Saving people is just saving people, doing good things is just doing good things.
This world is materialistic, realistic, if everything needs to be examined for intention, then perhaps there isn't a single good person in the whole world. Before a good intention causes adverse consequences, unfounded accusations are just senseless talk.
Understanding this, the street hustler no longer frets over the nonsense he heard earlier, but rather sits here and enjoys a bowl of hot spicy soup, paying a 100 euro consultation fee.
Just like when the Henan people invited him to dinner, it wasn't out of any goodwill.
It was only because the consultation fee charges by the hour, so the Henan people deliberately kept him for a al to get over the hour mark, deducting the al fee, and the Henan people could earn an extra 40 euros.
After breakfast at the Henan people's place, the street hustler then ran to the prosthetic clinic at Stone Ridge Mountain to check on the patients' conditions.
But because Stone Ridge Mountain is the players' resurrection point, the hospital's business is destined to be poor; all the doctors here are NPCs.
After all, it's not like the city where there's constant fighting, requiring frequent repairs and replacent of prosthetic bodies; the dical departnt players can't stand being idle.
However, today is an exception, as a group of special patients arrived.
Through the sterile chamber lid, the street hustler could see a fully prosthetic body, a modified person almost indistinguishable from a robot, lying silently on the bed, he couldn't help but ask
"How is she? When can she wake up?"
"If it were outside, I could only tell you there's no hope, go back and prepare for the funeral, but in here, I can only say that even the King of Hell has to take a three-day paid leave."
The resident has marveled more than once at the outrageous nature of the prosthetics industry, every part of the human body can be replaced, theoretically as long as it's not brain death, then one can be pulled back from the brink of life and death, such efficient dical thods are unthinkable outside.
The resident also heard about an actress nad Lizzy who perford a suicide act and then replaced her entire body with prosthetics for resurrection, playing a transformation magic show in front of millions, it's simply too terrifying.
In the end, this transformation magic show ca to him, fortunately, the resident is now a qualified prosthetics doctor, with the modification chamber helping, otherwise he really couldn't take this job.
If his ntor outside could see this, he might kneel and call him a living Jesus, and then beg for an internship spot.
The dozens of brains rescued from Little Beidou Laboratory that day, more than half of the consciousnesses collapsed when wtwo stopped operating again, couldn't be picked up.
The rest couldn't hold on during the treatnt process, beca vegetative, losing dical value.
The fastest way to treat these brains is to throw them into the modification chamber and print a body, but the modification chamber is only used by players under special circumstances, so far only two A2 modified bodies have been specially approved by Lin Miao.
As for this batch of brains…
Although it sounds cruel, they actually have no utilizable value.
Moreover, in foreseeable terms, Zeta Technology and wandering AI are bound to take masses of human brains to be used as mainfras, unable to save them all.
And saving people inevitably consus a huge amount of biomass, occupying the modification chambers, thereby affecting the resurrection efficiency of players, not worth the loss.
In comparison, using prosthetic bodies for flesh, enabling the modification chamber to assist in installation, the cost can be acceptable, after all, players have blown up gangs all over the city, seizing quantities of various prosthetic bodies is scary, as for whether patients can hold on, it's up to their own willpower.
Seeing the street hustler with an unusual expression toward the patient, the resident's curiosity arose
"By the way, why are you so concerned about patient number 7, coming seven tis in two days, but not showing concern for others?"
He doesn't know what happened in cyberspace, or rather besides the hacker who entered, no one knows what was happening in others' wtwo.
"..."
The sowhat guilty street hustler's gaze was fleeting, not knowing what to say he randomly found an excuse
"She owes money."
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Hansen's rule in Dog Town collapsed with his death, leaving behind a bunch of ss.
Only after taking over can you truly sense that this place was completely a powder keg that could explode at any ti.
The people fleeing from Taiping Continent into Dog Town for refuge are varied, with Long Beach Waste Yard hiding plain criminals, corporate spies, company agents, frightened company employees, and even terrorists planning attacks.
Compared to these, the Voodoo Gang engaged in cyber extortion seem pure.
In the smuggling zone north of the stadium, from biochemical weapons to enriched uranium, from guns to missiles, there isn't anything they're reluctant to sell.
Underground child prosthetic modification electing sports students seems to be a trivial matter.
Companies bringing masses of secrets and interests to Dog Town, after processing quietly leaving, not only does Hansen need to eliminate traces of their visit, but also bear the risk of exposure aftermath.
The more you know, the faster you die, not to ntion Handz and Huang Ban peering into Dog Town, not only contacting Bennett but also preparing to let the Tiger Claw Gang infiltrate into Dog Town internally to form a force, but unfortunately all these plans were ruined by Lin Miao.
All plans against Hansen fell short, the rejected Handz naturally won't sit idly by.
But Lin Miao is strong, plus the nuclear radiation incident at this ti to introduce external aid is already wishful thinking, currently Handz has only two choices left.
One, pack up lightly and leave, re-hide and find an opportunity
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