-The plant-

  "Maybe I can help you," you murmur and carefully take a plant out of your backpack, its buds about to open. The woman opens her eyes. "You have it?" she literally screams at you. A smile forms on her lips, as if the sick woman has learned a new language. "Then go through that door," she points to a door in the corner that you had overlooked until now, "and come back as soon as you have harvested the fruit."

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  - Go through the door in section 224.