The Creators: From Night City

"Cyberpsychosis." This term that makes people shudder was uttered by Qiwei, who felt extremely detached from everything.

The words passed through the cold metal mask, sending chills down one's spine.

Jiang Bing let go of his hand and looked at Mann who remained motionless in the same position.

"Excuse me, but how many times the normal dosage of suppressants have you used in the past week?"

Mann slowly withdrew his arm and fell into an uncomfortable silence.

"This question doesn't seem to be related to the mission, right?"

Jiang Bing withdrew his arm and sat back in his chair.

"Of course it matters. I'm protecting my own rights and interests. This is related to whether the mission can be successfully completed."

"I think, as a client, I am entitled to know this issue."

Jiang Bing's tone was not pleasant, but considering the generous commission for this mission, it was undoubtedly normal.

Dolio looked at the silent Mann. As his partner, she was naturally aware of Jiang Bing's problem after spending every day with him. So after a moment of silence, she answered Mann's employer's question in a heavy tone.

"Four times."

"Mann!" Rebecca almost rushed off the mobile bed and shouted at Mann.

"What's the matter, Mann, why have you never mentioned any of this?"

"No, it's not that exaggerated. I just feel a little uncomfortable." Mann's tone was already filled with uneasiness and hesitation.

"You have to downgrade your prosthesis, Mann!" Dolio advised with concern, just like in the past.

"No, Dolio, you know how hard it has been for us to get to where we are now. I must ensure my fighting ability."

"Even if you develop cyberpsychosis?!" Dolio demanded.

Mann's lower lip trembled, but then he became firm. "No, Dolio, at most I'll need to inject more inhibitors. I know my own body best. I can hold on."

"Snapped."

Jiang Bing closed the box containing the Sian Westin prosthesis and threw it to Pila beside him.

"No, you don't."

Jiang Bing denied it without a doubt.

"In fact, you don't need to install this thing. These prosthetics on your body are almost killing you."

"Also, I believe you're questioning the competence of the best cybersurgeon in Santo Domingo, and indeed in all of Night City."

Jiang Bing's pride as a "craftsman" was aroused by Mann.

Of course, he would never admit that he was itching to take action against Mann, a rare specimen on the verge of cyberpsychosis and collapse.

Laboratory mice are expensive, not to mention they are so unique.

Jiang Bing took the lead, walked past Mann and headed towards the operating room.

"Come on, let's see how you are doing now."

Even though Mann resisted in every way, he still reluctantly lay on the operating table under the pressure of all the team members.

It’s not that he was worried that Jiang Bing wanted to steal his kidneys. Not to mention that his entire team was here, the deposit Jiang Bing had just given was enough to buy half a truck of kidneys from a scavenger.

His resistance was purely due to fear and reluctance to seek medical treatment.

The body is as strong as a brown bear, making the prosthetic operating table seem a little small.

Because of the large number of prosthetics implanted in his body, Mann's body has become unnaturally over-inflated.

Heavy subcutaneous armor, 'Hundred Fists' full metal chest modification, titanium alloy skull patch, projectile arm, ballistic co-processor, adrenaline circulation pump, and King Train tendon.

These various prosthetic modifications almost hollowed out half of Mann's flesh, turning him into a half-robot that was a mixture of flesh and blood and machinery.

With Jiang Bing's skillful hands, the encapsulated shells of these combat prostheses were quickly opened, exposing the sophisticated mechanical components inside, making it easier for further inspection and maintenance.

In this state, Mann, with many of his prosthetic parts disassembled, looked like a shrimp with its thread just removed.

These prosthetic bodies that are highly similar to human limbs trigger the "uncanny valley" effect, appearing extremely terrifying under the light.

But everyone present had become accustomed to it, and even felt a little sad.

In fact, apart from the crazy people in the "Whirlpool Gang", most people in the cyberpunk world would not have the idea of ​​​​cyborg worship.

Everyone, including Mann, clearly understood that replacing the original body with a cold prosthetic body was not a good thing.

Cyberpsychosis, like the sword of Damocles, has been hanging over everyone's head since the first prosthesis was implanted.

But no one has a choice.

Pila jumped up and down, telling all kinds of dirty jokes, trying to liven up the somewhat dull atmosphere.

However, under Jiang Bing's manipulation, his body was gradually fixed, he became silent, and finally almost turned into a statue.

Only insiders can truly understand what kind of perverted techniques are hidden in the seemingly simple operations of the big guys.

Rebecca rushed to Pyrrha's side, gently poked Pyrrha and asked, "How's it going, brother? Can you see your level?"

Pila, who has always claimed to be the technical expert in the team, naturally has some expertise in prosthetics.

Facing Rebecca's questions and everyone's concerned looks, Pyrrha awkwardly rubbed her head with her long arms.

"I can't tell exactly how awesome he is, but I can only say he's much better than Lucas."

Lucas is a cyborg doctor in a black clinic in Watson District. He has a good reputation among the edgewalkers and Mann's team cooperates with him a lot.

"cut!"

Everyone expressed contempt.

Invisible perception flowed out from Jiang Bing's hands, skillfully permeating Mann's entire prosthetic body.

In Jiang Bing's perception, a large number of disharmonious points are as clear as observing the lines on the palm of your hand.

Jiang Bing read out the names of numerous medical instruments, including nano-knife, single-molecule bone saw, medical strong magnetic clip, multi-function wrench, and medical drill, and Gloria, acting as the instrument nurse, handed them over one by one.

Unlike general prosthetic surgery, the operation on Mann was more like a major overhaul of the robot.

A large number of worn-out micro-accessories were replaced; the smelly and black tissue fluid was extracted and replaced with fresh one; the minor deformations suffered by the numerous prostheses during combat were corrected; various tiny bone fragments and metal fragments that were stuck in the gaps of the prostheses due to injuries were removed; key components that had not been maintained for a long time were removed, soaked in the corresponding maintenance fluid, and then put back in the original place; the unreasonable layout of the various prostheses caused by long time, multiple times, and the inadequate skills of the prostheses doctor were adjusted one by one by Jiang Bing to straighten out the structure.

A large number of discordant points were resolved one by one, and the medical waste cleared from the prosthesis slowly filled up the storage tray.

This old car of MAN, which had not been maintained for decades, was thoroughly cleaned by Jiang Bing this time.

It took Jiang Bingcai several hours to complete this operation, which was the most labor-intensive and challenging since he became a prosthetics doctor.

To ordinary people, the length of the operation and the complicated procedures, which were enough to exhaust a person, made Jiang Bing feel refreshed, as if he had drunk a bottle of cold cola in the dog days of summer.

Finally, all the prostheses were disinfected again and the corresponding drivers independently optimized by Jiang Bing were updated.

Live together!

Dozens of minutes passed.

Mann woke up from anesthesia when Rebecca shouted, "Mann, wake up!"

Shouldering the responsibility of the entire team, he felt that he had not had such a good sleep in a long time.

This made him feel like he was back in his childhood. Even though life was hard, he felt relaxed without the heavy responsibilities.

Not only did his soul feel relieved as if a burden had been lifted, Mann soon noticed specific changes in his body.

The first was smoothness. Repeatedly grasping the metal left hand and moving his limbs, Mann felt that all the prosthetics were as smooth to operate as his own natural limbs, unlike before, when there always seemed to be a layer of awkwardness between them.

The second feeling was comfort. The dull pain accumulated from countless battles and injuries had now disappeared, and the body seemed to have regained the vitality of its youth.

Finally, I felt relaxed, as if some burdens had been lifted invisibly. The oppressive feeling that came faintly from deep within my nerves and flesh, like a dark cloud covering the sky, finally disappeared without a trace, and I felt as relaxed as a new life.

The prosthesis has not changed, but Mann firmly believes that his current combat effectiveness is far beyond what it was before.

"woke up."

Jiang Bing looked up from the data board filled with complex schematics.

"How long has it been since you've had maintenance done? And those implant modifications you've made, they must have been installed by some butcher. Not only are they a complete mess, but the overall layout is completely unbearable. Just based on this, if you're not going crazy, who would be?"

Like an artist with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, Jiang Bing was a little angry after he had just finished revising his inferior work.

Mann, who always appears to be a tough guy and always keeps his word, unexpectedly gave in to Jiang Bing for the first time.

"Mr. Sabul, my tone was indeed a bit harsh earlier. Thank you for your help."

After all, as a marginal walker who makes a living by prosthetics, it is difficult for him not to change after experiencing Jiang Bing's extraordinary prosthetic transformation skills.

"Regarding the issue of prosthetics, I can only say that not everyone has the luxury of working for a large company. When it comes to prosthetic modifications, you can hire a whole laboratory of scientists to work with you."

Mann continued with a somewhat bleak expression, "Everyone understands what you're talking about. People like us, marginalized people from the lower classes, are like stray dogs. Finding a prosthetics doctor who's interested in money and not our lives, and installing the prosthetics smoothly, is a real challenge."

These heartfelt words made everyone feel something in their body and soul.

"Pira's arm was damaged by nerve growth caused by an unreliable prosthetic surgeon. He had no choice at the time and was happy to have a makeshift one."

When Pyrrha heard Mann talking about him, he quickly stretched out his arms, which almost reached his calves, to show off his biceps, looking nonchalant.

"Actually, this is better, cooler, more flexible, and easier to shoot down. Hahaha."

"What a damn world." The elderly Falco, squatting on the side, suddenly cursed.

As the team leader, Mann naturally could not sit idly by and watch the team atmosphere become negative, so he cheered up and boosted morale.

"At least thanks to Mr. Sabul's support, I feel much better now."

Jiang Bing began to pour cold water on him: "The surgery just now only relieved the pressure of these prosthetics on your body, so that you can use fewer injections of inhibitors. As long as you plan to continue to install prosthetics in your body, cyberpsychosis will eventually find you."

Everyone was moved by Jiang Bing's words. After all, except Jiang Bing, everyone present had prosthetic bodies with different functions.

And no one can guarantee that other prostheses will not be installed in the future.

In fact, as long as they continue to choose the path of edgewalkers, continuing to install prosthetics in their bodies is an inevitable result.

"However, although cyberpsychosis cannot be completely avoided, there are already treatments available."

Jiang Bing's shocking remarks exposed a secret known only to a small elite group.

"Even every big company has its own treatment method, but the lower class can't access it and can't afford it at all."

"Otherwise, how do you think those lunatics in the Terrorist Squad were recruited?"

Dolio was concerned about Mann's health, so she tried to find out from Jiang Bing.

"Mr. Sable, I was wondering if you could..."

Jiang Bing didn't wait for her to finish her words, and with the arrogance of a "craftsman", he made a concise and clear promise.

"Have."

Chapter 24 Electromagnetic Gun Youth Edition

Day two.

As agreed, Mann and his crew went to the Coronado Ranch to meet up with their employer.

The two-month mission officially begins today, and the first thing to do at the beginning of the mission is to escort a truck of supplies to Badlands Base No. 6 under armed escort.

So in addition to the two Villefort Curtis V5000s from yesterday, there was also a Thunder Mackinaw Larrimore.

This is Falco's favorite car, which contains the luggage of seven people.

Following the navigation, the three cars had just run over a garbage dump and turned into the street when they saw an old-looking Mehr MT28 Coach minibus parked at the target point.

David and Jiang Bing were continuously loading things into the car. Mrs. Martinez had just replaced her advanced spleen prosthesis with one from the Body Quality Company, so she couldn't help much for the time being. She could only lead Haley to cheer her up.

To be honest, this scene is a bit like the scene in an old American TV series where a family of four is getting ready to go out for an outing.

Just ignore the two boxes of grenades David is holding in his arms.

Everyone got off the bus, and Pira was the first to run to the front of the minibus to look inside.

Most of the seats on this bus, which was originally used to carry people, have been removed, leaving a spacious space.

The interior of the vehicle is reinforced with thick steel plates, and movable shooting holes are specially reserved at the windows.

This car was modified by Jiang Bing a long time ago. When he was a garbage man, it was used as a truck for Jiang Bing to transfer supplies between various bases.

We also loaded a few trucks with Yiqi 150 and had Jiang Bing pull them all over the bad land to dump the goods.

Although those business trips did not make much money, it could not erase the honor of being Jiang Bing's number one hero.