"Well, that's fucked," Kovacs says, taking in the port and then settling his eyes back on Miller. He hadn't been under the impression that this space station was some kind of magic cure all for injury and disease but it was kind shitty to bring him here without any kind of fucking doctor for him to see.

"How do you deal with something like that here?" Kovacs asks him. "It's not like you can stop by the hospital for treatment."

Since there was none.