As they were speaking, a team came over, all women, over thirty years old, with dark faces, short hair, wrapped in cloth around their lower bodies, wearing poor-quality floral T-shirts on top, carrying baskets on their heads filled with clothes, food, and some brought hot water over. At Bar's command, they split into two groups and delivered various supplies into the room, everyone silently watching this scene and sighing with relief.
Some bold elderly people and children curiously gathered around, pointing and arousing everyone's curiosity. Suddenly, Zhang Hao lowered his voice and said to Luo Zheng, "The elderly here have cataracts, probably caused by partial nutritional deficiencies. It's fatal for them, but for us, it's a minor surgery that might become our bargaining chip in negotiations."
"Oh? How sure are we?" Luo Zheng asked in delight.
"No problem at all," Zhang Hao confidently replied.
