After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

Looking back on the past, memories are like smoke.

The small operating room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. A young girl was lying on the operating table, her back had been cut open, and the severely damaged spine could be seen between the flesh and blood.

Gordon carefully lifted his glasses up with his shoulder to keep the gloves sterile. He looked at the little girl's broken spine and shook his head: "One arm is broken and the spine is also broken. How could you be beaten like this? Who is so cruel?"

Due to insufficient anesthesia drugs in the clinic, the little girl is currently only under local anesthesia, and judging from the constant cold sweat on her forehead, the anesthesia effect may not be complete.

She gritted her teeth tightly, her eyes were suppressed and cold, and she struggled to squeeze out a few words through her teeth: "Those dog police officers in the inner city beat me."

Gordon sighed: "You smuggled in, right? Where are your family members?"

The little girl said coldly: "Dead."

Gordon: "Both parents are dead?"

Little girl: "I only have a mother, but no father. The boy who gave birth to me is a dog at best."

Gordon: "You kid, if you say your father is a dog, then aren't you the son of a dog?"

The little girl said angrily: "Are you bothered? Do your surgery!"

"Oh, you're small, but you have a bad temper." Gordon smiled and didn't care about the little girl. He said with some regret, "Kid, to be honest, with your injuries, your spine and arms can't be saved. ”

The little girl fell into silence, and after a while she asked in a low voice: "Am I going to become disabled?"

Gordon deliberately asked: "If so, what are you going to do?"

The little girl said in a calm tone befitting her age: "It's not bad, just keep living."

Gordon continued to tease her: "Oh? We are all useless. Is it interesting to live like this?"

The little girl said calmly: "My mother sold her dignity to help me win my life. Even if it is for her, I will eat garbage and drink dirty water to survive."

Gordon's eyes showed approval, and his tone became brisk: "Okay, kid, just because of your will, I will get you two treasures today."

He used his elbow to open the mechanical packaging box that was hidden next to him, took out a pair of bionic spine and arms, and said: "General tube level 3 prosthesis, although it is the lowest-end product, can at least replace the damaged parts of the original body. , let you stand up."

He picked up the relevant tools and began to perform basic reconstruction surgery on the little girl's prosthetic body. He cut off parts of her original body and installed the corresponding prosthetic body.

During the whole process, even though the operating table was wet with sweat, the little girl remained silent. Her perseverance was so amazing that Gordon couldn't help but look at her with suspicion.

After the operation was completed, the little girl stayed in the clinic to rest, and the two barely spoke.

On the one hand, Gordon is very busy. Other injured patients often come to the clinic and need his treatment.

On the other hand, the little girl spent most of the time sleeping and recuperating. Only every time Gordon went to collect the rice bowl, the empty bowl indicated that she had woken up to eat.

A week later, the little girl was able to get out of bed. The first thing she said when she saw Gordon was: "Thank you, old man. I will remember the life-saving grace. This prosthetic body, including the surgery and medical expenses, ,How much is the total?"

Gordon shook his head: "It doesn't matter, you can pay me or not, you can go."

The little girl said directly: "Just answer whatever I ask you."

Gordon had long been accustomed to the little girl's straightforward temperament. He smiled briefly and said, "Total all the expenses, I'll give you one hundred thousand."

"I know." This number was extremely astonishing in the border area, but the little girl was not shocked by it. She just said lightly, "I can't get it out at once. I will pay it in installments over the past few years until it is all paid back."

Gordon smiled but did not take her words to heart.

He had heard too many similar words.

Many injured patients were so proud of their dignity that they promised to give him money before leaving home, but in the end very few of them came back with a fruit basket to see him.

Before the little girl left, Gordon seemed to remember something and asked aloud: "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

Little girl: "Dong dong."

"Dong dong?" Gordon laughed, "What a strange name this is."

The little girl raised her eyebrows: "Is it funny? Then laugh now, because you won't have such a chance in the future."

Gordon said curiously: "Oh? How do you say that?"

The little girl poked her heart, held her chin high and smiled: "Because one day, I will become famous."

"When the time comes, when I go down to the border and go up to Sky City, the whole world will know my name Dongdong. Everyone will only be in awe, and no one will laugh anymore."

In Crescent City's Rusty Wall District, due to the lack of official resettlement sites set up by the government, the border refugees who flocked to the inner city to seek refuge could only temporarily live on the streets.

During the previous evacuation, many refugees were injured. Some were minor injuries such as scratches and bumps. Some were attacked by ferocious animals and their limbs were mutilated.

These refugees from the border have no inner-city status and no money. Public hospitals that need to register cannot accept them, and private hospitals that prioritize revenue are unwilling to accept them. They can only stay helplessly on the streets.

Fortunately, with the help of volunteers, temporary medical areas have been set up in many streets, and nearby enthusiastic citizens and public welfare organizations have also brought some commonly used medicines for the treatment of the wounded among the refugees.

Among the volunteers, there were people from the inner city and those from the frontiers. Those with clinical experience were directly involved in the operation, while those with less experience were responsible for assisting, and the medical area was quickly put into operation.

At this time, Gordon was on the front line of treating the wounded.

He had listened to Wolf Raid's advice and sneaked into the inner city through the sewers early, thus avoiding this catastrophe by some combination of circumstances.

And when compatriots from the border areas poured into the inner city and were in urgent need of medical personnel, he stepped forward without hesitation.

The environment in the temporary medical area was far inferior to that of a hospital, or even worse than his small clinic on the border. The sanitary conditions were poor, medicines were scarce, and medical equipment was rudimentary.

But for the wounded, no matter how bad the environment is, it is better than sitting and waiting to die. Therefore, wounded people are constantly being sent here, and every doctor is overloaded.

Gordon was wearing a coat that had already been stained red by blood. There were wounded people lying on stretchers nearby, and groans filled the whole room.

Gordon was already old and had been treated continuously for too long. His furrowed brow was covered with sweat, and the tired bloodshot eyes made his eyeballs turn scarlet, but he did not dare to stop at all with his hands.

At this time, a doctor came in and said, "Old sir, you haven't rested for more than thirty hours. Let me do it instead."

Gordon shook his head and said hoarsely: "It's okay, you go help others."

After saying that, he was going to get the medicine.

The doctor stepped forward to stop him and advised: "Old sir, your hands are already shaking. If you continue to be brave, you are irresponsible for your own body and the injury. Go and rest."

Only then did Gordon realize that his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and it was difficult to hold the medicine bottle.