A run-down building looks recently renovated, with a sign reading "Medic," but also symbols of a red cross and a serpent on a staff for the less-literate.  A barber pole of actual bloody bandages further advertises the services offered inside.  However, one standing outside would hear a woman's laughter and the groan of a few men.  Inside is a woman and three men playing a card game around a table.  On the table is a pile of money, credits, drugs, and even some clothes, as the men seem to have lost a lot.  The woman is still mostly dressed in a skirt and lab coat, but only a bra underneath.  She laughs as she lays down her hand, having won another round.<br/><br/>"Sank you for der money, drugs, und clothes, gentlemen.  You haff provided a service to the town in keeping the hospital open und running."<br/><br/>The doctor has cropped blue hair with a few long tendrils, glasses, and her black bra holds back a large bust as she laughs.  Her accent is striking, more foreign and educated than any country hick dialect.  The men grumble and take what little they have left of their clothes and dignity to leave.