Jennifer
Urging the horse onward, Victor resisted the light smirk he felt as he continued onward. 
"Well, this way then. And it's fine, I only need my work bag from the wagon before getting inside. It was just a decent place to sleep if I didn't manage to get home before dark."
They headed down the path to the clinic, a building which did indeed have large, sliding barn doors rather than the typical Macen swinging doors so differently sized and shaped patrons could make their way through. He let the steeds stop over a patch of dead grass, then released them as they vanished.
Climbing down, he sighs and walks to the front door to unlock and let the two of them inside. Above the door, several devilish faces are etched inside to leer down at them.
Alfred
*Circine marveled at the accommodations, noting how spacious the interior was. The good doctor had mentioned his clinic was accessible to all sorts, but to this extent...*
"By my father's hooves- What are these?"
*He flinched a little at the sight of the etchings, the flickering flames from the lights only making them that much more unnerving.*
Jennifer
Pulling the door open, he motioned Circine in first, then paused as he looked up. This time he did smirk. 
"An old method of preventing unwanted entry. The locks are quite new, but before then I had to rely on these to warn off intruders. Granted, I've not had many try and get away with it." 
He heads in, unbothered by the etchings which must by now just be commonplace. Inside it was simple, though large with a high ceiling and walls. The decor was... A bit odd however. It looked like anatomical models, and closer inspection would reveal them to be made of wax.
Alfred
"Peculiar indeed... But, if they work then I will not comment further."
*He replied, beaming contentedly as he nodded to Victor. The centaur was quickly drawn to the models, the dull sheen and sharp, fragrant smell signalling their composition.*
"So detailed... Did you make these yourself?"
Jennifer
Closing the door, Victor locks it securely behind him and slips the key into his pocket. Removing his coat, he sets it on a nearby hook and then pauses as the centaur examines one of the models.
"Yes. I enjoy being able to study in my free time, but keeping cadavers around for such a thing is off putting. So, I made my own models. If I ever have a student, it will make teaching them much easier as well."
The model stares at Circine with blank eyes, one half of it's face exposing muscle and veins beneath. Victor walks over, looking at it.
"Not that everyone is exactly the same underneath, but they're usually close enough to it."
Alfred
"We're all skin, bones and blood in the end."
*He commented softly, examining the model a moment longer, his eyes staring back into its blankly, before turning back to Victor.*
"I imagine you have many patients that come to see you?"
Jennifer
"Oh, skin, bones, ligaments. Most of us are the same, despite race. Only a few *Truly* Vary, the ah..." He pauses, removing a handkerchief and using it to remove a bit of accumulated dust on the shoulder of a model. "The Qua vary greatly, and Uzhi lack the same organs altogether but become very resilient for it. I've not had the opportunity to examine a Zareth yet, but someday I hope for the opportunity."
He puts the handkerchief away. 
"As for patients, I tend to have all sorts, both living and dead. Having some knowledge of how the body works means I tend to work as a mortician as well when someone passes."
Alfred
*Circine listened with fascination as Victor described the various races' differences and similarities, his interest piqued at the prospect of a dual role.*
"You handle the dead as well? I can't imagine that's light on your heart..."
Jennifer
Turning to glance at a torso with the skin tones of a Mogash and the ribs, then organs exposed on one side, he pauses.
"Well, it doesn't really bother me that much," He says with a light shrug. "I suppose once death has set in, the body is just that; A body. It's empty. It isn't hurting and it won't be disturbed by what I'm doing to it. Most of my work is to comfort the living, but the dead? They don't mind much anymore."
Well, he thought that was a way to put it at least. He shrugs.
"As I said, my knowledge of bodies means I'm the one that can treat them. Make them look alive for a viewing, or keep them intact for them to stay up with them in their homes until burial."