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Old Wei smiled. Of course, he wouldn't give this kind of thing to just anyone; it was because of Jack Wells.

"Thanks, Lao Wei, I'll pay you back the original price."

Ke Ling didn't refuse. Having too many lice doesn't make you itchy. Since you're going to be in debt anyway, why not just get a better one?

It has to be said that after only a few days in Night City, Ke Ling already understood how some cyber vagrants had accumulated a mountain of debt.

"So? Will we use anesthesia this time? And how many eyes do you want replaced? Two? Or three?"

Looking at Ke Ling, Lao Wei had a strange expression. He had never asked these questions before.

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Chapter 22 Ghosts and Priests

Ke Ling chose to have two prosthetic eyes installed because installing three would cost extra, and Old Wei was not a philanthropist after all.

Of course, most importantly, this third eye on his forehead has some special abilities, and Ke Ling has high hopes for it.

"Okay, let's begin. You just have to bear with it."

Old Wei took a breath, ready to get started. Replacing an eyeball with a prosthetic eye was more complicated than installing a brain-computer interface.

If it were a normal surgery, it would be as simple as eating and drinking for Lao Wei, but Ke Ling refused to have anesthesia.

Jack Wells approached, grinning maliciously as he held a syringe.

He came to help; if Ke Ling couldn't hold on, he would give her a sharp injection.

Ke Ling's lips twitched. He didn't need Jack Wells' help, nor did he intend to give him that opportunity.

Old Wei began to operate, and Ke Ling immediately felt a sharp pain. His vision in his left eye disappeared, and his eyeball had been removed.

Then his right eye was also removed, and Ke Ling's vision went completely black. Then he opened his third eye, which he usually kept closed when talking to people.

Ke Ling saw that Lao Wei was flashing electricity in his hand, "working" on his eye socket. After all, it was the first time he had installed it, and there were many places that needed to be modified.

"It will be much easier to replace it later. You just need to take the prosthetic eye out and put it in, make sure there is no rejection reaction, and ensure system compatibility."

While working, Lao Wei explained to Ke Ling that changing the prosthetic body, especially the first time, was the most difficult because the body had to be modularized first.

Soon, Lao Wei stopped working and began debugging the system. He inserted a chip into Ke Ling's brain-computer interface.

After the system was debugged, Lao Wei picked up the prosthetic eye and placed it directly into Ke Ling's hollow eye socket. The nerve probe of the prosthetic eye began to connect with the nerves in the eye.

"Very good, let's test the effect."

After a series of operations on the screen, setting various parameters and completing the final connection, Lao Wei activated the prosthetic eye.

"Zizzizi."

Ke Ling's vision flickered for a moment, like the static on an old-fashioned television screen, but it quickly returned to normal, and a clear picture appeared.

"how do you feel?"

Old Wei asked, "The whole surgery went very smoothly, and there was no serious rejection reaction as I had expected."

Although their underlying physical structure is completely different from that of humans, belonging to another species, this structure seems to have a very strong adaptive and inclusive nature.

"Not bad."

Ke Ling rolled his prosthetic eye around, and now it clicked. The "Qilu Si - Welcome" logo flashed across the lower right corner of his eye.

"Try a scanner with an environmental scanning function; it's much better than those junk products that have nothing at all."

Old Wei was there to guide Ke Ling, teaching him how to use the prosthetic eye, providing very attentive service.

"I also installed a backdoor for you, NCPD document scanning, which will give you a better understanding of the hooligans on the streets."

Ke Ling activated the scanning function and looked at Lao Wei. Soon, some relevant information appeared before his eyes.

Information such as name, affiliated organization, prosthetic body installed, and criminal record is all recorded in the list. Well, now that makes even more sense.

"Thanks, Lao Wei, I owe you a favor."

Ke Ling is getting used to her newly installed prosthetic eye. It's a top brand, and the clarity is excellent.

"Take this, a gentle stimulant. It can enhance your nerve conduction in a short time and suppress the side effects of the prosthetic."

However, your body and prosthetic body integrate very well. If you don't feel any discomfort, you don't need to use it; just keep it with you just in case.

Old Wei handed Ke Ling a small bottle. Normally, after surgery, people have to take the medicine on time and in the correct dosage, but Ke Ling's body is a little different.

Ke Ling took the small bottle and put it directly into her pocket, emphasizing that she should strictly follow the doctor's orders and only use it when she felt unwell.

"Very good, finished."

Old Wei clapped his hands and left the operating table. Although he was performing minor surgeries, this was a completely different experience.

He thought to himself, "This place truly lives up to its name as the City of Night; all sorts of strange and wonderful things always seem to appear here."

This Ke Ling, is he probably someone who escaped from the lab of a biotechnology company or some other company?

Old Wei was certain that this level of physical modification was something he couldn't have done on his own; it was more like a freak bred from a young age in a large company's laboratory.

However, none of this concerns him, and he won't delve into Ke Ling's secrets. He has long since retired from the profession and is now just a prosthetic doctor.

"Old Wei, we're leaving."

After the prosthetic body was installed, Jack Wells said goodbye to Old Man Wesley and prepared to leave.

"Let's go, come find me if you have any problems."

Old Wei waved his hand; he was sitting in front of the small TV, watching a boxing match.

He used to be a boxer, a very top-level one, but he chose to retire because he didn't want to have too many prosthetics.

Goodbye, old Vivi.

Ke Ling replied politely, but just as he turned to leave, Lao Wei called him back.

"Ke Ling, it's best not to expose your body to too many people."

Old Wei couldn't help but chime in, reminding Ke Ling that, based on their initial meeting, he thought Ke Ling was a pretty good person.

"Don't worry, Old Wei, I'm only here to see you."

Ke Ling replied with a smile that he was of course aware of his physical condition, which was why he had specifically hinted to Jack Wells to bring him to see Old Wei.

"As long as you know."

Old Wei waved his hand and continued watching the boxing match. Even though he had retired, he couldn't change his hobby.

“Let’s go, now we need to sort out the identity issue. I’ll contact the priest; hopefully he’s still awake.”

After leaving Old Wei's clinic, Jack Wells did not stay at "Misty's Secret" to chat with Misty, but continued to accompany Ke Ling.

Ke Ling naturally had no objections, and the two took the subway back to the Heywood district.

"Find a priest to help? Are you sure it's okay?"

After getting off the subway, Ke Ling showed the appropriate level of confusion.

His act of going to see a priest and asking the priest to help him resolve his identity issue does sound like a truly absurd joke.

"Don't worry, the priest is different. He's Haywood's middleman, very powerful, and has met all sorts of people."

Jack Wells explained that the priest was also an old friend of his family, a connection that dates back to his mother, Mrs. Wells' generation.

Ke Ling didn't say anything and continued to follow Jack Wells. Then, the two arrived at a small church.

"Yes, it makes sense for the priest to live in the church."

Ke Ling quipped, "Luckily it wasn't real, otherwise I might have been a little scared."

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Chapter 23 There are so many people codenamed V

"Ha, the priest doesn't live here, we just arranged to meet here."

Jack Wells laughed; this priest wasn't going to be sitting in the church all the time.

The two chatted and laughed as they entered the church. In a confessional, they met the priest, a man about the same age as Mrs. Wells, who was already bald.

"Hi, Father, how have you been lately?"

Jack Wells treats everyone the same, acting like we're old friends.

Of course, he was indeed very familiar with the priest, who was a very caring elder to him.

"The usual, Jack."

The priest smiled and answered Jack Wells, then looked at Ke Ling.

"This is your new friend who needs to resolve his identity issue?"

His gaze lingered on Ke Ling's corner for a moment, but he didn't show any emotional reaction to it.

The old man had been a prominent figure in the underworld for many years. He used to be a key member and high-ranking member of the "Valentino Gang." Later, he changed careers and became a middleman. He had seen all kinds of people and things.

“That’s right, Ke Ling, new friend, let’s do it together.”

Jack Wells replied that he had nothing to hide from the priest, who would help him find work.

These cyber vagabonds in Night City mostly have to go through intermediaries to find work, because intermediaries provide a form of security.

For both the client who posts the task and the cyber wanderer who receives the task, the middleman is a safeguard that helps protect their interests.

The clients were afraid that the mercenaries would take the money and not do the work, or expose their secrets. The mercenaries were also afraid that the clients would not pay them after they finished the work, or even sell them outright.

With a reliable middleman, there can be more trust among people and less deceit and treachery.

"Hello, Father."

Ke Ling greeted the priest. He had a good impression of the middleman, an old-fashioned man trying to maintain order in Heywood.

The priest's name is Sebastian Ibarra, and in an era where young people are becoming increasingly rebellious and less concerned with tradition and honor, he continues to uphold these principles.

What kind of identity do you want?