Her steps were quick and light on the spacious marble-tiled corridor. Dressed in her best dress – or so she thought – she looked very professional. Her wavy hair was loosely combed back with a few small golden flowers for decoration. Her eyes were glinting with anticipation and her posture was flawless – straight back, chin up, arms cradling a bunch of papers. There was no way things wouldn’t go according to plan that day. She turned into a large room with a few people in white, mostly women, walking back and forth, from bed to bed. It was the university’s hospital wing and it was as busy as ever. She spent three years walking around that room and knew most of the staff, but she knew only the name of the woman she was meeting that day. It was one of the head healers who were almost impossible to meet since they travelled across the country to attend hospital meetings in different cities. But she was lucky. She stopped by one of the healers, her face serious and ever...