Ren Zhong was sprinting on the treadmill while scanning the stock market projections with his naked eye.
His wrist watch suddenly vibrated.
Ren Zhong stopped his movements, connected the call, spoke for a few seconds, then ended the communication and changed into a specially prepared cloak outfit.
He pulled down the hood, hiding his face in darkness, dressed like the protagonist of Assassin’s Creed, and quietly slipped out of the villa gate, heading straight for the town’s edge.
Over ten minutes later, Ren Zhong’s figure appeared at the maintenance opening of the automatic machine gun tower on top of the high wall.
Ma Xiaoling stood next to him with arms crossed.
Below the high wall, eight white trucks emblazoned with the words Mengdu Group stood side by side on the road outside the town gate.
In the distant sky, a large Floating Device shaped like an island hovered mid-air.
The Buy-Life cars of Mengdu Group’s Liao Yuan branch office had just visited yesterday.
These eight trucks came not from Liao Yuan County, but from the headquarters of Mengdu Group.
A dozen or so staff members dressed in white chemical suits stood beside a portal-like object.
The long queue stretched from this portal all the way into the town, at least a kilometer long.
The people in line were of all ages and genders.
Their faces showed expressions of anticipation mingled with nervousness as they passed through the portal under the guidance of the staff.
Once through the portal, the crowd split into two, with most hanging their heads low as they returned to the town, while a few boarded the trucks with a blend of excitement and confusion.
Some people waved goodbye to family members waiting in the distance before getting on the truck.
Others who had no family got on without looking back.
Ren Zhong asked, "What are they doing?"
Ma Xiaoling replied, "Mengdu Group is recruiting volunteers externally."
"For now, they’re still alive."
"No wonder there’s not only elderly participating. How much are they paid? How many spots?"
"A hundred points per person, five hundred spots."
"That’s quite generous, much more than the usual Buy-Life car."
Ma Xiaoling shook her head, "Generous? Perhaps."
"Maybe some young people see this as an opportunity to change their destiny. Look, some are even disappointed at being rejected."
Just then, a slight commotion arose within the crowd, but it quickly settled down again.
A dozen Black Armored Soldiers wearing lightweight exoskeletons, armed with rifles, rode out from the town gate in two rows on Floating Motorboats.
In the middle of these Black Armored Soldiers, with a hairstyle like a bird’s nest and a sticky white coat, was Sun Miao.
Sun Miao wasn’t handcuffed; he rode a motorboat just like everyone else.
His left hand controlled the handlebars, while his right hand rested in his pocket.
His body language was very relaxed, as if the Black Armored Soldiers were his personal guards.
Twenty meters out of town, Sun Miao, with his back to the town, raised his right hand, casually waved it twice, then seemed to say something to those around him, and the convoy suddenly picked up speed, heading straight ahead.
Sun Miao left without looking back.
The motorboat convoy raised their fronts like ascending fighter jets as they entered the gaping opening under the Floating Island.
After a while, as if the eight trucks had picked up 500 people, they left as well, showcasing capabilities entirely different from the vehicles in Starfire Town, ascending like a swarm of returning bees into the Floating Island.
A buzzing sound arose, and the Floating Island gradually increased speed, piercing through the white clouds and disappearing into the horizon.
Ma Xiaoling sighed, "I knew that sooner or later Sun Miao would be taken back by the Mengdu Group. Now there’s no doctor in the town again. My dad will be troubled again. Sigh, with the ongoing Pu Cha, it’s hard to recruit a new Citizen doctor. Those capable of becoming doctors among the Wildlings wouldn’t come here for nothing. I don’t even know what we’ll do for the next month."
Ren Zhong shook his head, "Sun Miao has arranged something."
Together with Ren Zhong at the Miracle Clinic, Ma Xiaoling finally let out a sigh of relief.
The empty first-floor clinic room housed a half-person high machine, a simple smart diagnostic machine left behind by Sun Miao.
This machine, though far from matching Sun Miao himself and unable to perform surgeries, could still handle routine illnesses and non-lethal injuries, preventing the town’s medical system from complete collapse.
Ordinary patients could receive prescriptions from the smart diagnostic machine and then go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy the medicine themselves.
According to the rules, when a town loses its last doctor, the supply and marketing cooperative will automatically assume the responsibility of supplying regional medical resources.