Doesn't Matter If We Can't Find Anything-The Districts Have Only Been Split for a Short Time, and There Are Living Witnesses

It didn't matter if they couldn't find anything. The districts hadn't been split for long, and there were living witnesses.

Xu Huo caught a ride out and found an underground clinic far from the city center.

Medical care at East District hospitals wasn't expensive, so ordinary people didn't need this kind of alternative. The clinic catered to people who couldn't conveniently go to a hospital to have their wounds treated.

Behind a curtain, an elderly Doctor had just finished washing his hands. When he turned around and saw the person sitting behind him, he jumped, then quickly composed himself. "Can you Players stop appearing out of nowhere? You could've knocked, even in broad daylight."

Xu Huo casually drew the curtain shut, concealing the knife-wound patient inside, who hadn't yet come around from the anesthetic. "Don't be nervous, old gentleman. I just wanted to ask you a few questions."

The Doctor seemed used to this. He sat down and picked up his register, muttering to himself as he wrote. "I'm getting old. My memory's going. I can't even remember what we're out of anesthetic for. I told them I was done and they should find someone else to help, but they just won't listen..."

After the Doctor finished speaking, Xu Huo waited until he'd recorded the missing medication before asking, "Why is the city government restricting the number of newborns?"

The Doctor's hand paused. He looked up at Xu Huo and stared at him. After a moment, he said, "Why else? They don't need that many people, of course."

Xu Huo understood. So it was true: the city government was secretly limiting population growth, and it wasn't as if nobody knew.

"Are there enough Players in East District?"

"They probably think they have enough." The Doctor was vague. He stretched his