Chapter 635 (1/2)

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It was a dilapidated clinic in the corner of the stadium, a notorious ghetto in the imperial capital.

As soon as he entered the cave, Zhao Dongbao noticed that the atmosphere here was obviously different from that of other places.

People were dressed in rags, and their worn-out shirts and trousers hung askew on the clothesline above the alley, so that the alley, which had not much sunshine, was more shadowy.

Along the way, his right hand has been in his pocket, half a moment away from the handle of the pistol.

He could clearly feel the hostile gaze of decadent refugees around him, as if a thief were measuring his prey's purse.

Obviously, this is a place outside the law.

Compared to the sixth block, it's a shitty place.

Zhao Dongbao scolded in his heart and stepped into the clinic.

In charge of registration at the door is a ball robot. Although he was a little interested in the robot's workmanship, after a moment's hesitation, he finally restrained his impulse to reach out and fiddle with it.

”No. 10, please wait in the rest area.”

The harsh metal friction sound floated from under the metal shell. With the sound of tearing paper, a piece of paper with a number was spit out from the mechanical mouth. Zhao Dongbao took the note, looked around in the clinic, then went to the rest area and sat on the bench waiting.

There were many people sitting in the rest area, most of them in rags. There are many empires and many poor people. Dr. Sun's clinic is very cheap, so the customers here are mostly poor people and some stingy loners. But it is for this reason that the clinic has a good reputation in the slums of the capital. Zhao Dongbao didn't take much effort to find it.

In the gap of waiting, he secretly looked at the guests in the clinic.

There are humans, there are mutants, and there are weirdos who don't want to show their faces in their cloaks.

The big green man sitting in the front row occupied two seats, holding his arms and waiting impatiently. His small amber eyes were really like dead claws. But the ferocity was not as explicit as dead claws.

Aware of Zhao Dongbao's tentative vision, the mutant immediately glared at him.

Zhao Dongbao quietly moved his eyes.

Within the territory of the Empire, there was a risk of being punished for any disrespect to mutants. They call it ”equality,” though it seems absurd to most people, including themselves.

There's no need to make a fuss here, and these mutants won't be long.

Thinking so, he turned his eyes to the clock.

”No. 10.”

Finally. His name was called in the clinic.

Zhao Dongbao got up and walked in the direction of the clinic.

When he saw Dr. Sun, he was surprised.

As expected, the doctor who has worked in this clinic for ten years is still in his twenties.

”Where does it hurt?” Turning the pen skillfully, Dr. Sun asked without raising his head.

”Jet is addicted.”

”Arm.”

Zhao Dongbao stretched out his arm very honestly. She swept around the clinic with her eyes still.

”Don't look. There's nothing valuable.” Dr. Sun said without raising his head.

Zhao Dongbao secretly surprised, the doctor also did not lift his head, he noticed his line of sight.

”You are mistaken. I'm not here to steal.” Zhao Dongbao said with an embarrassed smile.

Dr. Sun stopped holding the hand of the detector. His buried head finally raised. His indifferent ears and eyes looked at Zhao Dongbao.

”Is it? I wish you were here to steal, not for any other purpose

Zhao Dongbao did not speak. Dr. Sun aimed the detector at his pulse. Soon, a set of parameters was obtained on the screen.

”Is Jeter addicted recently?”

”Yes.”