Chapter 91: Changing the Court (Ten Updates)
Preaching to the seaside, opening the doctor's clinic.
"Thanks to you, I have to pack my things and get out now. The sergeant has long disliked me, so I can only find another place to work."
When I arrived at the clinic, Only then did Leer see that the doctor was already packing his things and getting ready to leave.
That’s right.
The sergeant originally asked this guy to pretend to be a Sean Westan for James, but not only did he leak the information, he was also knocked unconscious by Lear.
The battle in front of the clinic pushed James even closer to the edge of collapse. The sergeant could only grit his teeth and drag this guy to the clinic at Arroyo's headquarters for installation.
This plan changed drastically. As soon as James installed the prosthetic body, he went crazy and plowed the Sixth Street Gang headquarters first.
“I’ll go, buddy, you found a prosthetic doctor who is about to run away with his tail between his legs - can you stop playing with me? If I die, there will be nothing!”< br>
More than half of the effect of the medicine was over, and Murphy screamed in pain.
However, this scream also showed the demeanor of the older generation of youtiao. After saying this, the disembowelling doctor immediately put on an unhappy expression.
What does it mean to run away with your tail between your legs? Could it be that he was afraid of the Sixth Street Gang?
Well, it is - it's really annoying.
“Who is this bad-mouthed guy?”
“I work in biotechnology and have just retired. Please tell me if you can cure it.”
After Lille finished speaking, he gestured to Jack, and the big man stepped forward and grabbed the door frame.
The huge strength of the gorilla's arm directly crushed the door frame into strips, and the disemboweling doctor swallowed.
What is left to say is already obvious - if it cannot be cured, you will be like this doorframe today.
“Hey, damn, I’m really unlucky. If I had known better, I would have made the effort to take the license exam, and I wouldn’t have been run over like a cockroach.
But Can you find a way for me to work alone? You see, I just don’t have a license, but my skills are still good.”
As he said that, he fumbled around in his bag for a while, and showed a lewd smile: "I still have a way to buy some powerful Mewtwo, want some?"
Liel waved his hand: " Stabilize this guy first, he is poisoned - biohazard, you ask him for details."
Murphy's situation is even worse than Lear thought.
His body began to react abnormally to electromagnetic radiation. Under the electromagnetic radiation, the temperature of his head increased significantly, which really meant that he obtained energy from sunlight.
But in contrast, his nervous system developed "electromagnetic radiation" symptoms similar to hydrophobia in response to electromagnetic radiation.
Under the sun, he was in unbearable pain, felt nauseous, his prosthetic body was not running smoothly, and his software system was in disorder.
"What kind of new virus is this?" Even the doctor who opened it felt that it was a bit too difficult to handle.
"I don't know, it's a new product of biotechnology."
The doctor who opened the door scratched his head in confusion: "Hey, these are some difficult and complicated diseases. Neuro-releasing drugs can alleviate these symptoms. But if it’s more serious, blockers can only be used
What’s more troublesome is that many of the readings obtained by the testing equipment are problematic, and his body is interfering with the operation of the equipment.”
MRI, CT, and X-ray are all technologies that rely on radiation to obtain imaging data.
But the infected Murphy's body cells behave differently to electromagnetic radiation. In this case, the imaging materials obtained by these methods cannot be judged by past medical experience. .
“You mean I’m hopeless?”
Murphy on the hospital bed looks much better now——
Mainly because the charred stains have been washed away Blood and minced flesh, and then patching up the rotten face with cheap RuSkin products.
It looks normal, but my body is actually worse.
Doctor Ripper spread his hands: "I'm just a prosthetic doctor. For symptoms like this that you haven't seen before, you have to go to those medical researchers. Unfortunately, they usually come from big companies."
"I just fucking ran away from the company!"
Doctor Ripper hesitated, looked at Lille and said: "So this big brother, you promised to find some way for me to survive, can you make a deal? ”
Lille felt that this guy still had something to hide.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Do you know the Red Shirt Mental Hospital? There is a doctor there who was paralyzed by me. You can go to work there with his information."
"That's not a scavenger. Designate a cooperation place?" Doctor Ripper was stunned for a moment.
He is very familiar with Gloria, and he introduced this job to Gloria.
"That's it." Lear nodded, "So you accepted it?"
Doctor Ripper thought for a moment and said: "That's not bad, but what about the director of the hospital? Is it done? I can't always go to work with other people's information, right?" "If something happens - it's just a broken hospital, at worst I'll find someone to punish him."
“That’s true.” Doctor Ripper was convinced by Lille’s words.
Whether it is the Sixth Street Gang or Valentino, they are both behemoths, and they have many ways to threaten a red shirt mental hospital.
What’s more, it’s a scavenger cooperative hospital—everyone calls for beatings.
Lille sent the doctor’s information to Doctor Ripper and continued: “So what did you want to say just now.”
"Actually, the new prosthetic doctor hired by the Sixth Street Gang used to be a company dog and worked for Moore Technology. Maybe you can ask him."
Doctor Ripper's words reminded Lear of some details.
According to the timeline, in 2076, the year "Cyberpunk Edgewalker" takes place, the prosthetic doctors here are still the disembowelers.
But in 2077, the prosthetic doctor here has changed and turned into a young man who retired from Moore Technology.
It is said that I used to do research and development.
According to Lear's experience - 99% of people who retire from the company have not completely severed ties with the company.
Even the company itself will find someone to pretend to be retired or fired, and then lurk in a gang.
Will this prosthetic doctor be like this too?
"This is good news. When will he arrive at the clinic?"
"Tonight, otherwise I won't have to rush to deal with him."
"Then you continue to deal with the guy, we will wait here."
"How heartless, not even trying to save him."
"Get out of here."
Dr. Ripper shook his head and sighed as he loaded his things into the car and drove away to his new place of work.
Leal and his team were the only ones left in the clinic, as well as Murphy lying on the boat.
Waiting until evening, V boredly played with the finished drink cans on the table.
"So what are we here to do?"
Liel looked very calm, tinkering with the program in his head: "To make big money, you have to be patient. To kill someone with a knife is the least reward. "
At this time, Murphy also joined in the discussion and was convinced. He nodded: "Yes, if I had understood this earlier, I would probably have found a place to retire by now.
Working as a mercenary all my life, the money I earned would either be spent on prosthetic transformation, or I’ve spent money on medical expenses, but I haven’t saved much, and I might end up dead on the street at any time.”
V didn't protest and picked up another empty can from the ground. The three cans were placed crookedly on top of each other.
Looks a lot like the popular Nordic stacking stone meditation - Cyberpunk limited edition.
Lear continued: "Tell me about you. You used to do this, in Night City? Did you go to the next life?"
Murphy held up his hands. After a moment, he changed his posture: "No, I lived in Mexico before. It was more chaotic than Night City and the money was so little.
Hey, if I hadn't owed a lot of drug money , maybe I’m still there now.”
"So you owed money to a big drug lord and then sold yourself to biotechnology? How could they find someone like you as a security guard?"
"You don't understand this, I took the job there They are all escorting medicines, professional counterparts - don’t look at me like this, I am professional in escorting and transporting.”
Lil and V smiled unconsciously at the same time.
What a coincidence, they are also professionals in robbing transport convoys.
The sun sets and time advances slowly.
"Ouch. I feel a lot better now. I almost gave up my life before."
Pa.
Jack, who was standing guard outside the door, knocked on the window: "Someone is coming, two cars, one sedan and one V340. It should be the doctor."
"This again. Broken car."
V muttered.
(End of this chapter)