Chapter 1022: Broker (1000 Bonus)

【Ding! Mr. Aaron, you have logged into the Gaia Network!】

It was still that city full of sci-fi style.

Aaron's figure appeared above the public square, feeling slightly emotional: "The development of technology is truly incredible!"

The Gaia Network can simulate reality one hundred percent, so naturally, it can also simulate any injury.

Then, he, a doctor, could practice medicine here and perform for employers to prove his own ability.

"The Gaia Network, after all, claims to be able to simulate even mental illnesses one hundred percent..."

"But if I perform a treatment for schizophrenia in the network and create a wall of Spirituality, I wonder what would happen?"

A fat man pushed the door and entered: "Doctor?"

"The prosthetic eye is damaged, affecting the eye socket and brain... I shouldn't have been greedy for a bargain and bought cheap goods from a black market merchant."

Aaron thought for a moment and felt it was better not to expose himself like that.

A hovercar hitting someone to death—what did that have to do with him?

After completing a few more surgeries over these days, he posted a notice recruiting a nurse.

The driver excitedly threw the wine bottle out the window and sped away.

"Really, that multi-functional medical mechanical arm of mine is absolutely easy to use, although it doesn't have a proper brand or trademark..."

He cursed, then suddenly began to mutter to himself: "Eighty-plus years, eighty-plus years... The Blood Hand Gang might be willing to help..."

"Alright, at least they paid, didn't they?"

Through his drunken, blurry eyes, the driver even saw a figure in front.

This fat man was a local black market merchant. Black market merchants were a very peculiar existence; those with connections reaching the heavens could even get good things from the Upper City District, but without channels, they were just trash recyclers.

Aaron also expressed his condolences for this, and then there was no then...

Aaron lay on the chair and asked without lifting his head.

Wilson complained while drinking: "That employer today actually wanted us to clean up three whole rooms of corrupted trash... My nose is about to be ruined... And they were so stingy when settling the bill at the end!"

He was too excited and didn't notice that he had unknowingly walked onto the main road.

Aaron collected all the resumes, preparing to screen them slowly.

But he revealed an excited smile and slammed his foot on the accelerator.

The fat man chuckled: "As a doctor, and a special Natural Sciences practitioner, don't you think a metal arm is cool? Installing a prosthetic limb can help you better integrate into Night City!"

"Besides... ordinary physical illnesses are troublesome and tiring, and the fees can't be too high!"

"Not interested!"

"We work ourselves to death, only to get a meager reward!"

The driver above was pouring strong liquor into his mouth, not paying any attention to the pedestrians on the street.

"Hiss... This is equivalent to our four or five days' pay." Wilson took a hard gulp of wine: "This isn't fair!"

The application was quickly approved. After entering, Aaron found himself in an operating room with various instruments neatly arranged.

A cold wind blew by, and a corpse almost tripped him.

In the slums, this was very common!

"Fatty, here to sell things again?"

For the people of the Lower City District, most of them were trash, maggots... Crime was not strange at all.

Just then, Aaron suddenly sensed something and looked into the void somewhere: "The Law of Accident, has it been triggered?"

He followed the contact address, arrived at a bungalow, and submitted an entry application.

But they soon recovered and threw themselves back into more work.

This day.

Ever since he purchased a batch of medical equipment from the fat man, he seemed to have latched onto him, always coming to sell things every few days.

"What are the patient's symptoms?" Aaron skillfully put on his gloves.

The old man drank his wine calmly, then suddenly froze, a fluorescent light appearing in his eyes, before he revealed a smile: "The doctor's first business was very successful. That couple expressed their gratitude to me, aside from complaining that the fee was a bit expensive."

Although he used to do more hacking people.

The wife was much calmer: "This is not a real patient, but a virtual character we spent 10 days perfectly simulating. Doctor, please begin!"

"Perhaps... I should transition and become a psychiatrist?"

The old man was also a bit drunk and whispered a number.

Wilson made this decision and suddenly felt much more relaxed, even beginning to plan for a better life in the future: "If I earn a big sum this time, maybe I can even replace my heart with an artificial one and then apply to be a servant in the Upper City District..."

Moreover, he completed the surgery perfectly; it was just that the couple's hands were shaking a bit when paying the fee, but these were all insignificant details.

The old man seemed to think of something: "Wilson... don't be jealous of people better than you. The doctor is good to us, and besides, those nobles in the Upper City District are much richer than the doctor, aren't they?"

"I know..."

The nights of Night City are rampant with sin!

Inside the Hunter Bar.

Aaron nodded and saw a little boy lying on the operating table.

And at this moment, a huge hovercar was driving over from not far away!

The fully loaded hovercar weighed hundreds of tons, like a giant Psionic Tank, running rampant.

"Hmm... the surgical site is close to the chip; a slight carelessness will cause damage. It is indeed quite difficult... However, this cannot stump me."

However, he learned very quickly.

Wilson muttered, half-drunk, and walked out from the back door of the bar.

Bang!

The massive truck sent Wilson flying, with severed limbs and blood splattering everywhere.

From within the darkness, several figures like walking corpses emerged, silently looting everything useful from Wilson's body.

Aaron was not actually a doctor.

After some virtual maneuvering to put that couple completely at ease, Aaron's clinic in reality also saw this pair of customers arrive with their child.

"The doctor is really rich; he has an eighty-year lifespan!" Wilson lowered his voice, "How much did he charge for the surgery this time?"

"Hello, Doctor. Although we trust the old man, we don't trust you."

Wilson's death caused the atmosphere of the entire hunter squad to remain depressed for a period of time.

And then...

That husband's face revealed a look of remorse.

Anyway, he belonged to a large corporation, even a supplier for the Cyber Group; in the Lower City District, if you hit and kill someone, you just hit and kill them!

He was wearing glasses, checking resumes on the internet.

Luck was good today; he ran into another one!

Wilson saw the massive hover-car, but it was already too late.

Aaron cleaned the bloodstains off the operating table while talking to himself, "It seems... I need an assistant."

"Double Kill!"

A pair of young parents introduced themselves quite bluntly, "We are your employers. You don't need to ask our names. Now, it is time for you to show your technique!"

But everyone is just using a knife to make a living, right!

It's all the same!

"Now... let's start with the craniotomy!"

Aaron did not even lift his eyelids.

It wasn't that there was no one, but the applicants were too intense. The key thing was, it would be one thing if pole dancers came to apply, but what the hell was with muscular men all coming to be nurses?

He picked up the scalpel, his face wearing an indescribable confidence.

He glanced slightly at the instruments, then picked up a scanner and shone it at the boy's head.

Theft, robbery, extortion, blackmail... were all just like everyday meals.

The other party was about seven or eight years old, but the eye sockets were pitch-black voids.

"Alright... then, are you interested in making house calls?"

The fat man pushed a few more lines before revealing the true purpose of his visit today; he was also a broker, "I heard from Heimansha that you are very skilled at treating schizophrenia?"

(End of this chapter)