|
Post by meh on Apr 26, 2019 15:48:36 GMT 7
The Clinic In the dregs of the greater metropolis lies a small clinic. The exterior is rundown, the lobby isn’t much better; yet a long line of patients, mostly poor folks who failed to achieve their dreams, queue in front of it. There is not much that they know of the owner, not even his face under the mask, all they know is the clinic works. They never seem to run out of medicines, even ones that should be too expensive for them to afford, and they would use it without hesitation, and even then the charge will still be affordable. There is something shady behind the clinic, but no one dares to inquire further.
|
|