"Can we help you?" Chu Miao asked through the palm-sized hole in the door. Even though she could 'see' everything on the other side of the door, the people there weren't the same. They could only see her face.
"Miss, is there a doctor among you? Could you please look at my son, he has a high fever that won't go down. There are soldiers on this floor and I heard that soldiers mostly treat themselves while on missions.
So, they must know what to do. I can go to the hospital and regular fever-reducing medicine doesn't seem to work. Could you please ask them for help?
I can pay whatever amount of money, as long as they look at my son. I'll give you all the money I have." The young woman kept talking in a begging tone while tears streamed down her face.
She was about to open the door and take a look at the child when suddenly a discordant voice was heard.
