The first memories were scary enough, though the second was a lot better than the first one. The first one had terrified her completely. The second one had brought her a sense of composure, helping her recover from the last one. This one? She couldn't quite understand everything that was happening. She'd managed to make it back to her bed, and had curled up beneath the covers to stare at the wall blankly. Her eyes were wide open, though she wasn't aware of what was happening around her at all.
She felt the hand on her shoulder as if it had touched her own, and everything went pure white in her vision. What was this? Some kind of healer? Healing techniques existed in China, some more effective than others. The most popular for pain was placing heat into a tiny glass jar, and putting that over your skin. Then the healers would let it rest for an hour or so over the spot that had the most pain, and the pain would disappear. But this? She agreed with the disbelief that the other person felt. This was ridiculous. There was no way that this was real, that this happened.
Mingmei let her gaze meet that of the old man in the suit, and her eyes narrowed in disbelief, though she was curious, as well. Just what did this man think he could do? Or did he do anything at all?