My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 62 061: Subcutaneous Armor Surgery

【Eden City-Eastern District Underground Clinic】

"Welcome back, Superman."

Rhian Randall removed the shadowless lamp, revealing his familiar bald head, and then turned up the surgical goggles. "Are you religious? I'm sorry to disappoint you. Little angels are definitely not as reliable as old men like me."

John wanted to get up but couldn't move, he was so weak.

"Hey, hey, hey, the value is jumping."

Ryan's auxiliary robotic arm was covered in blood.

"I haven't had an all-night operation for a long time. I'm not sure I can get you back without taking drugs... So don't mess around. There are still propofol residues. It's normal for you to feel dizziness and phantom pain in your limbs. "

"Why am I here?"

John's mind was gradually regaining consciousness.

【Чтозачёрт!（FUCK）】

The prosthetic eye plug-in translated a Russian sentence.

John turned his head towards the source of the sound and saw Thalia sitting on a metal stool with her legs spread apart, half of her arm in a cast.

"Later, Nando brought a group of people to pick us up, and everyone in the camp who could treat illnesses rushed to the scene to save you. What happened?"

Thalia raised the bottle and filled it.

"The first thing you said when you woke up was to run away, muttering that you were going to the East End to find Ryan Randall. How the hell do I know who Randall is? Nando didn't agree to transfer you to a hospital, but your injuries It’s very serious. I think the surgical environment in the camp is definitely not as good as in the city..."

Thalia stole John out.

She used John's body to unlock the biological lock of Silver Cavalry 577, and drove her supercar directly to the most prosperous area in the East District. With both the gun and the money, a poisonous insect could bring them to the door of Li'an's store.

Li An sneered twice after hearing this.

He pulled his bottle from Thalia's hand.

"It's so touching. The actual situation is 10,000 times worse than this. I don't know if this beautiful Russian girl has a brain. She traveled half a city with an intubated patient, and you almost died in the passenger seat of your own supercar. Do you know?"

Thalia had nothing to say in reply.

Her prosthetic eyes flickered, as if Nando had called back, she pursed her lips and left the room to go to the corridor to quarrel.

John was not impressed.

He adjusted the height of the operating chair and saw the dense surgical incisions and the piles of bloody cotton balls.

“How bad am I?”

"You plug in the data cable and see the scan results yourself. Burns, fractures, two broken sniper shrapnel were removed from the chest, the circuit of the device was interfered with, and the connection to the nervous system showed signs of disconnection..."

The doctor suddenly laughed twice.

"When I was at Nocturne, I often received patients with excessive electric shocks, and you were obviously more perverted. Don't touch the gauze with your hands. The skin underneath has been burned, and I haven't replaced you with artificial leather yet."

"why?"

"Because of this, I want to ask for your opinion."

Ryan knocked on the metal table.

There is a giant sealed box with Plato's logo on it.

[Prosthesis: Subdermal Armor [Plato UFP]]

[Part: epidermal system]

[Function: The finished product is widely used in the experimental stage. It strengthens the bonding of skin cells, making it difficult to penetrate. It has significant bullet damage reduction and blood vessel protection effects. 】

Nando came to the clinic.

He was really afraid that John would be tortured to death by Thalia, so he sent this gift after confirming with Ryan that he was out of danger.

It is also a task reward.

Lian tested the things:
The products of Plato Laboratory are works used to convince the board of directors. Generally speaking, they will be the best quality and performance of this product. Even if they are put into factories for mass production in the future, they will cut corners due to "various factors".

"It's really good stuff."

Ryan was calm. "But can you handle it?"

The doctor didn't know John's specific situation, but he knew that most cyberpsychotic patients died from rejection of the implant.

John’s symptoms were different from those he had seen:
The mood is stable and the indicators are normal.

There is no continued proliferation of scar tissue, recovery after surgery is normal, and there is no abnormal pain or inflammation in surrounding tissues.

John decided to have surgery.

The only thing he was worried about was that the black light would go on a rampage and drain his body dry. The symptoms of cyberpsychosis were all kinds of weird, but he had never heard of anything similar to his own.

"I've suffered several losses. I've long wanted to install subcutaneous armor. The only thing that makes me unsure is the quality of the prosthetic body. I don't want to have frequent surgeries. The other thing is what you said last time...what's wrong with the body? Up?"

"Awe."

"more or less."

"Really, use less street products, and don't easily install implants from unknown sources. After all, scavengers have no moral bottom line. They only use new ones for their own use. Have you heard of it? The original owner may not have even cooled down when I sold it to you."

Ryan has been a doctor for many years.

He has seen many cases of severe rejection after replacement of prostheses, even leading to blindness and hemiplegia.

"Now that you've decided, get ready to get started."

Ryan started doing pre-operative work.

"This implantation area is very large, and most of your skin will be transplanted. If you pursue high-end, I will use the best artificial leather on the market for you. By the way... Do you want to replace the gun by the way? I stole it from Nocturne There are several good models.”

"Fuck you, you're addicted to playing with sculptures, aren't you?"

"Haha, if you don't want me, I'll just sell it to someone else. The operation will take a while, and I'll re-inject you with propofol. After you get some sleep, tell me your last words as soon as possible. I won't sign any security agreement for the patient."

“Do emergency insurance provisions really work?”

John asked seriously.

The doctor sneered twice. "You are quite humorous."

He opened the sealed box, took out the implant inside, and soaked it in buffer solution before surgery.

"You have used implants from different companies, some are good and some are bad. Long-term use of a specific brand will cause the organ to adapt. Over time, you can only use products from a specific company."

"Is there any solution?"

"Renew the organs. Oh, there will be side effects over time. Long-term use of synthetic replacement organs will change the chemicals in the brain."

"Do you have to fucking scare me again?"

"If you are scared, just be a normal person quietly and keep your distance from your big brothers."

"Then, like you, you become a dog for the powerful, locked up in a whorehouse and wasting your time by getting drunk all day long. You pass out at the last second before the night shift radio station jumps. The super-sensory chip causes your mind to become dizzy. You recall that you passed each other when you were young. The sweet dreams and opportunities you have lived, do you regret that you didn’t have the courage to pick up a gun that night?”

John spoke ventingly for a long time.

He was actually speaking to himself. The long-term pressure and the awe of transformation and upgrading were always lingering in his heart.

Rian turned his back to the operating chair and said nothing.

He quietly adjusted the things in his hands - high-precision nanosurgery kits, Gaia cell antibiotics, intravenous probes and other mechanical equipment.

"call--"

John shook his head.

"I'm sorry, doctor, I'm not angry at you."

"After you're done with the bad mouth, let's calm down and think carefully, right? If you take this path, you're destined to end badly."

"I want to live freely..."

Before John finished speaking, he felt dizzy, and his consciousness seemed to have been shattered by a hammer.

"Go well."

Rian turned around wearing white gloves, pressed confirmation on the tablet, walked closer and placed the respirator on his mouth.

John had a lot of scary stories floating around in his head.

He has seen crime scenes where ghouls ripped out hearts and lungs, operating tables stained with blood and rust, and dead bodies.

The doctor raised the scalpel.

"It's your own fault, John. You took too many drugs and developed an immunity. You can't fall asleep completely."

Rian bent down and cut into him.

"Don't worry, the pain blocker is already in effect. There will be no reaction when the knife cuts across it. It will just...well, how should I put it? It's scary. I can only imagine your situation. After all, I have never experienced it."

call--

John was bleary-eyed and his pupils were unfocused. He could feel the mask fogging up with his breathing, and the scene in front of him kept switching between clear and hazy.

feel sleepy.

Every time John regained consciousness, he could see the doctor doing different things - lifting the bloody metal knife, taking out the unimplanted prosthetic body, and pinching the burnt artificial leather out of the bullet hole.

He tried to hold his head high.

The bag filled with liquid turned from clear to bright red.

John felt scared and wanted to close his eyes, but when his consciousness fell into coma, everything around his ears became extremely clear.

He had killed people with a knife.

You can even imagine the feeling of the blade cutting through the artificial leather, and then the boundless phantom pain hits your heart.

In fact, when high-precision surgical tools pass through skin and other tissues, the sound produced by friction is very small.

It is inaudible to human ears.

Fear can make everything concrete.

When John woke up again, his eyes were completely different:
He was now head down, buried in the circular cavity, looking longingly at the tiles at the bottom of the operating chair.

There was a mask filled with mist on his face, but he seemed to be able to smell the pungent smell of Lysol. The filth in the gaps in the gully was squirming and clawing, and a strange sense of moisture enveloped him.

John could hear Ryan's voice intermittently.

"This is a delicate operation, so don't be too slow."

"The nerve connections in the skin are very complex. High-grade artificial leather implants will not destroy your original image, and it will certainly not be as simple as laying turf."

"There are so many bleeding spots under your skin, and the condition of your blood vessels is a bit strange."

"Why did Tiebang Logistics operate on you? Your physical signs and data are different from the patients I have received."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of you."

……

John felt something gently brushing against his spine, and the touch of his skin was completely disordered:

The coolness and the heat are intertwined, as if you can't feel anything, and you seem to have become particularly sensitive. Even the light shining on your back has warmth and weight.

John woke up numerous times.

He was already lying on a clean bed.

Hua Hua Hua——

Attracted by the sound of water, he turned his head and saw:

Rian was holding a wine bottle and holding a metal hose with one hand while rinsing a blood-stained operating chair.

John moved his eyes and saw himself naked.

There are symmetrical cracks on both sides of the ribs, thighs, arms and chest - these are beautified artificial leather splices, which can also dissipate heat from the built-in prosthesis. During inspection and maintenance, they must be torn apart from the corresponding places.

He is still receiving fluids.

The screen next to it is full of incomprehensible data.

"Hey, you're awake, how do you feel?"

"Fake! I have never experienced anything so horrific in my life."

"That means you haven't seen the ghoul's super-sensory chip. It's an immersive experience of various killing processes. It's quite...forget it, don't fucking spit it on my computer!"

Nerve recovery takes a while.

Lian prepared corresponding medicines for him to adapt to the phantom pain and touch correction caused by large-area transplantation.

Then he pushed over a bill.

"hiss!"

John frowned and emptied out all the remuneration settled in the account, leaving only a little daily expenses.

"Fake Squid, you can make more money by opening a clinic than working."

"How can you settle accounts like this? Look at the list of prosthetics on your body. The ghoul will come after smelling it."

Rian nodded with satisfaction.

"Is there any point in saving money for people like you who can be wiped out by a random gunfight or bomb while walking on the road? The numbers in your account are not as reliable as the prosthetic body installed on your body."

John was noncommittal.

"The life of lying flat has nothing to do with you."

The doctor's eyelids were drooped, and his eyes were very complicated.

"The subcutaneous armor will also wear out. The prosthesis on your body needs regular maintenance, and repair and replacement are very expensive. Legal business is destined to be unsatisfactory. You must keep moving forward until the day you die."

Li An actually gave John a chip filled with physical data, an introduction to prosthetic care, and drug recommendations.

The doctor pressed the bag against John's chest.

"Hold your options."

He turned back to continue disinfecting the operating room.

John wanted to explain something: "Hey, what I said before was all nonsense, there is no need to put it in..."

Lian didn't look back, just raised his middle finger.

[Eden City-East District Commercial Street]

As soon as John got dressed and walked out of the clinic, he saw Thalia among the crowd.

"Are you...wait, is that stuff medicine?"

"The new inhalation type, give it a try and see if your reaction increases."

"You want me to die?"

"I won't wait here waiting for you to die."

Thalia stood up, took out her revolver from her waist and handed it over. "I failed in this job. I still underestimated the strength of those bastards."

"If I really die, will you feel guilty for the rest of your life?"

John crossed his arms and tried to laugh.

Mercenaries are destined to live and die, so there is really no saying that they owe anyone.

Thalia pursed her lips and nodded seriously.

"Then I'll tattoo you on my butt."

"..."

"The chest has been taken up, and the limbs can actually be used, but artificial leather is easier to break. As you know, I always lose my temper and fight."

Thalia was explaining carefully.

John said nothing and took the gun without any psychological burden.

[Weapon: Vodka [Technical Revolver]]

[Module: Advanced armor-piercing, electromagnetic explosive bomb]

"Can you take good care of it? I've been changing it for half a year. It's much better than your thin dog silencer."

"Shut up, okay?"

[Task: Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside (completed)]

[Reward: Remuneration, Subcutaneous Armor [Plato UFP], Vodka [Technical Revolver]]

John came to the street carrying his coat.

After he settled the task, his cash amount was even less than before he took the job. After all, he also paid for the full cost of a rescue operation and full-body prosthetic implantation.

Thalia was a little surprised.

The revolver is really good.

Ethan Berg Silver Rider slowly stopped in front of John.

His expression changed repeatedly, his eyes widening as he looked at the knocked out headlights and slightly deformed hood.

【Unread message[Thalia]】

[You must have seen it, right? Don't get excited, man, I drove a little too hastily to save you. Don't tell Nando, thank you, that revolver is something you can't buy with money, you made a lot of money. If you don’t feel relieved, I will take you to Sakura Cross Street to find a girl next time, or provide you with free medicine, which will make you feel happy...]

John frowned and took his coat off his shoulders.

He tried to find Thalia's figure in the sea of ​​people, his clothes tangled around his fists.

　Thanks to zero0682, Evil☆Lao Gao, I can’t use any of my favorite names, Meatless BBQ Pork Buns, and Yuxiao for their tips.
　　
　
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