My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 194: Still Living
The doctor's expression did not change.

"To be honest, during the half month you were asleep, I was doubting whether my treatment was meaningful. It seemed like it would be a good idea to let you die on the operating table. It's a pity that you woke up and had to face all of this."

He poured a glass of wine and turned to hand it to John.

Handing this thing to a patient who has just recovered from a serious illness says a lot.

John didn't refuse. He poured half a mouthful into his mouth and his expression changed.

He tasted nothing.

"Don't thank me, and don't blame me."

Ryan could guess his symptoms.

John smiled, clinked his glass with his, and suppressed the acid reflux and the unfinished words.

Only ten days to live.

John was surprisingly calm.

He has lost his fear of death, has no regrets, and may be completely numb.

"It's good to have a clear death date."

Ryan continued to express his decadent outlook on life.

"When I was young, my mind was full of desires, life, and dreams. Later, I did get some things, but what? It's meaningless. On the contrary, it's the parts I lost... that I often miss."

Most of the words he spoke when he was drunk were spoken to himself.

John ignored the doctor and washed himself in a metal basin and shaved with a razor on the shelf.

"Would you like something to eat?"

John knocked on the door.

The crazy Ryan ignored him and shouted passionately while holding the bottle of wine.

"…Death is like a strong anesthetic. The pain comes up and makes you want to find something else to numb yourself! John? Do you want something more powerful? I have a pile of them in my drawer. They were given to me by those gangsters to pay off their debts."

The doctor raised his glass and swayed it as if it were a tomb.

"..."

John did not respond. He dressed neatly and went to the place where the medicine was stored. Based on his experience, he began to inject himself, feeling the process of his strength recovering.

He started clearing out his unread messages.

There is half a month's supply piled up in the mailbox.

Most of them are junk advertisements, and some are commissions from unknown middlemen.

After receiving the information, Olaus did not ask any further questions, and seemed to assume that John died in the conflict at the Borago Club.

She didn't owe anything.

The few people who could be called friends did not have reason to ask about John's life.

Half a month's time.

For someone going through a surgery recovery can be long.

But in the city of Eden, the attempt to erase all the stories about the new street guy seemed too short, and no one was aware of his disappearance yet.

Gang wars have spread throughout the city.

Now, there is not only a conflict between the Owl Town Gang and the Black Gold Gang, but the police enforcement system is also under tremendous pressure. Crimes are emerging in an endless stream, and the lives of ordinary people have become more difficult, leaving them with no time to send a greeting.

The people who contacted John the most during this period were Gerry and Maya.

They report regularly on the restaurant's operations.

John thought about his own business and his growing appetite, so he simply called the restaurant and ordered takeout.

The restaurant did not originally have this service.

But John is the boss.

After receiving the news, Gary immediately put down his chores and rushed to the East District with steaming high-purity fresh steak and a small wine for testing.

He had a cold face and awkwardly escorted the dishes.

John wanted to laugh when he saw him.

"Hey, here... With your appearance, those hooligans will definitely think that there are valuables hidden in your bag, and it is easy for ignorant little hooligans to stop you."

Gerry was instantly relieved to see him.

"Thank God, Boss, I'm glad you're okay. To be honest, during the time you were gone, I imagined many bad endings..."

Their business is located on the border of the West End.

The chaos caused by the gang war also spread to the restaurant.

Car chases and gunfire can be seen on the streets at any time.

Many of the regular customers hang out on the streets and bring worrying news every now and then.

"They're bragging about your story..."

"Many people died in Borago's attack, but you survived, and it was SAT who personally escorted you out of the blockade."

"The Black Gold Gang said that you have reached a deal with the boss and will fight against the Japanese in the future."

"Some people also say that you are a traitor and that you are no longer welcome in the West District."

"You disappeared, and many people said the story was made up. You actually died in the conflict."

【Street reputation improvement↑】

【Influence of the West District Increases↑】

Gary kept talking.

He took good care of the restaurant and business was booming. After the raw materials ran out, he and Maya went to pick up more goods twice.

The wanderers at Radiation Farm took good care of them and asked about John's recent situation.

Gerry and Meia knew nothing.

The restaurant has also encountered some minor troubles during this period.

There are always mentally ill hooligans who want to cause trouble, and there are also newcomers who want to get ahead overnight and use John as the opening line of their street stories.

"Are you injured?"

John is more concerned about the safety of his employees.

Gerry smiled and waved his hand, revealing the butt of the gun at his waist.

"Meiya and I can handle it for now. Besides, the restaurant really needs a long-term helper. Do you remember Gabriella? The one who does odd jobs in the restaurant, we are hiring her long-term and paying her a regular salary, but we haven't signed a contract. After all, you are the real boss..."

He always smiles when he talks about the little things in the restaurant.

"Just focus on recovering from your injuries. There are some nice mercenaries in the restaurant. Recently, there are more and more homeless people coming to eat, and they even help deal with the troublemakers." John smiled as he chewed his food.

He felt that he was not so lonely anymore.

I haven't been hanging around the streets for a long time, but I've gotten to know some faces.

This is all living evidence.

Ryan Randall came over familiarly, took a piece of steaming beef and praised it for its good taste.

"Maybe you should leave me your address."

"Then you have to go early. If you're late... there won't be any seats."

"Oh, now that you're making money, settle the bills."

Ryan sent the medical bills to John's email.

The settlement amount is a bit exaggeratedly high.

It is not easy to save John's life. His broken arm needs to be replaced with a limited edition slider that is hard to buy on the market. The operation itself also requires a lot of drugs and equipment.

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The most expensive thing is what keeps John alive.

It has no specific name, only a code, and is one of the treasures that Ryan has kept in his chest for many years.

A coma of half a month, happening in a small underground clinic, usually has only two outcomes - either a death sentence or a medical miracle.

In the cyber age, miracles have a price.

John had to reorganize his bank account statements.

During this period, he received an anonymous payment, which must have been paid by Mr. Vito.

The amount was very high, but not enough to buy his life.

Gary noticed his boss's distress and promptly sent the money to the restaurant's account.

The restaurant has been popular for three consecutive weeks since its opening.

The city of Eden is now in chaos, with ordinary citizens struggling to survive. However, street elements have become fanatical and wealthy, and are finding ways to spend money in a carpe diem mentality.

The high-end dishes immediately became a hit.

Those corporate dogs who are in the rising stage find it difficult to fall back into depravity once their appetite is aroused.

As the restaurant's audience grows, money starts to come in.

As Gary chatted, he became more talkative.

The restaurant was originally going to give a commission to the local boss, so it should be given to the West District. But now most of the restaurant's customers are mercenaries, so if they really want to pay tribute, it should be to Raphael...

In addition, there is the takeaway service. The kitchen needs to be staffed up, and there is still room for expansion in the front hall. Do we need to update the dishes and drinks? Have you considered the bar and nightclub?

These are all decided by the boss.

John didn't agree in time.

He didn't know what life would be like in ten days, and he didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of his employees.

The clinic bill was paid.

John transferred all the remaining money back.

Excluding the expenses required for restaurant operations, all of the money is considered a bonus.

"I won't lose money in this long-term business, but I have to keep you so that I can continue to be a mercenary and earn money without worrying about anything."

"Don't worry, Boss!"

Gerry made sure John was not in serious trouble and hurried back to the restaurant to help.

"No need to send me off. If those little hooligans dare to make a move, I'll ask the regular customers in the restaurant to help me find a place to fight!"

He gave a reassuring smile and turned away.

Ryan watched Gerry disappear at the end of the corridor, as if he suddenly sobered up, and turned to John and whispered.

"You have to consider those who are still alive. Tsk tsk, you are not thorough enough in being a lone wolf. You are not ruthless enough. You are neither good nor bad..."

John didn't answer.

He continued to enjoy his steak and wine.

After the stimulation of drugs and food, he seemed to be able to taste a little flavor on the tip of his tongue, but he was not sure whether it was spicy or bitter.

【Eden City-Danny Street】

John drove back to the West End in his beat-up old Carlomont van.

There were members of the Black Gold Gang checking people along the way.

They controlled the intersections with violence and extorted anyone they saw who looked like they were members of other gangs or had Asian faces.

There was a knock on John's car window.

The muscular men surrounded the truck and forced him to take out the weapons in the passenger seat and on his body.

John looked calmly at the muzzle of the gun, then moved his gaze to the man's face.

"Are you strangers, new here? Find someone with more experience to ask, then get out of the damn way and pretend we've never met."

The gangsters looked at each other.

John sat in the driver's seat with a calm look in his eyes. Before long, the armored vehicles and gun muzzles blocking the road disappeared.

He was not interested in knowing the details, nor did he even glance at the newcomer.

The streets of the West District have changed a lot. Smoke from burning can be seen everywhere, and the pale sun illuminates the accident scenes.

John turned around and approached the Borago Club.

This shopping mall is still operating normally, but there is an air of decline everywhere.

The tallest building in the complex has not yet recovered from the explosion. The entire building is covered with electronic cordons and engineering fabrics, like a bandage wrapped around a patient. One can tell at a glance how serious the injuries are.

puff.

Suddenly a woman crashed into her truck.

She covered her injured nose and got up, then rushed to the other side of the road without looking back and rushed into the alley, leaving several bloodstains along the way.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

The sound of running leather shoes followed closely behind.

Several strong men from the Black Gold Gang in suits rushed over, cutting through the normal flow of traffic, and even unceremoniously stepped on the hood of Carlomon's truck, flipped over it, and went straight after the fleeing woman.

John seemed to have seen her.

He thought for a moment, pulled out a pistol from the passenger bag, and left the driver's seat silently.

(End of this chapter)