As Kary disembarked the plane, she quickly found the small medical transport vehicle, which had been waiting for them at the hangar.
Two Chinese men were waiting outside of it, one of them seemingly in his advanced forties, a cigarette in his mouth, while the younger one, who couldn't be older than twenty-five, was glancing to his left with curious looks.
When Kary followed his gaze, she saw what he was looking at and frowned.
"If one of them is Rì-Chū, then who is the other one?" she mumbled to herself.
She hurried towards the medical transport, her steps quick and purposeful, and bowed to them a bit, breaking out her sloppy Chinese greeting.
"Nĩ hão. Does either of you speak English? My Chinese doesn't go much further than a greeting and thank you…" she asked, her face pleading.
The two men looked at her in confusion, clearly not understanding her words.
The younger one stepped forward.
