Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 272, Recovery Point
"'Zhang Baoren' directly points to our core identity, because the heavenly secrets have been covered up long ago in order to avoid the monks' search for heavenly secrets.

"The appearance of 'Tang Chou' cannot be changed in a short period of time. If you want to change it, you have to adjust it slowly like the previous changes. The current physical condition is not ideal, obviously it cannot be done, but the optical mask is. can help solve this problem.

"The most troublesome thing is that the martial arts have been integrated into the bones, and the behavior habits have changed. Regarding this, if it is only exposed to the camera for a short time, there is no problem.

"For example, if we go to the hospital from here, we only need to pay attention to the cameras that may exist in the car and the street lights, personal terminals, intelligent robots, etc. that will capture ourselves on the way from here to the hospital.

"As long as you don't move as much as possible during this process, you can cover up your movement habits, and at the same time, you can solve the problem that the optical mask does not fully fit with yourself. A person with few movements cannot see the incongruity.

"And this just fits perfectly with your injured state at this time."

"Cough cough...cough..."

Zhang Baoren coughed twice with a smile, "Since there is no problem in the analysis, let's go to the hospital."

You can’t go to a big hospital, let’s not talk about anything else. There are a lot of body tissues left in the core area before. These things must have been collected by Brahma creatures. This is more essential data than appearances and movements. , Going to a big hospital is really courting death.

What they can go to now are only black hospitals and clinics that are outside the entire social medical system and serve people in the gray and black areas. They are illegal and illegal.

So for Zhang Baoren, there was only one choice left, Watson's old military doctor's clinic!

As if time had frozen on the dilapidated streets of the last century, the red paint was written crookedly on the board like a signboard, "Bone setting, massage, acupuncture, cupping, strengthening yang and tonifying kidney..."

A kiwi-shaped aircraft tapped lightly on the plaque.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At the door, Zhang Baoren stood there with a blank expression on his face, wearing an appearance of male Arabian appearance.

After a while, the old electric gate of the clinic creaked open.

In the shadows, a hunched body, half of his face exposed the metal organs transformed by the prosthetic body, looked at the familiar and ugly old man, who appeared from the darkness with a familiar electromagnetic rifle.

"The Health Bureau or the Food and Drug Administration?"

The familiar lines make people listen kindly.

"Can't you change the words? If I'm an official, I still have to talk to you about politeness and nonsense. I'll just sit in the office and send you in through the armed robot."

Zhang Baoren's voice was a little weak.

As he spoke, he walked sideways past the old military doctor and walked into the gloomy blue-toned clinic, standing in the room and turning his head to look at the prosthetic body soaked in glass bottles and jars, still in the same old way.

"Brother looks like a regular customer."

Old Huasheng glanced at Zhang Baoren, then put away the electromagnetic gun, looked vigilantly outside the door where no one was there, and closed the door.

Only then did he turn around and look him up and down, "There's something wrong with him, he seems to be seriously ill."

Zhang Baoren said, "A little trauma."

"Then take off your clothes, and put away the optical mask on your body by the way, no matter how bad it is, you must expose the injured area.

"Don't blame me for talking nonsense, it's really the last time I met a guy who directly projected his injury on the virtual projection, that's really a good guy..."

Speaking of which, the old military doctor's wrinkled old face couldn't help but squeeze out a little smile.

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Baoren coughed twice, took off the optical mask on his body, and took off his clothes, revealing the real situation.

Bruises, blood stains, scorching marks, all kinds of colors are mixed, like an impressionist painting, red, swollen, sunken, and twisted, they all look a little ugly.

The most serious thing is the fist prints on the chest that are larger than the palm of a normal person. The black fingerprints still ooze blood from time to time.

I was a little anxious when I took a sip, but because I was here, I couldn't make a sound at this time, so I could only spin around anxiously in mid-air.

"Why is it so serious?" The old military doctor also frowned.

"How much does it cost to cure?"

The old military doctor said: "Don't mention the money yet, it's hard for you to tell now, let's check the specific situation first."

Then Zhang Baoren got into the oxidized and dilapidated operating table again, the machine was running, and a deeper body scan was performed on it.

Looking at the three-dimensional scene projected on the screen on the operating table and the flashing red lights in many places, the doctor nodded with emotion.

"A large area of ​​third-degree burns, 8 comminuted fractures, 13 fractures and fractures, internal bleeding, large areas of soft tissue tears, and more importantly, physical damage to multiple organs in the body."

"You didn't die in this situation, and you were able to walk in completely. It's really surprising."

Zhang Baoren's voice came from the operating table, "Can it be cured?"

"With the current medical technology, basically all diseases can be cured as long as you don't die. Of course, the premise is that you have money."

"how much is it?"

The old military doctor pointed to the 3D projection, "These fractures, soft tissue contusions, burns... These are all easy to say, basically Xiaoqian can solve them.

"The trouble is that those internal organs have been completely damaged by violence and must be replaced."

"Replacement means installing a prosthetic body?"

"Correct."

The old military doctor opened the cover of the operating table, and then showed Zhang Baoren the 3D projection screen of the examination results, "I'm not trying to scare you, you can see that these internal organs are basically completely damaged.

"The reason why you are still able to move and have no reaction now is because luck is better. Because of the overall circulation of the human body, the injury is temporarily suppressed and has not yet exploded, but this luck cannot last a lifetime. You can now say that you will face it anytime. The death crisis brought about by internal organ damage.

"You should also be able to feel the pain from the organs at this time, this is your body reminding you..."

Zhang Baoren nodded. Of course he understood the badness in his body. The reason why the injury could be maintained was that he was suppressing it through the realm of martial arts and endocrine hormones. It was not luck. It was just that he did not expect to have to replace the prosthetic body.

"Can't we keep the original organs for conservative treatment?" Zhang Baoren said, he still wanted to try his best to keep them, "Can't the current medical products do this?"

"Of course, as long as you don't die completely, there are some treatments..."

(End of this chapter)