"What’s the guest officer’s order?" The proprietress’s eyes lit up when she saw me. To be exact, she lit up when she saw my heavy package.
"Where does this woman live on weekdays?" I stretched out my hand and pointed to the woman lying on the stretcher. This woman is no different from a vegetable. Usually, even if she doesn’t need to eat or urinate, someone has to look after her. "She’s a woman with a hemp pole, and she lives …