636 Doctor Sun (1/2)

It was an old clinic that sat at the corner of the arena, the ghetto known for its dirtiness and chaos.

When Zhao Baodong walked into the ghetto, he clearly sensed the atmosphere was drastically different compared to other parts of the arena.

People were dressed poorly and had old, broken shirts and trousers hanging on drying lines above the alley, which made the sunlight-less alley appear even darker.

Along the way, he put his hand in his right pocket and held onto the pistol.

He could sense the unfriendly and even malicious looks from the refugees nearby. It felt like they were thieves assessing their prey.

Clearly, this was the land of outlaws.

Compared to Sixth Street, this place was sh*t.

Zhao Baodong cursed in his mind while stepping into the clinic.

A robot was taking reservations at the door. While he was interested in the robot's design, after hesitating for a moment, he resisted the urge to touch it.

”Number 10, please wait in the waiting area.”

A sharp electronic screeching noise came from below the metallic exterior, followed by the sound of paper being ripped. A slip of paper with a number popped out from the robot's mouth. Zhao Baodong took the paper and scanned the clinic before he walked to the waiting area and sat on a long bench.

There were quite a few people in the waiting area, with the majority of them looking poor. Empire had a lot of people; it also had a lot of poor people. Doctor Sun's clinic charged low fees, so the clients were mostly poor or stingy lone travelers. Because of this, the clinic had a great reputation in the ghetto of the capital; it didn't take Zhao Baodong too much effort to find the place.

With this opportunity, he examined the customers in the clinic.

There were humans, mutated humans, and odd people covered in capes refusing to show their faces.

The green-skinned giant in front took up two seats. He crossed his arms while waiting in frustration. His amber-colored eyes resembled a Death Claw, but he wasn't as visibly vicious as a Death Claw.

The mutated human noticed Zhao Baodong's gaze and stared back at him.

Zhao Baodong looked away.

In Empire, anyone disrespectful to mutated humans would be at risk of getting punished. They referred to this as ”equality,” although everyone, including most of their own, considered it absurd.

There was no need to create a scene here, and the mutated humans wouldn't be around much longer.

With that thought in his head, his turned his gaze to the clock.

”Number 10.”

Finally, he heard his name from inside the room.

Zhao Baodong stood up and headed to the room.

When he saw Director Sun, he was shocked.

Just as the information described him, the doctor working in this clinic for ten years still looked twenty years old.

”What's the problem?” Without looking up, Doctor Sun spun his pen and asked.

”Addicted to Jet.”

”Arm.”

Zhao Baodong obediently extended his arm while he scanned the room.

”No need to look; there's nothing expensive here,” Doctor Sun said without looking up.

Zhao Baodong was shocked that the doctor noticed his gaze without looking up.

”You're mistaken. I'm not here to steal.” Zhao Baodong laughed awkwardly.

Doctor Sun's hand holding a detector stopped. His finally lifted his buried head, and his apathetic eyes looked at Zhao Baodong.

”Is that so? I'd hope you're here to steal and not here with some other purpose.”

Zhao Baodong didn't respond. He pointed the detector at his pulse before stats came up on the screen.

”Jet addiction is recent?”