Chapter 975 The shocking secret (first update, please subscribe)
Rows of high-rise buildings, billboards with feasting and entertainment, various cars running on the spacious streets, and street vendors setting up stalls , pedestrians are walking on the street, Chinese characters are written on the billboards, and Mandarin is spoken by the pedestrians.
It seems that this is Nanyang... but this is not Nanyang.
This is Kuala Lumpur, this is Malaya.
But there is not much difference between here and Nanyang. The smokers here smoke dromedary camels from Nanyang, the movies played in the cinema are Nanyang movies, and the young people drink Fanta when watching movies. The song is Nanyang pop music.
It seems that there is no difference between here and Nanyang, indeed there is no difference. Even on Nanyang’s National Day, the double-star flag will be raised in the streets and alleys here.
It seems that this is Nanyang.
“This is Malaya.”
On the roadside, when Mahathir said these words, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was difficult to conceal. From his skin color and appearance, you can tell at a glance that he is an indigenous person.
Like many Malays, he also stubbornly believes that Malaya is the Malaya of the Malays. This is different from the Tang people. In the eyes of the Tang people, Malaya is Malaya for the Malayans.
Although there is only one more word, the meaning is completely different.
Just like now, not only are the deputy commissioners from the Tang Dynasty, but there are also more and more Tang people in the Commissioner's Office, and even the police on the streets are mostly from the Tang Dynasty.
“It is the Malaya of the Malays.”
Mahathir muttered, and then silently took a puff of cigarette. The cigarette was camel, but it was from Southeast Asia, although it was not I like Nanyang, but the cigarettes in Nanyang are really good, and their cars, machines, consumer goods... well, even the medical equipment and drugs in Mahathir's clinic are mostly from Nanyang.
In this regard, Mahathir was also helpless. He stood at the door of the clinic. He smoked silently, looked at the surrounding billboards, and listened to their words. All of this was From the Tang Dynasty.
"They say all day long that this place is getting better and better, but what does it have to do with us? Now this place has completely become their place. But..."
Mahathir muttered.
"This is clearly our place and my country."
However, he could only complain a few times here. After all, his arms could not twist his thighs.
Finally, after smoking a cigarette, Mahathir snorted and threw the cigarette butt at his feet, just as he was about to stamp it out. But a supervisor appeared out of nowhere. Her eyes were fixed on Mahathir. Just as she moved her steps, Mahathir hurriedly bent down, picked up the cigarette butt smoothly, and smoked again. He took a sip and said to the health inspector.
"I didn't hold my hand steady and dropped it on the ground! Look, I've already picked it up."
After that, he took another hard puff, then held the cigarette butt that was almost burning to his lips and looked at it. Walking towards the clinic, even when the red cigarette butt burned the corner of his mouth, he still held back. It was not until he entered the house that he howled like a pig butt, spit out the cigarette butt on the ground, and blew on it.
"It burned me to death..."
After finally relieving the discomfort in his mouth, Mahathir said angrily.
“What a bunch of Nanyang slaves, they don’t learn anything, they insist on getting some kind of health supervision, they are not allowed to litter, and they are not allowed to throw cigarette butts, it is simply against human nature!”
The reason why he complained so much was because at the beginning of the year, the Commissioner's Office decided to introduce Nanyang's public health management experience to build a garden city. One of the items was that littering was strictly prohibited, otherwise he would be fined severely, and the fine was the lightest. I don’t know how many people have been flogged for more than half a year.
The only thing that makes Mahathir happy is that those punished include both Tang people and Malays.
"Sira, give me a glass of water."
Mahathir, who had a blister on his mouth, shouted to the nurse.
"Doctor, give you some water."
Mahathir asked as he took the water from Sirah's hand.
"Are there any appointments today?"
"Doctors, yes, yes, but they are all here to see gynecologists."
The nurse said, let Mahathir I was stunned, and his expression became a little weird. He was not willing to treat those women with gynecological diseases at all, but... making money was more important.
"...Your body is normal. You can adjust your body and I believe you will get pregnant soon."
Once again, after sending the patient away with almost the same words, Mahathir looked at the patient's information with some confusion.
Good health.
It is the reproductive period.
Menstrual period is normal.
But why can’t I get pregnant? And this is not the first time. In the past few years, he has often encountered this kind of thing, and now there are more and more such patients. We encounter patients like this almost every day. This is obviously abnormal. Some people will have fertility problems, but not so many people.
There must be something wrong somewhere!
“Siela.”
Mahattiha called the nurse in,
“Give me all the patient information from the past year.”< br>
"All patients?"
"Yes, those female patients who come to see the gynecology department. I have a question."
Soon, Silla put a thick stack of She asked after taking the medical records and giving them to the doctor.
"Doctor, do you have any questions?"
"Just a question..."
After thinking about it, Mahathir said.
“I don’t know why, more and more women are unable to get pregnant in recent years, but judging from the examination results, they are all healthy.”
Listen to what the doctor said, Silla said a little excitedly.
“It’s because of men’s problems. In the community where I live, you can hear women crying every day. Those men blame women for their wives’ inability to have children and beat them at every turn. That’s the patient just now. , although she was wrapped in a scarf, there were still bruises on the corners of her mouth. She must have been beaten by her husband yesterday."
Silla added when mentioning the beaten woman.
"No wonder women now prefer to marry Tang people. Tang people not only make more money, but also don't beat their wives."
Sira's words made Mahathir frown, but What she said is true. Women have always liked to marry Tang people. Not only do they work hard and have high incomes, but they are also very family-oriented. The biggest advantage is that they don't beat their wives. For the Tang people, a wife is just a wife, unlike them...a wife is just a furnishing in the home, and a furnishing that can lead to fertility is just a piece of furniture.
Actually, Mahathir doesn’t like beating his wife either, he just educates her occasionally. However, in front of the nurse, he still had to reveal that he had studied in England. I can’t have children, but it’s not necessarily the woman’s fault.”
Mahathir, who was looking at the patient’s medical records, asked.
"Silla, are you saying that many people can't get pregnant now?"
"Yeah, I don't know what's going on. In the community where I live, there are only a dozen people this year. She was pregnant, but in the end she had a miscarriage.”
Sheila’s answer stunned Mahathir, and he stood up and said.
"What did you say? Only a dozen people were pregnant, and all of them had miscarriages. How many people have been born in your place recently?"
Mahathir then emphasized.
"I mean in recent years."
"Probably about ten or so, so those people beat their wives extremely hard, as if it's entirely the woman's fault that she can't have children."< br>
When Sheila said these words, Mahathir was in an unprecedented state of nervousness. He thought of the pedestrians he had seen on the street before, and there were many pedestrians among them. Women pushing strollers, some of whom are from Tang Dynasty and some from Malay.
But why are so many people in some places unable to give birth to children?
Almost subconsciously, the doctor's intuition made Mahathir realize that there might be some big conspiracy hidden behind this matter.
After all, things were just too weird.
But what is wrong?
When this question emerged in Mahathir's mind, his eyes once again turned to the case in front of him. The owners of these cases were all healthy women of childbearing age.
But they all have one thing in common - they cannot give birth to children.
Why can’t I have a baby?
Mahathir thought of what Sheila had said before.
“Does the problem lie with men?”
After this thought came to his mind, Mahathir realized that perhaps an investigation should be conducted.
At least find out what the hell is going on!
When Mahathir was determined to investigate this matter, he had no idea what he would touch...
(End of this chapter)