Calia said nothing. She packed the bottle and some medicine into her backpack, then led the little girl out of the clinic without a backward glance, ignoring the pleas of the patients behind her.
Soon, those pleas turned into curses.
A few patients who could still move left the clinic and began loudly proclaiming what had just happened on the street.
In less than half an hour, the news that a doctor at the Nameless Clinic had cured a patient with Crystal Disease spread through the city as if it had grown wings.
Gang members who got word of the news swarmed into the Nameless Clinic, turned the place upside down, and looted everything of value, including all the medicine.
A gang member whose arm was sprouting crystals walked over to a critically ill patient's bedside and kicked the leg of the metal bed frame. "Hey, I hear there's a doctor here who can cure Crystal Disease. Is that true or not?"
