"Ah. Ah. Pain. Pain." Ivy fainted right in front of the reception of the Good City Clinic. The clinic was not as small as a clinic would normally be, but it was not as big as a hospital too. Based on one's judgment, it could be called more of a hospital than a small clinic.
Ivy had dressed up as a poor, old woman. Her shirt was a little worn out at the sides, while her skirt looked like it belonged to her grandmother's grandmother.
The people near the clinic immediately surrounded her and one of them called the nurse. The nurse looked at the old woman. Her wrinkled face was pale and she was clutching her stomach. She was skeptical to bring her inside the hospital to treat her. The woman looked too poor to be able to pay the medical bills. Yet the next moment, she called the attendee to get the stretcher. There were many people around. If the old woman was not given immediate treatment, then that would have a bad impact on the hospital.
