A new day was dawning.  The sunrises were spectacular, at least-- air pollution can do that.  It rose behind the shining Inner City, where the locals would never go, and through the long train tubes snaking all around.

And with the sun came a desperate pounding on the door of the clinic, before Mao was even out of bed.

Mao stifled a yawn as she threw on a bathrobe and answered the door.

It was a pair of locals-- they looked like laborers of some kind, with horse ears and tails, probably hooves under their boots.  They were supporting a smaller figure, possibly a young teen.  She was having spasms... and strange growths had burst through her pants all along one leg.

"Bring her in and place her on the examining room bed. One of you tell me what happened," Mao said as she hurried, grabbing a few tools to try and figure out what the girl was suffering from.

They did so.

"She was helping us haul some barrels of waste," said one of the men.  "That's all!  There must have been a leak somewhere, but I've never heard of something like this!"

The girl's leg had broken out in growths, tearing her pants... there had been some superficial damage to her leg from the pressure on the tearing cloth, but the growths were the real problem.  They were still growing, as well, the skin turning a strange green-blue color, and the growths extending to the point where they were almost resembling short tendrils of some kind.  She was showing signs of shock, and the sudden growth had to be draining on her body's reserves in a terrible way.

Had Mao heard of something like this before and if so, what was the treatment?

(OOC: Expertise: Medicine Roll - Mao Hojo rolled 23 using 1d20+8.)

Well, that was the problem.  She hadn't... but what was happening resembled a strange, incredibly-invasive cancer unless it was some kind parasite.  She needed to do a much closer examination to figure out which.