Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 7. Cyborg Doctor Victor

Following the route he had searched for, he passed through an alley with an iron gate and arrived at a prosthetics clinic converted from a basement. Carl politely greeted a middle-aged black-haired man who was sitting in front of a computer watching a boxing match.

"Excuse me, hello."

"Guests?"

Hearing the voice, the man with glasses, angular features and a calm expression turned his head and saw Carl and Oliver who was following him.

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

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

'Young people who have not undergone any transformation.'

As an excellent prosthetics doctor, Victor could tell at a glance that Carl did not have any prosthetics installed, and therefore he roughly guessed the origins of the two people.

"Are you planning to install it in the warehouse?"

"Doctor, what types of access chambers are available here, and how much do they cost?"

Oliver helped Carl to ask first, so that if the price was too expensive, he could just take Carl and leave.

"There's a military technology parallel line operating system, 5,000 euros, and there's a Seocho Electronics Model 1, 7,500 euros."

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

Oliver had told Carl before that he had saved up more than 3,000 Euros, which was more than enough to buy the goods for the warehouse, but that was based on the fact that Oliver was already used to second-hand, old prosthetic goods. The only reason this prosthetic doctor dared to sell the goods at such a high price was that the goods were brand new. If he could sell old goods at the price of real goods, then this store would not have been able to open in a poor place like Watson District.

"I'm not some gang prosthetics doctor or a damn kidney-snatcher, so of course there are only regular prosthetics here."

Victor picked up a certificate placed nearby and showed it to the two of them. It was indeed a formal certificate from a prosthetics doctor.

"That's it."

Oliver's eyes flickered as he looked at his savings, only to find that there was only 1,400 euros in it.

"This amount of money, even if added, is not enough."

Oliver thought about the situation where the prosthetic doctor's second-hand and old products were sold at too high a price, and he also decided to turn around and leave, but he just didn't think about the situation where they were selling brand new genuine products.

The prosthetic store only sells new and genuine products. This is not Taiping Prefecture. Brother Ni in Taiping Prefecture has a racial talent bonus. With the help of gang hackers, he can easily snatch good products. A normal prosthetic doctor should not sell some second-hand goods.

However, it was precisely because of Victor's words that Oliver had already decided in his heart that even if he had to borrow money, he would have to let his newly-acquainted teammates get a warehouse here. The reason was simple: most of the prosthetic doctors who bought second-hand and old prosthetics would have unclear relations with the gang of scavengers.
If you can come up and say that you only have genuine products, you won't be able to hang out with that bunch of scum. At least the safety of the prosthetic surgery can be guaranteed, and you don't have to worry about being anesthetized and lying in the doffer bathtub to have your organs removed.

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

'Sister, help me, V me 500.'

"Five thousand?"

After hearing the price and seeing the change in Oliver's expression, Carl, who didn't have enough money, took out his euros and counted them. He found that it was only 3,200 euros at most, which was still 1,800 euros away from the military technology parallel line.

All the gang members' gold coins burst, but you can't even afford an access warehouse prosthetic body?

"Ding." 'Where have you been? I see you are not in Santo Domingo.'

Oliver found that there was a deposit in his account, not five hundred, but five thousand.

'Thank you, sister. I met a friend outside. I will be back later. Love you.'

"You are the only person who can say something nice when you are paid. I will be back to Night City in two days, so remember to go back early."

'understood. '

After finishing the conversation with his sister, Oliver, who received the money, was about to tell Carl next to him the good news that he was rich, but Carl had already placed 3,200 euros on the table next to Victor, and then turned around and walked outside.

"Wait a moment Doctor Victor, here is 3,200 Euros, I'll be back with the rest."

After pulling the barrel of the Lexington and making sure that the firing was correct, Carl prepared to go outside to find something else to do. Judging from the frequency of gun battles in this city, he should be able to reap some rewards soon.

"Wait a minute, Carl!"

"Wait a minute young man."

It was Victor who tried to stop Carl together with Oliver, who felt that his companion was acting too decisively.

The cyborg doctor looked at Carl and turned his head. He pointed at the pile of bloody Euros in a relaxed tone and said, "This money is enough. It's not like I can't bargain. Why are you in such a hurry? I'll charge you 3,000 Euros and install a military technology parallel line access pod for you. You can take 200 Euros back."

"Hey, can we still bargain?"

"of course can."

Victor smiled and said to the surprised Oliver and Carl, "I'm actually curious why you didn't bargain and just accepted my price."

"It's not the first time I know that prosthetic doctors can bargain for their prices."

Oliver wanted to appear more sophisticated in front of Carl, but in fact, this was the first time for him to have his prosthetics replaced by his sister. When he heard that it only cost 3,000 euros, he quickly transferred the money back to his sister and pulled Carl to Victor.

Victor also stood up. He looked Carl up and down carefully and then spoke: "From what he said just now, your name is Carl, right? How old are you this year? Have you had any special surgery before?"

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

"So, a pure-blood?"

"Yes."

"Then this operation may take a while, and you will have to adapt for a while. Everyone has a first time. Don't be afraid. I will give you anesthesia. Do you need to stay awake or do you want to feel the surgery yourself?"

Even if the pain is anesthetized, some sense of touch will still exist.

Carl thought about this and felt that it might be worth experiencing to feel himself being operated on, so he chose the latter.

"Okay, then get ready. Be prepared for the operation. I'll prepare the medical equipment. In a few hours, I'll transform you."

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

(End of this chapter)