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Chapter 975: Shocking Secret (First update, please subscribe)
There are high-rise buildings lined up one after another, brightly lit billboards, all kinds of cars running on the wide streets, vendors setting up stalls on the roadside, and crowds of pedestrians walking on the streets. There are Chinese characters written on the billboards and Mandarin spoken by the pedestrians.

It seems like 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 Nanyang's Dromedary, the cinemas play Nanyang's movies, the young people drink Fanta while watching movies, and sing Nanyang's 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 is hoisted in every street and alley here.

It seems that this is Nanyang.

“This is Malaya.”

On the roadside, when Mahathir said this, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was hard to conceal. From his skin color and appearance, it can be seen at a glance that he is a native.

Like many Malays, he also stubbornly believed that Malaya was Malaya for the Malays. This was different from the Chinese, who believed that Malaya was Malaya for the Malayans.

Although there is only one more word, the meaning is completely different.

Just like now, not only the deputy commissioner is a Chinese, but there are also more and more Chinese people in the Commissioner's Office, and even the police on the streets are mostly Chinese.

“It’s Malaya for the Malays.”

Mahathir muttered something, then took a puff of his cigarette silently. The cigarette was Camel, but it was from Nanyang. Although he didn't like Nanyang, Nanyang cigarettes were really good. And so were their cars, machines, consumer goods...well, even the medical equipment and drugs in Mahathir's clinic were mostly from Nanyang.

Mahathir was helpless about this and just stood at the door of the clinic, smoking silently, looking at the billboards around him, and listening to their words. All of this was from the Tang people.

"They keep saying that things are getting better and better here, but what does it have to do with us? This place has completely become theirs. But..."

Mahathir muttered.

"It is clearly our place, it is my country."

However, he could only complain a few words here. After all, the arm cannot twist the thigh.

Finally, after finishing a cigarette, Mahathir snorted, threw the cigarette butt under his feet, and was about to stamp it out. But a supervisor appeared out of nowhere, her eyes staring straight at Mahathir, and just as she moved her feet, Mahathir hurriedly bent down, picked up the cigarette butt smoothly, took another puff, and said to the health supervisor.

"I didn't hold it firmly and it fell to the ground! Look, I have already picked it up."

After saying that, he took another deep puff, and then walked towards the clinic with the cigarette butt that was about to burn his lips in his mouth. Even when the flaming red cigarette butt burned the corners of his mouth, he still endured it. Only after entering the house did he howl like a slaughtered pig, spit the cigarette butt onto the ground, and said while blowing air.

"It's so hot that it's killing me..."

After finally relieving the discomfort in his mouth, Mahathir said indignantly.

"What a bunch of Nanyang slaves, they don't know anything, but they insist on doing some kind of sanitation supervision, forbidding littering and throwing cigarette butts. It's simply against human nature!"

The reason why he complained like this was that 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 to strictly prohibit littering, otherwise there would be severe penalties. Fines were the lightest, and there was also caning. Over the past six months, countless people had been punished.

The only thing that Mahathir could be thankful for was that those punished included both Chinese and Malays.

“Silla, pour me a glass of water.”

Mahathir, who had a blister on his mouth due to burns, shouted at the nurse.

"Doctor, give you some water."

Mahathir asked, taking the water from Silla's hand.

"Do you have an appointment today?"

"Doctor, yes, yes, but they are all for gynecology."

The nurse's words stunned Mahathir, and his expression became a little strange. He was not willing to treat those women's gynecological diseases at all, but... making money was important.

"…Your body is normal. You can adjust your body and I believe you will be pregnant soon."

Once again, after sending the patient away with almost the same words, Mahathir looked at the patient's information with some confusion.

Healthy body.

It's the reproductive period.

Normal menstrual period.

Why can't I get pregnant? This is not the first time. In the past few years, he has often encountered such cases, and now there are more and more such patients. He encounters such patients almost every day. This is obviously not normal. Some people have fertility problems, but not so many.

There must be something wrong!

"Silla."

Mahatiha called the nurse in.
"Give me all the patient data from the past year."

"All the patients?"

"Yes, those female patients who come to see the gynecologist. I have a question."

Soon, Silla brought a thick stack of medical records and asked after handing them to the doctor.

"Doctor, is there anything wrong?"

"It's just a question..."

After thinking for a while, Mahathir said.

"I don't know why, but in recent years more and more women have been unable to get pregnant, but according to the test results, they are all healthy."

Hearing the doctor say this, Silla said excitedly.

"It's because of men. In the neighborhood where I live, I can hear women crying every day. Those men blame women for their wives' inability to have children and beat them at every turn. Take the patient just now. Although she was wrapped in a headscarf, there were still bruises on the corners of her mouth. She must have been beaten by her husband yesterday."

Speaking of the beaten woman, Silla said again.

"No wonder nowadays more and more women like 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 was true. Women have always liked to marry Chinese men. They not only work hard and have high incomes, but also take good care of their families. The biggest advantage is that they don't beat their wives. For Chinese men, a wife is a wife, unlike them... a wife is just a decoration in the house, a decoration that can give birth, just a piece of furniture.

In fact, Mahathir doesn't like to beat his wife, he just educates her occasionally. However, in front of the nurse, he still has to show that he studied in the UK.
"I heard that a while ago, a woman in the West District was beaten and jumped off a building. It was really pitiful. It was all because she couldn't have children. But such things can't necessarily be blamed on women."

Mahathir, who was looking at the patient's medical records, asked.

“Silla, you mean, many people can’t get pregnant now, right?”

"Yeah, I don't know what's going on. In the community where I live, only a dozen people got pregnant this year, but they all ended up having miscarriages."

Sheila's answer stunned Mahathir, and he stood up and said.

"What did you say? Only a dozen people got pregnant, and they all miscarried. How many births have there been recently?"

Mahathir went on to emphasize.

"I mean in recent years."

"There are probably only about ten of them, so those men beat their wives very badly, as if it is entirely the women's fault if they can't have children."

When Sheila said these words, Mahathir was in an unprecedented state of tension. He thought of the pedestrians he had seen on the street before, and among them there were women pushing baby strollers, including Chinese and Malays.

But why are there so many people in some places unable to have children?
Almost subconsciously, Mahathir's doctor's intuition made him realize that there might be some big conspiracy behind this matter.

After all, things were too weird.

But what exactly is wrong?

When this question came to Mahathir's mind, he once again looked at the cases 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 can't have children.

Why can’t I have children?
Mahathir thought of what Hillary had said before.

"Is the problem with men?"

After this thought came to his mind, Mahathir realized that perhaps an investigation should be conducted.

At least figure out what's going on!

When Mahathir decided to investigate the matter, he had no idea what he would touch upon…

(End of this chapter)