Cyberpunk: 2075

Following the inquiry route, he passed through an alley with an iron gate and arrived at a basement-turned-prosthetic clinic. Carl politely slapped the middle-aged black-haired man who was sitting in front of a computer watching a boxing match. A hello.

"Excuse me, hello."

"Guest?"

Hearing the voice, the man wearing glasses, with a sharp face and a sense of calmness in his expression turned his head and saw Carl and Oliver who were following him.

"This is the first time I have seen such a polite guest in this city."

The prosthetic doctor Victor's eyes swept across Oliver, and then stopped on Carl.

‘Young people who have not undergone any transformation. ’

As an excellent prosthetic doctor, Victor could tell at a glance that Carl did not have a prosthetic body, and because of this, he probably guessed the origin of the two people.

"Are you planning to put it into storage?"

"Almost...Doctor, what type of access warehouse are there, and what's the approximate price?"

Oliver helped Karl ask first, and if the price was too expensive, he could turn around and leave.

"There is an operating system from the parallel line of military science and technology, which costs 5,000 ohms, and there is also a Seocho Electronics type 1, which costs 7,500 ohms."

Hearing the price, Oliver's mouth twitched: "Doctor, the operating systems you have here are not all brand new."

Oliver had told Karl before that he had collected more than 3,000 euros and bought it into the warehouse, which was more than enough, but that was based on the fact that Oliver was already used to second-hand and old prosthetics. This prosthetic doctor dared to sell the goods so expensively. , except that this product is brand new, there is no other possibility. If there is the ability to sell old and second-hand products at real prices, then it is impossible for this store to open in a poor place like Watson District.

"I'm not a gangster prosthetic doctor or a damn kidney transplanter. Of course, there are only regular prosthetics here."

Victor picked up a certificate lying next to him and showed it to the two of them. It was indeed a formal prosthetic doctor's certificate.

"That's what happened..."

Oliver's eyes flashed. He looked at his savings, only to find that there were only one thousand four hundred euros in them.

‘This little money is not enough even if we add it. ’

Oliver thought about the situation where second-hand and old items sold by prosthetists were too expensive, and he turned around and left after thinking about it, but he never thought about the situation where people were selling brand-new and genuine items.

The prosthetic shop only sells brand new genuine products. This is not in Taiping Prefecture. Brother Ni from Taiping Prefecture has a racial talent bonus. With the help of gangsters, he can grab good products at every turn. A normal prosthetic doctor, Shouldn't it be compatible with garage sales?

But it was precisely because of Victor's words that Oliver had already thought in his heart that even if he wanted to borrow money, he would have to let his teammates he just met get a warehouse here. The reason was very simple. Most of the prosthetic doctors of the old prosthetics are not familiar with the scavengers;

If you can be fair and just say that you only have genuine products, you won't be able to hang out with those scumbags. At least the safety of prosthetic surgery can be guaranteed. You don't have to worry about being anesthetized and lying in the astonished bathtub to have your organs cut off. .

So he immediately edited a message and sent it to his sister.

‘Sister, please help me quickly, V is 500 for me. ’

"Do you want five thousand..."

Hearing the price and seeing the change in Oliver's expression from the corner of his eye, Karl, who didn't have enough money, took out his euros and counted them, and found that the full amount was only 3,200 euros, which was still 1,000 euros short of the parallel line of military technology. Eight hundred euros.

After exploding gang members' gold coins, they couldn't even afford an access warehouse prosthetic body?

"drop."

‘Where have you been? I think your location is not in Santo Domingo. ’

Oliver found that his account had been credited, not five hundred, but five thousand.

‘Thank you, sister. I met a friend outside. I’ll go back later. I love you. ’

‘You guy, you can only say some thoughtful words when you take money... I won’t return to Night City for two days, so remember to go back early. ’

'knew. ’

After communicating with his sister, Oliver, who received the money, was about to tell Karl next to him the good news that he had money. However, Karl had already placed 3,200 euros on the table next to Victor, and then turned around. Went outside.

"Wait a moment Doctor Victor, here is 3,200 euros. I will come back with the rest of the money right away."

After pulling the Lexington's barrel to confirm that there was no problem with the firing, Carl was ready to go outside to find something to do. According to the rate of gunfights in this city, he should be able to gain something soon.

"Wait a minute, Carl!"

"Wait a minute young man."

Together with Oliver, who felt that his companion was really acting too decisively, it was Victor who stopped Carl.

The prosthetic doctor looked at Karl and turned his head, and in a relaxed tone he pointed at the pile of Euros still stained with blood: "This is enough money, and it's not like I can't bargain, so what are you doing in a hurry? I'll take it." You have 3,000 euros. I’ll install a military technology parallel line access warehouse for you. You can take 200 euros back.”

"Hey, can we still negotiate the price?"

"sure."

A smile appeared on Victor's face, and he said to the surprised Oliver and Carl: "On the contrary, I am curious why you just accepted my price without negotiating."

"I didn't just know that prosthetic doctors can negotiate prices..."

He wanted to appear more sophisticated in front of Karl, but in fact, it was his first time that his sister had to handle the replacement of the prosthetic body. When he heard that it only cost 3,000 euros, he quickly transferred the money back to his sister. Then Karl arrived in front of Victor.

Victor also stood up. He looked at Karl carefully and then said: "Listen to what he called you just now. Your name is Karl, right? How old are you this year? Have you done anything special before? Surgery?"

Karl decided to answer based on his current appearance: "Eighteen years old. As for surgery, I have never had it done."

"You mean, a purebred?"

"Yes."

"Then this operation may take a long time, and you will have to adapt to it for a while. There is always a first time for everyone. Don't be afraid. I will give you anesthesia. Do you need to stay awake or just say whatever you want? How do you feel about having surgery on your own?”

Anesthetizing the pain, there will still be some tactile sensation.

Regarding this, Karl thought for a while and felt that feeling himself being operated on might be something he could experience, so he chose the latter.

"Okay, then get ready. You are mentally prepared to wait for the operation. I will prepare the medical equipment. In a few hours, you will be reborn."

Ten minutes later, after Carl lay down on the special equipment, the operation began.