Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

Chapter 91 Changing the Family (Ten Updates)
Mission Beach, Doctor Ripper 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 he arrived at the clinic, Lille saw that the doctor was already packing his things and getting ready to leave.

That is true.

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.

Once this plan changed, something terrible happened. 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 going to run away with his tail between his legs - can you stop playing with me? If I die, there will be nothing!"

After more than half of the effect of the medicine was over, 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'm from biotechnology. I 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's left is obvious - if it can't be cured, you will be like this doorframe today.

"Hey, damn, I'm really unlucky. If I had known better, I would have made up my mind to take the license exam, and I wouldn't have been run over like a cockroach.
But can I find some way to make a living if I work alone?You see, I just don't have a license, but the skills are still OK. "

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. How about some?"

Lear waved his hand: "Stabilize this guy first. He is poisoned - biohazard. Ask him for details."

Murphy's situation is even worse than Lille thought.

His body began to react abnormally to electromagnetic radiation, and the temperature of his head increased significantly under the electromagnetic radiation. It really seemed like he was getting 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?" Doctor Ripper felt it was a bit too difficult to handle.

"I don't know, new products from biotechnology."

The doctor who opened the door scratched his head in confusion: "Well, these are some difficult and complicated diseases. Nerve-releasing drugs can alleviate these symptoms, but if it is 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.

However, the infected Murphy's body cells behaved differently to electromagnetic radiation than ordinary people. In this case, the imaging materials obtained by these methods cannot be judged by previous medical experience.

"You mean I'm hopeless?"

Murphy on the hospital bed looks much better now——
The main thing was to wash away the charred blood and minced flesh, and then use cheap skin care products to repair the rotten face.

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 the medical researchers. Unfortunately, they usually come from big companies."

"Damn it, I just ran away from the company!"

The doctor who opened the door hesitated for a moment, 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 had something to hide.

After thinking about it, 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."

"Isn't that the designated cooperation place for scavengers?" Doctor Ripper was stunned for a moment.

He knew Gloria very well, and it was he who introduced her to this job.

"That's it." Lear nodded, "So you accept it?"

Doctor Ripper thought for a moment and said, "That's not bad, but can you handle it, director of the hospital? I can't always go to work with other people's information, can I? It will always be seen."

"Let's talk about it if something goes wrong - it's just a broken hospital. At worst, I'll find someone to get rid of him." "That's true." The doctor who opened the hospital was convinced by Lille's words.

Whether it's 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 still a scavenger cooperative hospital - everyone screams for beatings.

Leal sent the doctor's information to Dr. 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 people to pretend to be retired or fired, and then go to gangs to lurk.

Will this prosthetic doctor be like this too?
"This is good news. When will he arrive at the clinic?"

"Just tonight, otherwise I won't have to rush to deal with the guy."

"Then you continue to deal with the guys, we will wait here."

"It's so heartless, you don't even try to save me."

"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.

Lille 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 for?"

Lille seemed very calm, tinkering with the program in his head: "To make a lot of money, you have to be patient. Carrying a knife to kill people is the least rewarding part."

At this moment, Murphy also joined the discussion and nodded in agreement: "Yes, if I had understood this earlier, I would probably have found a place to retire by now.

After working as a mercenary all his life, the money he earned was either spent on prosthetic modifications or on medical expenses. He didn't save much, and he might die 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.

It looks a lot like the popular Nordic stacking stone meditation - a 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 propped up his hand and changed his posture: "No, I was living 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 would still be there now. "

"So you owed money to a big drug lord and then sold yourself to biotechnology? Why would they find someone like you as a security guard?"

"You don't understand this. The jobs I took over there were all for escorting medicines. I'm a professional. Don't look at me like this. I'm a professional in escorting and transporting drugs."

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 slowly advances.

"Ouch. I feel a lot better now. I almost gave up my life before."

Snapped.

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."

"It's this crappy car again."

V muttered.

(End of this chapter)