The grand reception lobby of Taichu Hospital was brighter than a sunny morning on Earth.
Polished white jade tiles stretched for three hundred yards beneath vaulted crystal ceilings. The air carried the clean fragrance of fresh mountain herbs and sweet lotus dew. There was no smell of blood or rot. Sunlight poured through massive skylights, illuminating rows of comfortable green leather armchairs where recovering citizens rested.
Attendants in clean white coats walked between the seats with wooden trays. They offered cups of warm ginger tea and fresh peach pastries to arriving patients.
Lin Mo walked through the lobby beside Dr. Gu Qinghe and Su Wan.
“Chairman, the emergency crisis across the five hundred galaxies is under control,” Dr. Gu said, reviewing charts on his transparent tablet. “The pure-lotus rain cured the acute phase of the debt curse. But ordinary mortal diseases, mining injuries, and lung rot still afflict billions of people every single day.”
“We cannot just react whenever an evil ancestor throws a tantrum,” Lin Mo said, looking around the expansive hall. “We need a permanent medical shield. A universal healthcare system that covers every honest person across five hundred galaxies.”
Dr. Gu paused, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses with trembling fingers.
