, scoffing. “He sounds like a rich kid.”

Another intern, without looking up from his work, added, “Yeah, that’s how they all are. Snobbish.”

Zen’s lips curled into a faint smile, finding their assumptions amusing. He wasn’t offe