Cyberpunk: Become David’s Dad At The Beginning!

In the world of cyberpunk, prosthetic technology is very common.

There is even a more darkly humorous joke, that is, the steel factory can actually recruit people on the street to practice steel, because the steel content in these people is much higher than that of iron ore.

Since it is a product, it will naturally be divided into civilian and military uses.

Not only for civilian use and military use, but also for high-grade and low-grade, customized and mass products.

But the more powerful something is, the better it is not.

As the saying goes, too much is too little, the more powerful the prosthetic body, the more important the prosthetic body is, the colder it is, so cold that it can even pull the human soul out of the body.

So ordinary people only need to use civilian-grade products.

When these things are installed in ordinary people, they won't even have much rejection reaction. Sometimes they don't even need neurosuppressants and immunosuppressants.

"By the way, if the bill is not enough, I may need to pay it first."

Arthur looked at the money balance displayed on his retina, suddenly felt guilty, and touched his nose.

Although the original owner has been outside taking on tasks.

But in fact, I didn’t make much money, because cyberpunk itself is such a profession, and most of the money was used to purchase equipment, logistics items and medicines.

Although he has a small fortune, this amount of money can only be said to be a drop in the bucket for those luxurious technologies.

Victor shrugged his shoulders, his eyes immediately glowed blue, and he immediately followed Arthur's request and started ordering the items he needed online.

There is no rest in Night City, or in other words, Night City is truly awake only at night.

"If you get injured in the future, remember to run here. Victor is the best doctor in the entire Night City."

"Even if there is a hole in your head, he can help you patch it up and ensure that you can climb Arasaka Tower alive and well."

Arthur smiled and patted David on the shoulder while frantically blowing rainbow farts to Victor.

Can you stop blowing it?

Ordinary doctors can at most help people replace some parts.

Looking at Victor again, V Zhentian had been beaten out of his wits by others, and his blood was all red and white.

At this level, Victor was able to save him, and he was alive and kicking within a few days after the rescue. He was even able to have a passionate sex match with Adam Hammer. He was an expert in medical skills, not to mention that he was a miracle doctor. That is also a true rejuvenation.

To be honest, V Zhentian didn’t give Victor a banner, which was really aggrieved.

After hearing this, Victor smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "You are just a dabbler who became a monk on the way. Don't talk nonsense. If someone really blows your head off, I will send you to the crematorium as soon as possible."

Arthur immediately raised his middle finger, smiled and cursed, "Fuck you."

Victor also smiled and slid his chair to the side. He took out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, then slid back and filled Arthur's glass.

Logically speaking, you cannot drink alcohol before the doctor operates.

But for such a trivial matter, it was simply not worth mentioning to Victor.

How can you meet old friends without drinking? Just drink less.

So Victor poured a shallow layer for himself, instead of filling a full glass like he was pouring wine for Arthur.

After Arthur picked up the wine glass and had a drink with Victor, he took a sip and looked at the surrounding environment.

It was a dim environment with a few neon lights. Except for the shadowless lamp above the operating table, the rest of the place was as dark as a cemetery.

Those who didn’t know better thought this place was renovated from a morgue.

"Old Wei, I'm not telling you, this clinic is still like this after all these years."

"How can you possibly get any business if you do this?"

"I would say you might as well move to the city center and choose a prime location."

"Then we hire a designer from a big company. We must design the most high-end and elegant clinic."

"Let's just rent a building on the 4th floor. The elevator on the 5th floor has direct access. The first floor of this clinic is the smallest, so we need to get more than 200 square meters."

"Then we will build some hanging gardens and a large swimming pool."

"We have a pure British natural beauty in the reception room. When this client comes, no matter what happens, we will say to each other in an authentic British accent, Sir, how can I help you?"

"Just configure the other party to come to our place, even if it is a crazy anti-virus, we will burn him 18,000 at a time."

"Within three to five years, the richest man in the Night City will have to be replaced by someone else."

After hearing this, Victor almost spit out the wine in his mouth.

After finally swallowing it, Victor immediately rolled his eyes at Arthur.

As for the richest man in Night City, if he really did this, he felt that he wouldn't be able to get the loan even if he sold it to a bank.

"Now that you've made your plans, how about you give me a sample first, and I'll work for you then? What I want is a little stability, and I'll forget about it if I just charge a dead salary. I'm still the richest man in Night City or something like that. It’s better to let you, Sir Arthur, be the one.”

Arthur touched his nose in embarrassment. Isn't this bragging? How come you got it up and running as soon as you started?

Drinking without bragging is half the fun.

Victor put the wine glass in his hand on the table and said with some confusion: "Has your cyberpsychosis really been cured?"

It's not that Victor doesn't believe Arthur, it's mainly cyberpsychosis, which is currently considered a terminal illness worldwide.

Arthur was silent for a moment, touched his chin and said, "I actually don't know the specific situation myself, but the trembling hands, nausea and irrationality have never happened again since I got better."

"I didn't take any medicine, nor did I do any occult research."

"Who knows, maybe God originally wanted to fish out gold from the cesspool, but instead he fished out a piece of stinky shit like me."

Of course Arthur will not tell the fact that he is a time traveler.

This kind of thing can only be attributed to coincidence. Although the reason sounds ridiculous, it is actually very suitable.

Because in this world, there are still no drugs that can cure cyberpsychosis.

Therefore, many people began to place their hopes on other things, which is the so-called occult research.

Some people believe in gods and pray for their forgiveness, while others start meditating in the hope of cultivating a mysterious power.

Although these methods sound very unscientific, a small number of cyberpsychotics have indeed been cured.