She summoned up the courage and walked in.
"Excuse me, can I order the mechanical prosthesis now?"
There was a reception desk on the first floor lobby, and the young nurse answered gently.
"Yes, although there are generic versions available, it's best for the person to come and be measured personally, the data will be more accurate that way."
The girl's eyes dimmed for a moment.
She pondered over the money she had in her hand, unable to stop feeling a bit timid.
"Is it... expensive?"
The young nurse's expression remained gentle: "We have different versions, and if you don't consider aesthetics and special customization, the prices are relatively low. Little girl, who are you asking for? If it's for an elderly person living alone, a veteran, or someone on social benefits... they can all receive them for free."
The girl bit her lip.
She looked a bit embarrassed, and her eyes reddened.
