Indescribable cyberpunk

"When taking medicine, remember to follow the instructions on the medicine box, and be sure to take it on an empty stomach. If the condition worsens, don't hold back, and seek follow-up consultation as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

Holding a microphone-like testing instrument in his hand, Zhu Jue operated the computer and entered the drug name and dosage into the medical card.

After seeing off another patient, Zhu Jue stretched his body and looked at the situation outside through the transparent glass on the side of the office door. Occasionally, a nurse pushed a trolley through the empty corridor.

Today is the day of trial operation of the clinic. The number of patients is not as many as expected. After waiting all morning, there are only about 10 people.

Nearly half of them came to check their physical condition, and the rest were just for common minor problems.

Even the professional instruments in the clinic are not available.

Just scan it with a smart detector and dispense medicine according to the symptoms displayed on the computer.

In fact, with modern medical technology, there are not many diseases that need to be seen in the clinic. Some injuries caused by bumps can be treated with therapeutic spray, not to mention colds and fevers.

"This is a normal situation. After all, it is just a trial opening. We have not prepared for the opening ceremony. The weather conditions are as bad as ever. People in nearby neighborhoods may think that our place is still closed."

As Donald's personal assistant, Suzi would naturally not go anywhere else. A wooden table that was half the size in front of Zhu Jue was her office.

Of course, most of her work consists of telling Zhu Jue how to inquire about the condition and examine patients through headphones.

Zhu Jue nodded noncommittally. He did not recommend that the clinic have fewer patients. He was not here to be a doctor. It would be a headache if it was really full.

It's just that it's too idle and boring.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, Zhu Jue leaned against the bench and picked up the wind chime and spun it around for more than a dozen times, but he still didn't meet the next patient.

Then a feeling of boredom quickly crept up on his brows, and then his eyes turned to Su Zi, staring at her fiercely. It wasn't until the latter cast a doubtful look that Zhu Jue lowered his head and typed information into his phone: "Filin Prada, the reporter's daughter, yesterday. He sent me a message late at night asking to meet me.”

The sound insulation effect of this office is very average, and normal decibel sound will be heard outside. This has been tested before. It may be effective to lower the sound, but doing so is too sneaky, and it is more likely to attract other people's attention.

"Does she have the information left by Glintis?"

Suzi didn't even move her hands, she didn't need her phone, she just blinked, and the screen of Zhujue's phone was filled with large push text.

"I don't know. I tried asking, but she just said that things like this on the Internet can be easily detected, and asked for face-to-face communication. I thought it made sense, so I agreed to her invitation."

No clues should be given up at the moment, and it wouldn't take much time to meet Felin Prada once, so Zhu Jue had no reason to refuse.

"time and location?"

"Ten o'clock tonight, Community No. 28, Arena."

Open the memo on your phone and make sure you remember it correctly.

"The name of a nightclub in the Arena? How could it be chosen in a place like this? There is no confidentiality at all."

Suzi thought that this kind of private meeting should always find a secluded place, such as a private room in a restaurant or a quiet room in a cafe.

"No, that place is a real arena!"

At first, Zhu Jue thought that the arena mentioned by Felin Prada was a nickname used by a certain nightclub to attract customers, but he was shocked when he checked the community map of Qianfan City later.

I have to say, no matter what era or where we live.

Human entertainment activities will never be cut off.

High-level people have their own way of playing, such as fine wine, delicious food, green and beautiful women, or golf courses and hot spring pools built a hundred meters above the ground.

Lower-class communities also have the power to entertain.

For these people who live at the bottom, are engaged in busy jobs, and shoulder the burden of life all day long, delicious food or the ambiguous red lights in some streets and alleys can no longer satisfy their eagerness to vent their desires.

There is only one choice.

The most primitive bloody desire of mankind!

The arena in Community No. 28 is the place that best satisfies them!

Let’s talk about Community No. 28 first. Unlike other living communities, this area is like Westbrook to Dawn City for the entire downtown area. It can be said that most people with a little spare money in their pockets must go there for leisure. The place.

It is full of various entertainment venues, casinos, Nightingale Court, underground fighting arenas, pubs, and nightclubs.

It can be said that it is the concentrated expression of human desires, and countless people live and die in it every day.

It's just that compared to the drunken life and dream death in the uptown area that purely represent enjoyment, there are not many people here who are drunk and die. People who die in their dreams can be seen everywhere.

The Arena is undoubtedly one of the few top places in the entire No. 28 community.

There is no alias for this place. This is the only name for this place. Because of this, all places with underground fighting properties in Community No. 28 can only be called underground arenas and the like, and cannot be suffixed with gladiatorial arena.

Unlike an ordinary underground boxing ring, the rules of the arena are extremely loose, and there are no fixed candidates for the fighting parties.

In fact, most of the time the two parties fighting in the arena cannot be called "human beings".

"Why choose a place like that?"

Suzi asked with some confusion after checking the information.

It didn't seem to her like a place to talk about things.

"God knows why Filin Prada chose to go there. I'll tell you later. Anyway, it's the same to me wherever I go."

Since Zhu Jue nodded at the place chosen by the other party, it was naturally impossible for him to call and regret it now.

After all, Zhu Jue focused on the content of the conversation, not the location.

Dong Dong~

There was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

Suzi stopped searching for information about the arena and spoke out.

"Mr. Hannibal, there are special patients. I think you should come and take a look."

The girl with a long burgundy ponytail stood at the door and said.

Zhu Jue remembered the name of this pretty girl, Lin Godot.

Both her surname and her one-letter name are rare.

"Special patients, what aspects?"

The so-called special patients are a special term here, specifically referring to patients with sensitive identities or weird symptoms. Generally speaking, they are more difficult to deal with, so Lin came to ask Zhu Jue about the situation first. The opinion of this boss.

After walking out of the office, Zhu Jue immediately saw the patient lying on a stretcher in the hall.

A young man.

To be precise, he was a young man with black spots all over his body and a pale face!