The Creators: From Night City

Mrs. Martinez's face became even more alert. She stretched out her hand to signal David to come over quickly, and protected David behind her like an old hen.

"That kind of relationship, I don't know him at all. Where did you find the doctor from?"

"You don't have to hide it, Mom. I don't mind you finding another one. Besides, he's a pretty good guy."

David's irrelevant words almost made the woman who worked in the body collection team go crazy. She struggled to get up from the bed and wanted to drag David out the door.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't even know him."

Jiang Bing was indifferent to this scene, or rather, Gloria's behavior at this moment was in line with the actual situation in Night City.

When you go to a hospital in Night City to save your life, the first thing you need to consider is how to save your life in the doctor's hands, and then you can consider how the doctor can save your life.

"It seems the operation was successful. You even have the strength to stand up."

Jiang Bing put his hands in his pockets. "Your spleen ruptured in the previous car accident. I replaced it with a 'Regeneration II' type produced by Biotech. It's not a good product, so you'll have to use it for now."

"As for your questions, just ask David slowly."

After saying these words, Jiang Bing turned around and slipped away, leaving space for the mother and son who survived the disaster to communicate slowly.

"By the way, now that you two are done chatting, please come over and check the bill."

Jiang Bing, who had gone and come back, stuck his head out and said.

After sufficient communication, David, with a depressed look on his face, followed his mother to the lobby of the black clinic and saw that the colorful cockscomb that had been rescued earlier had woken up from anesthesia.

Jiang Bing had examined him earlier and found that he had no disease, but had been given a large dose of anesthetic.

It was obvious that there was a story behind this, but no one present cared.

Cockscomb was left on a recliner in the waiting area and didn't wake up until noon.

The large dose of anesthetics gave him symptoms similar to a hangover, but this guy was surprisingly careless. At this moment, he was lying on a recliner with his head covered, defenselessly trying to wake up from the anesthesia, and he didn't care at all that he was in an unfamiliar environment.

This is also a typical characteristic of Night City residents.

The past has given him strong nerves. As long as he is not dead, he can be content and live a happy life even if he lies in a garbage dump.

"The chat is over."

Jiang Bing stopped disassembling the mantis knife in his hand and looked at the mother and son.

He is always restless and is used to seizing every opportunity to become stronger.

"The bill is on the table, both of you take a look."

David helped his frail mother sit down and reached out to pick up the visitor data pad on the table.

"What, so many!"

After glancing at the "medical expenses" above, poor David cried out even poorer.

Gloria took the data tablet and examined it carefully, her already pale face turning even paler.

"Mr. Saber, first of all, thank you for saving my life. But a basic bionic internal organ prosthesis from Biotech shouldn't cost 37000 euros, right?"

"Of course." Jiang Bing, who had changed his job to become a black-hearted doctor, replied.

"3000 euros is enough for the prosthesis and surgery. The rest is the money I earned from snatching people from the hands of death."

"Any questions?"

Facing the creditor's death gaze, Gloria still struggled to resist under the urging of poverty.

"It wouldn't cost 34000 euros to hire a strong team of edgewalkers to rescue someone from the scavengers."

Poor Mrs. Martinez retorted weakly.

"Who said you were saving yourself? This is money for two people."

"I don't even know that idiot, so his share can't be counted on me."

Mrs. Martinez glanced at Cockscomb, who was still moaning on the recliner, and said bluntly.

"not him."

Jiang Bing glanced at David who was diligently pouring water for his mother.

Gloria Martinez looked at her son lovingly, was silent for a moment, and sighed.

"You're right, it's two people."

"Hmm, thank you for your patronage. 37000 Euros."

Mrs. Martinez looked embarrassed. "I don't have that much money right now, Mr. Sabur, but don't worry, I will pay you back soon."

She lied.

In order to pay for David's tuition at Arasaka Academy, she relied on the income from the corpse collection team and was very frugal all day long. Naturally, she couldn't afford such a large sum of money as she was willing to dig for food in the dirt.

What's more, because she had been absent from work for several consecutive days, she had received a text message notification of her dismissal from the city government when she woke up.

Now, even the way to make money by taking advantage of his position to collect corpses and resell prosthetic parts from them has been cut off.

Thinking of this, she, who had raised David alone and believed that there was no difficulty he could not overcome, could not help but feel bitter at the corners of her mouth and depressed in her heart.

Having just escaped death from the scavengers, he was forced into a dead end by the cannibalistic society of Night City.

"Let's pay it first."

Jiang Bing's words were like a rain from heaven, instantly moistening Mrs. Martinez's dry heart. She could hardly believe that there was a doctor in Night City who was willing to let patients pay on credit.

If Jiang Bing could hear her inner voice, he would definitely tell her, yes!

Not only that, there are at least two in Night City right now.

"You've been unconscious for a few days, so you must have lost your job. But even if you weren't fired, you wouldn't be able to go."

Jiang Bing continued to attack.

"Although the prosthetic I gave you is the best I have, it's also secondhand. Of course, it's not a particularly good thing in itself. It can only barely keep your body functioning, and you can't perform strenuous activities. To be on the safe side, it's best to replace it with a better one."

"I know, I know," Mrs. Martinez muttered to herself, defeated by the series of blows.

"Or, I should drop out of Arasaka and find some lucrative job first." David expressed his opinion.

"no!"

Mrs. Martinez reacted violently.

"I worked so hard to get you into Arasaka so you could have a good future and not live your life like me, struggling in this quagmire all day long."

"I'm still short of a nurse. You worked in the municipal government's treatment team before, so you should have enough medical experience to be qualified."

The kind-hearted Mr. Jiang couldn't bear to see the poor people in such misery, so he hypocritically spoke up to stop the two from arguing.

At the same time, he was secretly delighted at the smooth progress of his plan to join Liangshan.

After much consideration, Mrs. Martinez finally accepted the job. After all, there was no better way out at the moment.

But she cannot take up the position immediately now. No matter how advanced the level of prosthetic transformation is in the cyberpunk world, it is impossible to make a person who has just had his internal organs replaced live a life full of energy.

She still needs a few days of rest.

After the matter was settled, Jiang Bing waved to David, who had a complicated expression on his face, to take his mother back to the ward to rest.

Jiang Bing came up to the man with cockscomb hair, looked at him silently, and thought about how to deal with this burden.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I have no money, at least not now." The cockscomb-haired guy, who was at least conscious, groaned.

"I can also owe it first."

Jiang Bing opened his pupils and checked them. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he picked up a stool and sat down.

"Tell me, who did you offend that made them do such a ruthless thing? Instead of shooting you in the back and putting an end to it, they went to the trouble of drugging you and handing you over to the scavengers. They're afraid you'll die too quickly."

The guy with the cockscomb haircut struggled to sit up, but the excessive amount of anesthetic made his hands and feet still unable to move.

"You might not believe this, but I'm a reporter. The person who did this was Christopher Miller, the director of Sun Valley Hospital. This wicked bastard found out I was investigating his shady dealings with the scavengers, and he hired someone to knock me out. He's even trying to sell me to the scavengers. What a fucking bastard."

The man with the cockscomb haircut spat violently, then wiped it off awkwardly under Jiang Bing's death gaze.

"I don't think you're as noble and upright as you say. You're a paparazzi, aren't you?"

Seeing that his lie was easily exposed, the man with the cockscomb haircut smiled awkwardly.

“Freelance journalists are still journalists.”

Jiang Bing ignored his excuse.

"Someone paid you to dig up dirt on that idiotic dean named Christopher Miller, and you didn't do it well enough to ruin yourself?"

"Well, you could say that."

Jiang Bing said with a nonchalant expression, "Alright, Mr. 'noble' reporter, I'm not interested in hearing all this nonsense. Hurry up and give me something substantial as my reward for carrying you out of that den of wolves. Otherwise, the scavengers can remove your kidneys, but there's no reason why a prosthetic doctor like me can't do the same."

Perhaps the pressure from Jiang Bing was too strong, and the paparazzi with cockscomb hair begged for mercy loudly as if he was about to be raped.

"I really don't have any money. You have no idea how much trouble it is to track that idiot dean. He just hangs out in those high-end places all day long. The deposits paid by buyers are not enough to cover the entrance fees. Besides, I have to spend a lot of money to find middlemen to buy information about the scavengers he is dealing with."

The man with the cockscomb haircut seemed to have hit a sore spot when he said this, and he was filled with grief and indignation: "The work isn't even finished yet, and I've already lost all my belongings. Now my pockets are cleaner than my face. If I don't get the balance, I might as well be cut into pieces by the street sweepers."

When Jiang Bing heard that the paparazzi had information about the scavengers, his eyes lit up. Since this group of people could connect with medical institutions, they must be quite large and had long wanted to make a big move. It was just like they had found a pillow when they were sleepy.

No wonder people hate those who ask for help, but everyone still wants to do it.

He immediately grabbed the cockscomb and stretched out his hand, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Where is this information you mentioned?"

Bring it to you!

Chapter 10: Mankind's Greatest Achievement

Under Jiang Bing's physical persuasion, the tearful paparazzi could only copy all the data from the brain-computer to the blank chip provided by Jiang Bing.

It was as if Cockscomb Head, who had handed over all his property, changed his attitude drastically and tried his best to encourage Jiang Bing to complete the commission with him, and then they would split the balance 55-55.

Jiang Bing originally looked down on this petty job. He only wanted to get the intelligence of this large scavenger gang, and then put on [Power] and shoot them all.

But as Cockscomb Head explained, Jiang Bing came up with a new idea.

The paparazzi with the cockscomb haircut, whose real name is William Johnson, was hired, as Jiang Bing guessed, by Brian Scott, who is also a shareholder of Sun Valley Medical.

This kid's father had just passed away, and he took over the position. Before he even secured his position, he was already thinking about digging up some dirty laundry so that he could bring down Christopher Miller, the dean, at the shareholders' meeting.

However, the money he offered was too little, and the people he hired were not very capable. At the same time, his understanding of his own situation was not very accurate. The cunning dean had probably been keeping an eye on him for a long time. Not only did he cause William to suffer a setback, but he himself would probably face a reckoning soon.

Of course, the above are all William's guesses, but this kind of plot is too common in Night City, and the routine remains the same no matter how many times it is repeated, so you can guess it almost right.

After listening to everything William said, Jiang Bing suddenly realized that this was a very good entry point.

A good opportunity to change careers and become a "middleman".

Although the cyborg doctor develops faster than the garbage man, the middleman has more weight and access to more resources. He has been planning to switch to a middleman for a long time, but has never had a suitable opportunity. Now is the right time.

Considering that he is a native person without any prosthetic body, it is best not to be active in front of many cyberpunks and all kinds of customers.

As a craftsman, if you want to become stronger, you must devote your energy to accumulating knowledge and honing your manufacturing capabilities.

Wasting a lot of time on intrigues with various parties is tantamount to going in the wrong direction.

Therefore, hiding behind the scenes and being the mastermind behind the scenes is undoubtedly the best option.

As for the choice of puppet sitting on the dragon throne, there is a perfect option in the ward right now.

Then, Jiang Bing, who had transformed into the idea king of Night City, spread his hands towards William on the recliner and began his lobbying.

"Listen, William John, I have a plan, a big plan!"

……

Soon, under Jiang Bing's emotional and logical persuasion, William Johnson left the clinic half-believing and half-doubting with his big plan, and tried to find a way to contact Brian Scott.

In the ward behind the clinic.

"What, let me be the middleman?" Mrs. Martinez said excitedly.

"Mr. Sabul, do you know what a middleman is?"

"Of course." Jiang Bing said confidently.

"Middlemen, the kings of Night City's underground, are the bridge connecting clients with marginalized individuals. They are smugglers, organizers, and information dealers. For a fee, they can help you do anything, including burglary, assassination, kidnapping, trafficking, or any other illegal activity you can imagine."

Seeing that Jiang Bing had a clear understanding of the concept of middleman, Mrs. Martinez added: