Chapter 171 Why do we take so long to talk about serious matters (Thanks to the leader of the ‘Third Emperor Guilliman’)

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"It hurts, it hurts."

V closed his eyes tightly and muttered in pain.

She raised her left hand to touch her forehead, and felt a cold and hard touch. The abnormal warmth aroused her alertness.

V tried his best to open his confused eyes, and found in front of him a mechanical prosthetic hand, which showed a silver metallic luster under the light.

She used her thoughts and tried to clench her fists.

The metal palm immediately clenched into an iron fist, and strong force came from it, like a natural chimeric arm.

In addition to not being able to feel hot or cold, this mechanical prosthetic hand can fulfill any of her thoughts and intentions.

V opened his metal fingers again, starting from his fingertips and looking along the entire prosthetic palm to his forearm.

I don’t know when.

Her left forearm has been completely replaced by a mechanical prosthetic arm. The connection between the machine and the muscles is so tight that even the meticulously buried threads can be seen.

V raised his right arm again and placed his left and right hands in front of his eyes for comparison.

One side is mechanical, the other is native.

The silver mechanical hand is hard and fierce, and the fibrous original hand is slender and smooth, with bruises that have not dissipated.

What's going on?

Her head was dizzy at the moment.

V only remembered stealing subnet Poseidon data at Badi Hotel, and suddenly encountered the impact of an unknown object falling. The aftermath caused her serious injuries, and she was pressed under the gravel and fainted. She can't remember much of what happened after that.

clear.

But the brain can still vaguely recall some scenes.

A black mechanical figure seems to be called a hammer.

Right!

Adam Hammer!

Think of this.

V felt a surge of anger welling up in his brows. The load on his dizzy brain had reached its limit, and the pain after the anesthesia wore off hit him again.

"Hmm"

After a few seconds of waiting for the headache to subside, V looked around and found himself lying on the operating table chair.

This is a prosthetic clinic with a bright red light, equipped with all kinds of medical equipment.

Not far away in front of the counter, an old man in sunglasses was sitting alone, wearing light blue work clothes, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, staring at the electronic screen on the table.

V guessed from his dress that this uncle should be the doctor of this prosthetic clinic.

In addition to the doctor from the prosthetic clinic, there was also an icy blue light rainbow figure that attracted her attention.

It was a silver-haired girl, leaning against the gate of the clinic, with a pair of deep neon pupils looking out the door, with dried blood still on her fingers.

V didn't recognize the other two at all and had no impression of them in his memory.

She lay on her side on the operating table chair, propped up half her body on her elbows, feeling a little embarrassed.

All wounds on her body have been bandaged, and the prosthetic arm implantation surgery has been completed. Various circumstances indicate that she received treatment at this prosthetic clinic.

But she didn't know the two of them, and she was still in a coma. She didn't know what happened the whole time.

Countless doubts, apologies, gratitude and other emotions were gathered in her mind, and she felt that her brain's CPU was almost overloaded and could not run anymore.

Old V was still staring at the electronic tablet alone. Lucy leaned against the door and remained silent. Neither of them had any intention of paying attention to V.

She had just woken up and didn't know what to do. She was stunned on the operating table chair.

After a while.

Lao Wei noticed that V woke up and regained consciousness, and reminded him while looking at the screen.

"Now is not the time to show off, you still need more rest."

V endured the pain of the wound and smiled reluctantly: "Thank you, I'm much better now."

"That's good." Lao Wei replied simply.

V is a little confused about the current situation and why the prosthetic doctor doesn't mention the cost of treatment.

According to common sense, if the patient is successfully treated, then payment should be made.

Especially for this kind of rescue that has not been negotiated in advance, it is easier for prosthetic doctors to raise prices and make excessive price demands.

But the person in front of me not only didn't mention money, but also reminded him to get more rest, which was a bit weird.

Judging from the medical treatment and prosthetic arm implantation, the cost of such exquisite medical skills and high-quality prostheses is definitely not low.

V, who had always been on the streets and was accustomed to the scene, always felt that something was not right. There might be good people in Night City, but she would not be the one he would meet.

But no matter how she said it, the other party saved people first, and she definitely recognized this favor, so she expressed her attitude by thanking him first.

"Thanks."

After thanking him, V asked tentatively: "How do you charge for this?"

She was not worried about encountering a shady doctor who would raise the price. After all, the other party had already taken the initiative to treat her. If she was looking for money from the beginning, there would be no need for such trouble.

What she was worried about was that she was so short of money that she simply couldn't afford serious medical expenses, which made her a joke.

Now she is already deeply in debt, and there is really no guarantee that she can pay off the credit.

Lao Wei didn't even raise his head and said bluntly: "Don't worry about the cost, someone has already taken care of it for you."

Someone paid in advance?

Is there such a philanthropist in Night City?

But he still met him?

V immediately realized that something was wrong, and then endured his headache and tried to recall the previous details.

Copying data, Voodoo Gang, Building Collapse, Draman.

Oh, right!

A black taxi, it should be Delamain

She remembered some vague fragments, when she was taken out of the ruins and put into a black Draman.

Who is it?

She vaguely remembered leaning her head in the other person's arms and smearing the blood from her mouth and nose on his body, staining his black coat and white shirt.

Remembered!

Suit!

A man in a suit appeared at that time, and it was he who dragged him out of the rubble and carried him into the Delamain taxi.

It seemed that the silver-haired girl was also beside her, holding the wound to stop the bleeding.

Later, V was completely fragmented, and when I woke up, I was lying here.

The man in the suit must have paid for her medical expenses. No wonder such a precious prosthetic arm was put on as soon as he asked. I bet every stitch in it was her life.

Where is the good person? In the end, she is not the one who is in debt.

V suddenly felt like crying without tears.

The mission was messed up, the forearm was lost, and the debt was still in debt. How many years and months will it take to pay it off?

If she hadn't been missing an arm and it was hard to work, she would have wanted to remove it and give it to the prosthetist.

V asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, how much is this prosthetic arm worth?"

Lao Wei then turned around on the sliding stool and explained in a hoarse voice: "Your left arm is in some serious condition. It is an emergency traumatic prosthetic implant. In order to ensure accurate nerve sensing, you have been given synapses."

Extended enhancement.”

"In addition, your physical condition is very good. In order to cope with more complex scenes in the future, titanium bionic bones and high-energy micro-rotor have been installed to give your left arm both strength and lightning speed."

"If you are in the mercenary profession, you will inevitably have to fight and kill. Finally, I gave you a thermal mantis knife and a smart connection."

"Anyway, the good guy has given you everything."

Lao Wei seems to be very satisfied with his work. When talking about this functional composite prosthetic arm, there is a touch of pride in his tone.

He is a person who loves what he does. From being a boxer to becoming a prosthetist, he has always practiced his basic skills to the best.

"." After V listened to the introduction, when he looked at his left arm again, his whole body became uncomfortable. Is it possible that a diamond arm was embedded in his body? How much would it cost?

In the second half of my life, I not only have to pay for a car loan and a house loan, but now I also have an additional hand loan.

But now that things have come to this, V can only accept everything calmly.
To be continued...