Here is the allegory:
After office today, I was coming back searching for a hospital which could provide relief to me from the suppurating infection in my leg. I had been walking a lot in search as a result of which the wound had become worse. I did find one hospital, but owing to absence of doctor, the emergency staff asked me to come the next day. I beseeched if they could do anything, telling them that it was imperative that some dressing was done at least, but I guess they had their own reasons. Then, I walked all the way again back to home halting at one place to have food. After gaining energy, I went to a local chemist shop. There was the protagonist, I asked her if she knew any hospital nearby. I do not remember exactly, what she had replied. Immediately after replying, she asked me what had happened. I told her, that I needed to get the pus extracted to get me relieved as soon as possible. She gave me a chair to sit. Kindness. I had already started to feel better. She said, she would do the needful and get it cleaned. After finishing off with two customers, she came to me and asked me to show it. I showed the lesion to her. She told that it was still in its incipient state and meddling might exacerbate the wound. I conceded. But, she said, she will do the dressing. Kindness. Kindly pay attention that it is a local chemist shop.