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.
Yes, I know there is Chinese in this. It's not a mistake. It's not a translation error, since I am Canadian. It's all part of the scene, because she doesn't understand it, and neither do we. If you want to know what they are saying, google translate it.