"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?"
It was a small clinic, barely the size of a studio. There, in the middle of the dully painted room was a huge desk, longer and wider than an one-person desk Xiajun had ever seen, though only one side of it was covered with red-marked documents, the other side untouched. Under the desk was a washed out rug, its colors faded, indicating it must have been beautiful in its prime before years and years of use. A black water dispenser with a dusty blue bottle attached on the top was set in a corner, and by the looks of it it hadn't been in use for a while. The only window in the room which was grilled up was set high on the farthest wall, only a sharp glimmer of light obscured partially by the straight grills shone through on the ceiling.
A lone lightbulb hung from the tall ceiling, though it wasn't on, causing the room to look even smaller and poorly illuminated.
