Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1323: Chapter 429: Mine Is Very Big, Bear With It (Part 3)

"I’m a doctor, I swore when I graduated, and I can improve my surgical experience [upgrade surgical skills], so why not save lives?"

"Swore?"

Henry could understand the latter part of the answer, but the swearing bit seemed a bit too strange.

"The Hippocratic Oath, simply put, is about doing everything you can to save every patient, not selling drugs, not harming people, not performing abortions... Every medical student has to memorize it when they graduate."

If anyone manages to graduate formally from the medical school at Tokyo University, saying they don’t have a bit of idealism is truly unbelievable.

Because on this land, the study of medicine is not a field for humans, and the work of newly graduated intern doctors is even less human-like.

Hoping to make it big someday, there’s quite a wait.

"Oath... have to memorize..."

Henry checked online and found there’s indeed such a thing.

This extremely idealistic notion, even someone as aloof and out of touch with reality as him knew, was impossible for anyone to truly adhere to.

But the person in front of him seemed to take it seriously.

"Are you saying Horizon Corporation doctors are all like you?"

"Not necessarily, their skills aren’t as good as mine."

The resident said with enthusiasm.

"Do you know the Trauma Team in Night City? They offered me a 5-million annual salary and I didn’t go."

"5 million?"

"Don’t doubt it, I still have their invitation emails and the headhunter’s contact saved."

The resident smugly brought up the details on the terminal to show Henry.

million is just the annual salary; there’s also endorsement fees from pharmaceutical companies, red packets from patients, and it all amounts to over ten million a year.

Yet the resident rejected such a contract.

"Then why didn’t you go? 5 million should be quite a sum for you, right?"

"That contract was too absurd, arranging at most four surgeries a month. Just four, who do they think I am? I do more than four just in a morning! This would hinder my leveling up [saving people], wouldn’t it?"

Four times a month, that experience wouldn’t build up until forever, only an idiot would go.

He wasn’t short on money among the player community; just from surgery fees alone, he earns a hundred thousand a month, ensuring a comfortable living even in reality.

Most importantly, going there would mean switching sides, in future battles, he’d surely be cornered and slaughtered at the base.

Great! Wonderful!

Brother Dao fiercely pumped his fist behind the camera.

That statement is too damn good!

A perfect tool to pierce through those idiot medical enterprises.

Henry was deeply moved by the high moral integrity exhibited by the other party, feeling like he was in the presence of a living saint!

He couldn’t help but wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"When performing surgery, do you ever feel nauseous?"

"Nauseous?"

"Seeing so much viscera and flesh, don’t you get queasy?"

Henry had thrown up several times during filming, and his legs were trembling.

"It’s nothing."

For medical students, they only fear when first encountering the cadaver teachers; over time, they become numb.

Gynecologists have it the worst; their married life is generally miserable.

But all of this pales in comparison to what the resident has been through.

"You have no idea, we’ve seen things more intense than this in Night City; you’ve seen bodies on the battlefield, right?"

Henry quickly nodded.

"Seen some. Very bloody scenes."

"To me, it’s like a bowl of porridge."

The resident couldn’t help but vent to Henry.

"When we were in the sewers of Night City, we encountered Shuggie, you know Shuggie, right."

Henry checked.

"Seems to be a mythical creature from ’At the Mountains of Madness,’ right."

"Right, that’s the one."

"The sewers of Night City are full of dead homeless people, and the city government periodically releases acid into the sewers, which softens the bodies, dissolving their clothes and such, then they use hot high-pressure sandblasting water to wash the sewers.

The softened bodies get blasted apart, separating flesh from bones, and the flesh then piles up in the sewers, forming mountains of flesh interspersed with bones, over ten meters high.

Due to soaking in acid and the high-temperature sterilization from the water, normal decay bacteria can’t survive on it, except for a few bacteria that cling on and ferment, turning it into a semi-transparent jelly-like mass.

Sometimes the acid concentration is not high enough, leaving teeth and eyeballs not fully dissolved, clinging to the surface of the flesh mountain, resembling the tar-like Shuggie written in the books...."

The resident vividly narrated the sights and experiences of players in the sewer, not noticing Henry’s face turning extremely pale, his stomach churning.

The unique filter of players makes them highly tolerant of normal physical shock, so a mountain of corpses and flesh-mixed abominations are actually easier for them to accept than ordinary things like excrement.

What truly breaks them down, like West Fire Grass almost collapsing, is emotional shock on a moral level.

This cannot be processed with a single filter, it represents the player’s empathy, unless their emotions are eradicated, or their worldview is destroyed, it’s hard to change.

Clap clap clap!

Brilliant!

Brother Dao clapped fiercely.

This narrative, devoid of any performance trace, is like a friend telling their everyday stories, making it more real.

He’s already prepared content for a second episode of the prisoner camp, sure to cause a bigger public stir.

The carefully crafted circle life in Europe and America leaves them almost oblivious to things outside their bubble.

This information cocoon is almost unbreakable without external force.

Well now, mine’s big, just bear with it a bit.

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