Chapter 953: The Seeker and the Snake (please vote for the big chapter)
Outside the low-rise area, on the 'hill' piled with cement and concrete, a thinly dressed little boy watched the figure in the crowd disappear between the buildings.
At this moment, accompanied by the sound of vehicles driving, a high-end and thick black off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road with its lights turned off, but no one came out, as if it was waiting for someone.
The little boy frowned in thought, then scratched his head and turned around to continue up the hill.
But as soon as he walked up a few meters along the path that was barely stacked with cement blocks, he saw a modified car covered with rust patches approaching from a distance.
The car passed quickly by the black SUV. From the boy's perspective, under the dim street lights, he could just see the people in the car looking at the SUV parked on the side of the road before continuing forward.
The little boy continued to climb up a section, and glanced into the distance along the dark street lights. A somewhat dilapidated door with flashing lights and guarded by gun-wielding gang members appeared in his field of vision.
There are a total of four gates in the low-rise area, located in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest. The gate close to the hill is the east gate.
Although the gate is very wide, except for those transporting goods, there are not many people who normally come in and out through the gate.
People living in low-rise areas generally don't want to deal with prisoner gangs. They usually use the gap in the fence to commute to and from get off work, which is closer and easier.
And just when the boy was about to turn his eyes away from the gate, he suddenly discovered that the modified car was parked at the gate that was guarded by armed guards.
A thin-looking man opened the door and stepped out of the car, chatted with the guard at the door for a few words, and then entered the small room next to the door.
The small house near the gate of the low-rise area is where the prisoner gang guards are stationed.
Watching this scene, the boy's eyes paused slightly, but he was not surprised. The skinny man knew from his actions that he was not a serious civilian.
Those who hang out in the southern neighborhoods will be more or less connected to the Prisoner Gang.
Watching the skinny man completely enter the Prisoner Gang's station, the boy withdrew his gaze and looked at the sharp steel bars and broken cement blocks in the night ahead. He slowly stretched out his hand and continued to climb up carefully.
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In low-rise area
"No company or store is willing to hire a woman who has lost a leg,"
The woman holding a cane invited He Ao to sit on the sofa. Then with the help of her husband, she pulled out a folding chair from the corner, sat opposite He Ao, and said with some restraint,
"So I can only do some manual work at home. Dr. Kervis in the low-rise area occasionally does some medicine sorting work, and he recruits people nearby. Dr. Kervis doesn't dislike me, so I often work at
Over there, I will see more of your flyers."
At this time, a little girl had pulled out a flyer from the bedroom, and another little girl came over with a cake.
They looked at the cartoon characters on the flyer, and then at He Ao sitting on the sofa. Then they raised the flyer, compared He Ao with the cartoon characters on the flyer, and then their eyes widened slightly.
"This cartoon character of yours is really similar to you."
Seeing the actions of his daughters, the man on the side also lowered his head, took the flyer from his daughter's hand, glanced at the cartoon characters, and said with some surprise.
He handed the leaflet in his hand to He Ao.
He Ao stretched out his hand to take the flyer, looked at the cartoon image with not a deep copy of the ink, and paused for a moment, "This was drawn when my wife was still alive."
He looked down, as if recalling something, and said softly, "Her paintings are very lifelike."
"Feel sorry."
Seeing the old man's expression, the man said quickly.
"fine,"
He Ao shook his head, then turned back, looked at the woman, and asked softly, "Does Dr. Kevis have a lot of my leaflets?"
Lin En's last free clinic was several years ago. After that, he never printed such flyers again. The quality of these leaflets was also different from the printing factory that Lin En originally signed a contract with. It was obviously from the printing factory that Lin En signed the contract with.
Made by the printing workshop itself.
"Dr. Crovis made the copy,"
The woman hesitated for a moment and explained in a low voice, "He had gotten your leaflet before and found it useful to promote basic health care knowledge, so he made a lot of copies and distributed them to every patient in the low-rise area.
One serving.”
Then she paused and continued to explain, "He didn't copy your copy for himself..."
"No need to explain, that's fine,"
He Ao smiled and shook his head, "I'm glad that my flyers can help more people."
When Lin En originally printed this flyer, he published the electronic copy of the flyer directly on the Internet, which can be forwarded at will. Lin En very much hopes that his leaflet can be disseminated on a large scale.
This leaflet can be regarded as a simple summary of Lin En's many years of free medical practice experience, but this summary is not some kind of medical book, but the most basic health care knowledge.
After many years of free clinics and travels, seeing different urban landscapes and a large number of poor patients, Linn's ideas have clearly deviated from the concept of "treatment" of many medical schools in the federation.
In Linn's view, for the poor, "disease prevention" is far more important than "disease treatment".
The best treatment is to prevent the patient from getting sick.
The vast majority of people treated by Lin Enyi Clinic suffer from minor illnesses such as colds, diarrhea, and some parasitic infectious diseases. However, these minor illnesses are caused by patients who cannot afford medical expenses and cannot access a good medical environment.
It can take away a lot of people's lives.
And these minor diseases can be prevented through simple and effective methods such as daily health care and killing the pests that are the source of infection, and the incidence rate can be greatly reduced.
That's why we have this flyer.
In fact, in the travel biography written by Lynn himself, there is a special chapter that details various prevention methods, as well as some prevention experiences he gained from wilderness wanderers during his wilderness travels.
However, due to a series of events such as the death of his wife and running for mayor, I did not continue to do these tasks in depth.
Theoretically speaking, if Lin En continues on this path, he may be able to create a brand new school, leave his name in history, and be engraved in the history of the Federation.
But Linn himself knew very well that doing so would not change or save the city.
The federal medical technology is actually not bad. Most of the directors of the consortium can live to be eighty or ninety years old, and can even live to be hundreds of years old through some special means.
It’s just that these advanced medical technologies are not available to ordinary people.
Moreover, many occupational diseases cannot be 'prevented' by the patients themselves.
For example, no matter how well a miner in a mine takes care of himself, he will still suffer from lung problems and die in pain at the age of forty or fifty.
Of course, this does not mean that the path of preventive health care cannot be taken. It is still a path that can save and affect many lives.
He Ao raised his bracelet and glanced at the message on the bracelet. It was what Senna had just sent to him. Senna was already outside the broken fence where he came in. However, He Ao did not let him in, but asked him to park the car.
to the roadside.
He withdrew his eyes from the bracelet and looked down at the flyer in his hand. After a brief thought, he raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him, "It sounds like your Dr. Kervis is a very good person?"
"Yes,"
The woman nodded quickly,
"He is a very nice person. Every time he hires people, he tries to choose people who are in difficulty. His medicine and medical expenses are also the lowest in the entire low-rise area. When he meets someone who can't afford medicine at all, he will even give them credit without interest."
"In low-rise neighborhoods, such credit accounts are basically non-refundable. Some debtors may have owed money one day and were killed on the street the next day."
The man on the side also said softly, "There are also those who can't get out any money. These people carry a lot of loans and can't get out a penny at all. These 'credit accounts' basically promise that they don't need any money."
"
"Can I see this Dr. Kvis?"
He Ao raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged couple in front of him, and slowly asked.
"Of course, of course,"
The woman quickly picked up the crutches next to her and said, "Dr. Kvis will be very happy to know that you are here. His clinic is nearby. I will take you there."
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Outside the low-rise block
Overcoming the cement blocks blocking the road, the boy finally climbed to the top of the 'hill'.
Here is a whole "cement platform". At this moment, the platform is still a little wet, part of the cement has cracked, and most areas of the platform are covered with a thin layer of soil.
Some scattered green weeds grew out of the gaps in the platform and on the shallow soil, their fragile vitality swaying in the cool evening breeze.
The boy stood on the platform, stretched out, looked at the road ahead, and subconsciously turned back to look in the direction of the gate below.
At the end of his field of vision, under the light in the distance, the thin man who originally walked into the Prisoner Gang's station slowly walked out of the station.
Next to this skinny man, there was a strong figure holding a cigarette and wearing black short-sleeves.
The skinny man seemed to be telling something flatteringly to the short-sleeved man, but the short-sleeved man just followed the skinny man forward with a calm expression, and whispered something back from time to time.
The two continued to walk forward for a while, but before they got very far, the short-sleeved man raised his head and seemed to see something. His expression changed, and then he whispered something to the skinny man.
Immediately, the two turned back and returned to the prisoner gang's station again.
The boy took in everything that happened. His eyes followed the line of sight of the man in black short-sleeves. The cement block on the side slightly blocked his line of sight, preventing him from seeing what was behind.
But he had already roughly guessed what the man in black short-sleeved shirts had seen.
That black off-road vehicle.
The boy glanced at the road ahead again and hesitated. This time, he did not continue forward, but stopped on the platform and watched the movement below.
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Low-rise district Dongdaemun
"Boss Red Claw, you must believe me,"
The skinny man stood next to the strong man in black short-sleeves and explained quickly while moving forward,
"The old man and I were waiting for the bus together. He was escorted by an off-road vehicle that seemed to be worth a lot. They must be rich people from St. Yilan. There were only two of them, one old man and one who looked inexperienced.
What kind of bodyguards are you? If you kidnap them, you will definitely make a lot of money."
"A big shot from St. Ilan only brought a young inexperienced boy with him. He drove a car that looked like it was worth a lot of money and ran into the southern neighborhood without any precautions."
The man in black short-sleeves held a cigarette in his mouth and walked forward slowly, bright sparks rising and falling in the darkness, "That big shot is still squeezing the bus with you? Is there something wrong with your brain, or is there something wrong with my brain?"
"Boss Red Claw, you must believe me, I have seen it with my own eyes,"
The skinny man's eyes widened, "That old man is an expert and can easily throw me to the ground. He may be confident in his skills, so he dares to go deep into the southern neighborhood."
"Oh, every year there are dozens, if not hundreds, of stupid boys who think they have the skills to break into the southern neighborhoods, but no one collects the bodies. But those are young boys who like to rush around when their brains get hot."
The man in black short-sleeves chuckled, "You mean, a stupid old man came this time? Do you think I will believe it?"
"Boss Red Claw, there are all kinds of people in this world. It's not like you don't know that those gentlemen in St. Yilan District are used to rich clothes and food. They think that everywhere is as safe as St. Yilan. It's normal for their brains to not react."
The skinny man said quickly, "And you are now a big shot in the Prisoners' Gang. All your subordinates will listen to you. If you can do this job and make a lot of money for the gang, maybe you will be promoted step by step and go further.
"
"It seems you really want to kill that old man."
The man in black short sleeves glanced at the skinny man and sneered.
"The old man really made me look embarrassed in public,"
The skinny man trembled and quickly explained, "But this is indeed a good deal. I couldn't afford it myself, so I came to see Boss Red Claw.
"Even if you don't want to offend the people from St. Yilan, we can secretly tie them up, kill them, share their money and sell their things, and we can make a lot of money. Then I can follow Red Claw
It would be great if the boss has a sip of soup."
"You are quite honest, kid."
The man in black short-sleeves took off the cigarette butt, continued forward, and exhaled a puff of smoke, "Don't say that I am a big shot in the prisoner gang from now on. I am just a pawn running errands for the real big shot."
"No one in this southern neighborhood knows your reputation as the boss of Red Claw. You are just being humble."
The skinny man said quickly.
"Let's go and see the car you mentioned the old man had with him."
The man in black short sleeves held a cigarette in his mouth and continued.
The skinny man looked happy and nodded quickly, "The car is right in front. It's an off-road vehicle. The old man should be near the low-rise area. The young chick is driving the car and is parked at the door of the broken fence waiting for him."
"oh."
The man in black short sleeves raised his head and looked forward.
Under the pitch-black night, a heavy black off-road vehicle loomed in the darkness.
The moment he saw this off-road vehicle, the man in black short-sleeves changed his expression and directly stretched out his hand to press the skinny man's shoulder. His voice was cold and he said, "Stop talking, turn around, act like nothing happened, and go back."
The skinny man with a happy face originally had a stunned expression, but before he could say anything, the man in black short-sleeves pressed his shoulders and turned him around.
The two walked forward side by side, without the atmosphere of chatting when they came, and the whole journey was silent. It was not until they returned to the gate of Dongdaemun Station that the man in black short-sleeves released his hand on the skinny man's shoulder.
"Boss Red Claw, this is..."
The skinny man raised his head, and just as he was about to ask a question, a huge slap hit his cheek.
With a 'bang--' sound, his figure was blown out and hit the wall.
He opened his mouth, but before he spoke, a man in black short-sleeves came over and kicked him in the stomach again, "Damn it, I can help you sell it without eyes. It's a military car.
Do you really want me to die?"
The skinny man curled up and spat out a mouthful of blood. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but all he saw was the back of the man in black short sleeves rushing into the station.
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Of course, at this time, the black short-sleeved man had no time to take care of this anymore.
He rushed into the station, passed through three or four rooms in a row, and then went down a staircase and entered a deep basement.
Slender figures were sitting in the darkness on both sides of the basement, looking up at him without saying a word.
There were clear sounds of grinding teeth in the darkness.
The man in black short-sleeves paused and his movements slowed down unnaturally, but he still quickly reached the end of the basement.
There, stood a dark iron door.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and knocked on the iron door.
