Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 268 30. Prosthetic Transformation

On the afternoon that Carl's team decided to rent a house, they came to Victor's clinic.

Old Wei, as always, was watching the boxing matches that he never seemed to get tired of.

"Hey, Lao Wei."

After several people greeted Old Wei who turned around after hearing the noise, Carl asked about the purpose of their visit today: "Have the prosthetic bodies arrived?"

"If you're asking about military technology, it arrived yesterday."

Lao Wei turned his chair and faced Carl: "Why do I always feel that you guys treat my place as a prosthetic warehouse recently? You throw everything at me. Although I am not a garbage collector, I am not a luxury store either."

"Well, isn't it true that your craftsmanship is trustworthy, Old Wei?"

Carl said with a smile: "We can't ask us to find those inferior prosthetic doctors. In the whole Night City, you are the best in prosthetics. Why should we find a worse one when we have the best ones?"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Lao Wei shook his head helplessly and saw V walking at the end of the group. He smiled amiably and said hello to V alone: ​​"Long time no see, V. Are you going to start working in the city?"

"Well, it's been a long time since we last met, Lao Wei. I'm planning to work with Carl and the others. Then Carl said there was some team benefit. He was dissatisfied with my prosthetics, so he asked me to come to your place to install the prosthetics."

V rubbed the back of his head and spoke to Old Wei a little embarrassedly. His words made Old Wei raise his eyebrows and glanced at Carl: "Don't listen to Carl's nonsense. It's better not to install prosthetics if you can."

But after saying this, Lao Wei shook his head again:

"But you guys who are rushing to be mercenaries should all know this. Without prosthetics, you might end up lying on a street corner waiting to die tomorrow. Forget it, just lie there and wait for a while. V, you haven't installed prosthetics here before, right? Here are a lot of prosthetics that your team has left over and that don't have strong rejection rates. Choose one first and put it in for testing. I'll see how you adapt to it."

While V was lying obediently on the operating chair, Jack also found a place in the clinic and waited: "I will also install a new violent type today, don't forget me, old V."

"I remember it. I can't forget it. This afternoon's schedule is completely filled with surgeries for both of you. I don't have a spare moment."

Listening to Lao Wei's complaints as he started to move, Carl said a little embarrassedly: "Lao Wei, I'm actually planning to get a prosthesis for my legs today. I've recently found that I'm a little slow in my movements, so I want to strengthen it."

"And you?"

Lao Wei temporarily stopped what he was doing, glanced at Karl, and then nodded slightly: "That's fine, Lao Wei, I'll continue to be busy tonight."

"Then I'll go buy dinner for you guys later. Lao Wei, what do you like to eat? I'll ask Misty later and buy them all together."

Oliver, the only one who did not plan to undergo prosthetic modification today, leaned against the door of the clinic, avoiding all unnecessary guests and interference. He also planned to take on the task of buying meals.

"I'm not picky, anything that's convenient to eat is fine."

"Okay, then I'll see if there's any pizza or hot dogs nearby that are easy to eat with one hand. By the way, do we have the number of a hot dog shop called Old William's Hot Dog Stand?" Jack remembered Oliver's words, "It was the job we did with the scavenger, right? I remember he advertised that it was 80% real meat and 10 euros was enough for a family. Maybe we can give it a try. To be safe, if you don't believe his bragging, it's enough for the whole family. How about buying six?"

“I don’t want a hot dog.”

Carl raised his hand: "I can't accept the so-called real meat on hot dogs. Just give me pizza. I can still accept the amount of meat on pizza now. The locust one will be fine. I surprisingly think that one is okay."

"Extra spicy Italian sausage pizza, right? My favorite. If you ordered this, give me one too." Jack obviously knew what Carl was talking about, and couldn't help but complain:

"The locusts stuck on the pizza as meat are so delicious. I would say you should just swallow them in big gulps. But you always eat them slowly, as if they are stuck in your throat."

"Now I can swallow it mouthful by mouthful. I've made progress. Not everyone has such a big mouth like you, Jack."

While Carl and Jack were yelling, Victor had already connected to V and did a basic test, and then Victor's expression changed a little.

V noticed the change in Victor's expression and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Victor? Is there something wrong with my prosthetics?"

"The prosthesis is fine. Apart from the fact that it was installed a little roughly, the details are a little rough, the parts are a little rotten, and the thing is a little old, there is nothing else serious."

Old V shook his head to indicate that it was not the prosthesis that was wrong, and then said, "I just found that your adaptability to the prosthesis seemed to be unexpectedly good during the test. Although this is just a test and does not represent what it will be like when the prosthesis is actually installed, there are only two people in my reception staff in the entire Night City who have such adaptability as you."

Listening to what Lao Wei said, Carl and the others cast their eyes over, and V then asked, "Two, it seems that I am quite special. Is it good or bad, Lao Wei?"

"From a physical point of view, it may not be so good, because it means that you can put any replacement prosthesis on it, and it will be the same as the original body. There is no difference at all. But from your point of view, it's not bad. It means that if you want, you can put as much awesome stuff on it as you want, and hope to become the prosthesis of the big brother in no time."

"Old Wei, is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

V didn't quite understand what Lao Wei said, but Lao Wei sighed and said bluntly:

"It couldn't be better for the mercenary business you are planning to do."

"Are you so awesome?"

V obviously also knows the value of being able to install prosthetics at will. Could it be that he is the same as Adam and Hammer?

"To be honest, as a doctor, sometimes I really don't want to see you two being like this. People who can easily install prosthetics are just like mechanical parts. If you continue like this, I always feel that you will not be able to tell whether you are human or machine."

"Two of you?"

V listened to Lao Wei's words, looked in the direction of Lao Wei's gaze, and understood who the so-called other person was.

Besides myself, is there anyone else in Night City who has such adaptability, other than Carl?

(End of this chapter)