One afternoon a few years ago, I made great efforts to find this clinic that had mixed reviews based on the descriptions of some people.
The dark clouds that had brought a downpour were still gathering over the shabby streets. I grabbed the pink umbrella in my hand, stood on tiptoe, avoided the puddles on the ground and the cracks in the stone bricks, passed through countless unclear signboards, and finally stopped in front of the most eye-catching door in the deepest part of the street.
It is indeed easy to find but also difficult to find. I thought so and opened the glass door.
Occasional essays. Record some thoughts.
Poor writing?
The description is blunt?
Speech disorder?
Purpose: To save a terminally ill person