Players Invade Cyberpunk

Although ERO is gradually declining, it's still a medium-sized medical company, with branches in places like Santo Domingo and Westbrook, apart from its headquarters in Haywood, though they're not large.

The current injuries of the players are not considered serious problems for ERO.

After all, Night City Hospital may not be great for other treatments, but it's world-class for gunshot and other external injuries.

Just like how Neon is the global leader in parasitic treatment.

With the additional advantage of players having their pain sensors turned off, bullets are extracted, stitched up casually, and these people are soon up and about.

The worst off was that poor warrior, who fought fiercely and suffered the heaviest injuries, losing a kidney.

But that's not a big deal, just a trivial few centimeters, a quick rest back at Stone Ridge Mountain after logging off, and they'll be fully revived by tomorrow.

If Lin Miao wanted, he could sell kidneys by the pound.

However, the two young girls rescued by the players weren't as lucky.

Their arms were shattered by bullets, skin hanging by flesh, intestinal tracts twisted by bullets in their abdomen, shoulder shots, and rocks blinded one of them.

Still alive now, it's thanks to Gloria doing emergency surgeries to keep them barely alive.

Gloria stepped out of the operating room, taking off her bloodstained gloves and mask, and said to the players waiting outside,

"They're out of immediate danger for now, but their injuries are severe. Even if they survive, they'll be disabled for life, and we'll need to prepare prosthetics for them as soon as possible."

Even for Gloria, she couldn't prepare free prosthetics for these two. She's just a primary doctor and doesn't have that kind of authority.

But she was genuinely shocked that this group of people fought the Tiger Claw gang to save two complete strangers and won in the end.

She hadn't realized the players' combat abilities were so strong until now.

And they really were the same kind of people as Mr. Lin.

Everyone frowned upon hearing that, just by listening, you could tell the injuries were serious enough to declare these two as done in the real world.

Even if they survived, they'd likely be bedridden for life.

They hadn't thought to ask about the two girls' parents either, as the NCPD pulled up their files when they came to question them earlier.

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Nia Christina

were sisters, looked very much alike, one blonde and one with brown hair. Whether due to nutrition or ancestral genes being mixed from elsewhere, they were mixed-race, yet not showing the growth typical of Westerners, their height barely matching Lucy's.

Their dad was with the Sixth Street Gang, but last month he suffered retribution during gang activity, getting killed in a car bomb with their mom.

With a typical lack of savings in the West and their dad's meager income barely sustaining the family, there was no way any money was left.

If not for this kidnapping incident, their eventual fate would either be joining the Sixth Street Gang as little delinquents, ending up like their dad,

or working as 'service staff' in some club.

There's also a chance they'd fade into anonymity, dying with no one knowing.

Prosthetics?

How could they possibly afford it?

Unless they sold themselves to some club to take a loan for body part replacement, becoming sex dolls to work off the debt.

If the players left them at the hospital uncared for, they'd most likely end up as test subjects.

Even Gloria couldn't prevent that; her current position wasn't nearly enough.

Brother Dao asked, "How much would it cost?"

Gloria sighed softly,

"I can try to get you the internal price, but new prosthetics would cost at least around twenty thousand."

Twenty thousand, that's an astronomical figure for the current players, unless fifty of them worked straight for two days to gather that sum.

The question is, why would they?

They are unrelated to them, and players aren't sex-crazed fools willing to bankrupt themselves for a woman.

However, the players were also surprised at the price.

Crappy Warrior: "How can it be so expensive? Our agency's regular gray prosthetics are only 600 apiece, even replacing all limbs, eight in total, would only be 4800, and the standard internal organ prosthetic goes for about 1200 to 4000, even including bionic muscles and artificial eyes it shouldn't surpass ten thousand."

Gloria wanted to say, didn't they know where the agency's prosthetics came from?

All stripped from corpses or smuggled from Night Wanderers, so of course the prices are low.

And as for players casually adding cheap prosthetics onto themselves, Gloria wanted to say that would cause problems.

"Those prosthetics..." She took a deep breath and seriously told the players,

"Did any of you ever feel unwell?"

"Incompatible software from different prosthetic versions leading to massive data accumulation over time and bugs, and the wear from old prosthetics, they can't be installed haphazardly, you should know this, right?"

"I don't know what inhibitors you're using, but with excessive long-term use, cyberpsychosis is just a matter of time."

The players looked at each other.

They directed a soul-searching question at Gloria,

"Inhibitors? What inhibitors? We never had any, nor did we feel anything wrong."

"The gray prosthetics are a bit stiff to move, but it's fine."

"Incompatible software version? But all our prosthetics are of the same version, how could they be incompatible? We haven't encountered any bugs."