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Chapter 151: The hospital must go to a place where there are acquaintances
After hearing Armstrong's words, David did not linger for too long, but quickly regained his composure and told himself that the most important thing now was to rescue his mother.

Thanks to his low-income background, although David had little experience in society, in order to supplement his family income and earn some pocket money, he still got to know quite a few people who were not presentable.

After taking a taxi, David and Armstrong arrived at a dark alley. He carried his mother on his back and walked in. Then the three of them arrived in front of a dark clinic.

There is a colorful graffiti painted on the wall next to the clinic's door. It is a purple skull surrounded by six stars. On the skull is the number 6 printed in the same yellow as the stars, and the background is the classic red and white Stars and Stripes.

Seeing this graffiti, Armstrong, who has a strong sense of patriotism, nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the graffiti and said: "Good aesthetics, quite good."

"This is the territory of the Sixth Street Gang. It's relatively orderly..." David whispered, then he carried his mother and pushed open the door of the small clinic and walked in.

There are many gangs in Night City. The Uzumaki Gang, which tries every means to collect valuable prostheses, is one of them, and the Six Street Gang is also an influential underground gang.

The world of Cyberpunk develops through conflicts and contradictions between giant companies, such as corporate wars. After the end of the most recent Fourth Corporate War, a large number of professional soldiers lost their jobs and prospects. The most enterprising of them formed the Six Street Gang. Their team includes not only veterans, but also former police officers, former corporate security agents, and even low-level people who have only received quick combat training.

It is difficult to say whether these people are good people or not, because the Six Street Gang, like other gangs, will do anything to achieve their goals.

Robbery, extortion, arms trafficking, vehicle theft... these are commonplace for them. But it would be a bit arbitrary to think that they are unforgivable just because of these things. As a gang, the Sixth Street Gang is relatively more law-abiding.

They value sustainable development and will not kill for the sake of killing. This alone is much better than other gangs that mass-produce cyber maniacs... I can only say that the moral standards of Night City are too low.

But Armstrong didn't see anything wrong with it, because Armstrong had no morals.

With the Super Dream equipment, and surrounded by a dazzling array of prosthetics of various models, a skinny man with long white hair was lying on a tool chair and yelling. His upper body was naked, and his lower body was not much better. Although he was wearing pants, they had been taken off to his knees. A can-like thing was attached to the bottom to communicate deeply with the human organs. Along with the movement of electric current, a series of vacuum pump suction sounds were emitted from the can from time to time.

The outside of the can even has Kangtao's company logo printed on it, with a line of small print below saying 'Siren 2048 Limited Edition'.

When the four words "Visitor Arrived" popped up on the Super Dream monitor, the middle-aged man who was entertaining himself also sat up with a start. He was not shy, after all, Night City always laughs at poverty rather than prostitution. Not to mention entertaining himself in his own small studio, near Santo Domingo where David's family lived, there were many people sitting naked on the roadside in broad daylight, holding happy cards.

In a sense, this has become a unique landscape in Night City. Compared to the Whirlpool Gang, the Scavengers, the Voodoo Gang and other gangs, these Super Dream slaves with yellow garbage in their heads at least will not actively hurt others.

But even so, he was still upset when his good time was interrupted. He raised his head and lifted up the Mewtwo monitor. He looked at the door impatiently, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Ah, David? What are you doing here?"

"Help! Save my mother!"

As he spoke, David held his mother and placed her on the operating table. After seeing the huge suture marks on Gloria's back, the prosthetic doctor showed a hint of helplessness on his face:
"Your mother? Gloria? What happened? How come her entire back was cut open? And there were gunshot wounds... Forget it, give me that sensor needle over there. If we delay any longer, she'll probably die!" "Okay, okay!"

Although he looked careless, the prosthetic doctor's skills were quite good. After simply washing his hands and pulling up his pants, the doctor used various knives to re-open the wound on Gloria's back that had only been treated urgently, and then carefully removed the impurities. At first, the doctor's expression was still familiar, but after seeing the detailed data on the monitor next to him, he frowned and then began the deep operation without saying a word.

"Your mother's luck is not very good. A bullet hit her artificial spine. She needs to be replaced with a new one... I have a few second-hand ones here, but do you have money? If you don't have money, this matter will be difficult to handle."

Looking at David, the doctor seemed very casual and did not feel guilty about talking about money.

David, who was also from the lower class, looked at Mianlian blankly, with blood on his body, and could guess that this kid must have experienced something special. And David's family background has never been good...

The doctor sighed and said:

"After all, we are old friends. You get all those illegal Mewtwo from me... This way, if you don't have money, you still have a few defective products that you can make do with. When you have money, you can exchange them for slightly better ones."

"No, I have money..."

After taking a look at the doctor, David's eyes were a little dull, as if he had not yet recovered from everything he had experienced today. He just stretched out his hand woodenly, revealing the three credit chips he had just taken out.

Looking at the credit chip with brain tissue and organic solution still hanging on it, the cyborg doctor narrowed his eyes, then picked up the chip and looked at it for a while before saying:
"This isn't cheap stuff... Where did you get it from? If it's too popular, I won't be able to take it."

"A group of scavengers..."

Hearing this, the doctor fell into a brief silence, then took a look at the cut on Gloria's back and the electrode iron pieces remaining on the artificial spine... As an illegal prosthetic doctor, the doctor more or less guessed the ins and outs of the matter.

"Are you a gang robbing another gang? You're lucky you dared to send your mother to a scavenger's hospital."

The three credit chips were received, and although they were not bound and the euros inside could not be withdrawn, if the owner of the chip died and the chips were not frozen in time, the hackers would be able to transfer the money out.

"I'll take the job. You guys go wait over there and take a shower. There are some old clean clothes over there. They'll save me from getting blood all over my place."

(End of this chapter)