Arriving at the small clinic tucked behind the Royal Dragon Pavilion restaurant, Micah stepped out of the car. The morning air was cool and a faint smell of herbs drifted from nearby windows, already hinting at the traditional treatments practised inside. Micah tugged at his new jacket before turning to look at Clyde, who quietly stepped out after him.
The sign above the door was simple and old-fashioned, with faded gold lettering that read "Lin Traditional Therapy."
"Wow! If my grandfather knew there was a famous traditional clinic just this close and he had missed it all these years, he would probably flip out!" Micah mumbled to himself.
Who knew there was something like this in Isatic City?
He glanced at Clyde from the corner of his eye. Well, now he understood why this man had easily walked to that restaurant. He was a Du Pont. Their level was so far apart.
