It was a dilapidated clinic located in the corner of the stadium. It was the commoner ghetto in the capital known for being dirty and messy.
As soon as he entered the ghetto, Zhao Baodong clearly noticed the difference in the atmosphere compared to other places.
People were dressed in rags. Tattered shirts and pants hung on the clothesline above the alley. It made the alley that didn't have much sunlight to shine into appear even more shadowy.
Along the way, his right hand was in his pocket and never left the handle of the pistol.
He could clearly feel the malicious gazes of the dispirited refugees around him, as if they were thieves measuring the purse of their prey.
It was clear that this was a lawless place.
Compared to the Sixth Street, this place was a pile of sh * t.
Zhao Baodong cursed in his mind as he stepped into the clinic.
A ball-shaped robot was responsible for registration at the door. Although he was interested in the workmanship of the robot, after hesitating for a moment, he resisted the urge to touch it.
"Number 10, please wait in the resting area."
The piercing sound of metal grinding floated from the metal shell. Along with the sound of paper being torn, a piece of paper with a number was spat out from the mouth of the robot. Zhao Baodong took the paper and looked around the clinic. He then walked to the resting area and sat on the bench to wait.
There were a lot of people sitting in the resting area. Most of them were dressed in rags. There were a lot of people in Empire, but there were also a lot of poor people. Doctor Sun's clinic was very cheap, so most of the customers here were poor people and stingy lone travelers. But because of this, this clinic had a good reputation in the ghetto of the capital. Zhao Baodong didn't spend much effort to find this place.
While waiting, he sneaked a few glances at the customers in the clinic.
There were humans, mutated humans, and strange people in cloaks who didn't want to show their faces.
The green-skinned bloke in the front took up two seats. He crossed his arms and waited impatiently. His amber eyes were similar to the Death Claw, but the ferocity was not as blatant as the Death Claw.
Sensing Zhao Baodong's probing gaze, the mutated human immediately glared at him.
Zhao Baodong looked away without batting an eyelid.
In Empire's territory, the slightest disrespect to the mutated humans carried the risk of being punished. They called it "equality," though to most people, including themselves, it seemed absurd.
There was no need to complicate matters here, and these Mutated Humans would not be able to cause trouble for long.
With that in mind, he looked at the clock.
"Number 10."
Finally, his name was called in the clinic.
Zhao Baodong got up and walked toward the consulting room.
When he saw Doctor Sun, he could not help but be secretly surprised.
Just as the information stated, this doctor who had worked in this clinic for ten years still looked like he was in his twenties.
"Where does it hurt?" Doctor Sun skillfully twirled his pen and asked without raising his head.
"Jet addiction."
"Arm."
Zhao Baodong obediently extended his arm and scanned the clinic without batting an eyelid.
"There's no need to look. There's nothing valuable." Dr. Sun said without raising his head.
Zhao Baodong was shocked. The doctor didn't even raise his head to sense his probing gaze.
"You're mistaken. I'm not here to steal." Zhao Baodong smiled awkwardly.
Doctor Sun's hand holding the detector stopped. He finally raised his head and looked at Zhao Baodong with his emotionless ears.
"Is that so? I hope you're here to steal and not for any other purpose. "
Zhao Baodong didn't respond. Doctor Sun aimed the detector at his pulse and a set of parameters appeared on the screen.
"Jet addiction is recent?"
"Yes."
"To see me, you don't need to purposely take drugs. Drugs are scarce on the wasteland. Even if your employer is rich, it's shameful to waste money. "Doctor Sun threw the notebook aside." Then, please state your purpose. "
Seeing that he was exposed, Zhao Baodong sighed helplessly. "Are you not going to prescribe me medicine first?"
She unceremoniously threw a pack of cigarettes into his arms.
Zhao Baodong flipped over the label and looked at the price. His eyebrows twitched.
It was priced at 200 crystals.
[Damn, he immediately prescribed me the most expensive medicine.]
"Go ahead," Doctor Sun said expressionlessly.
"I was asked by someone to come with me to a place." Zhao Baodong tried to make his words sound less suspicious, but he realized that no matter what tone he used, it was no different than a kidnapping declaration.
"What if I say no?"
Zhao Baodong cautiously scanned the door. After making sure no one was eavesdropping, he said calmly.
"I'm doing this for your own good. Whether you believe it or not, this place is about to be destroyed. "
Doctor Sun was silent for a long time before he asked.
"Then tell me why your employer wants to see me."
"Our leader suspects you are a digitalized human … Of course, that doesn't mean we will harm you. We just need to confirm your program- "
Before Zhao Baodong finished, Doctor Sun burst out laughing.
Zhao Baodong shrugged. He didn't mind his rude laughter as he looked at Doctor Sun with a questioning gaze.
Leave? Or not?
"Is that what your leader told you? Not bad, using digitalized human as a disguise can cover- "
"Please don't continue," Zhao Baodong said immediately.
"Afraid of knowing too much?" Sun Yi glanced at the nervous visitor as he grinned. The face that didn't look old had the maturity of an elder.
"That's right," Zhao Baodong said honestly.
If Jiang Chen didn't tell him the details, it meant that with his identity, he shouldn't know. If he knew something he shouldn't know, it wouldn't be beneficial for an insignificant person like him.
Doctor Sun didn't make it difficult for him as he shook his head. He paused for a moment before he slowly said.
"I can go with you."
Zhao Baodong let out a sigh of relief as he immediately said, "Then please."
"But not now."
Zhao Baodong's expression froze as he said with difficulty.
"Why?"
It was difficult to forcibly take someone out of the capital.
Even if this was the ghetto, outside of the capital's laws, outside of the ghetto was a street patrolled by guards. Even if he was skilled, it was not an easy task to bring a living person out of the heavily guarded city.
"In the past ten years, I saved a lot of people. And out of ten people, nine of them suffered gunshot wounds, "Doctor Sun said calmly.
"To be honest, your leader … or the treasure that any person in power yearns for, I'm almost done researching it."
"My original plan was to make this secret public and let everyone equally share the wealth exchanged with the blood of a small number of people. The wasteland will be able to quickly recover the population before the war. With the combined efforts of humans, the wasteland will be more beautiful, more united, and more prosperous than before the war … Together, we'll move towards an amazing future. "
"But when I woke up and walked out of the abandoned fallout shelter, I suddenly changed my mind. Not because of the despairing wasteland, but because of something even more despairing. "
Zhao Baodong was curious about the secret in his mouth, but his dry throat prevented him from asking.
"You plan to attack here, right?" Doctor Sun looked at Zhao Baodong expressionlessly. "Then let me see, against the city that provides shelter for tens of thousands of people, if your leader has the qualities worthy of the secret in my hands."
"If not, I'm prepared to take the secret to my grave."
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