My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 104 104: Patients

【There is someone here. 】

[Have you scanned it? 】

[Biological information is not on the list. Damn it. You can only rely on the municipal government and the police station. 】

The prosthetic eye is refocusing.

The language detection system is also dutifully translating, presenting the captured dialogue directly to the retina.

John's consciousness drifted in and out.

Not a single muscle in his body was at his disposal, and even the pain was vague. Sometimes he would faint from the pain, and sometimes his whole body would be numb, chilly, and hot...

From time to time there was the sound of conversation.

There will even be clear footsteps passing by.

There was a hint of itching pain in the warmth, and it felt uncomfortable as it scratched my heart and lungs.

John would sometimes wake up due to suffocation, and his mind would take advantage of the few clear seconds to try his best to breathe.

puff!

[Obvious fluctuations in consciousness were detected...]

Every time John regained consciousness he was surprised that he was not dead.

John couldn't see who was on either side of the conversation.

[There is another guy with a broken arm here. 】

The sound of the hydraulic module starting up came.

"Cough... ah..."

[What is the condition of these medicine tubes? 】

[The 143rd scan, the physical signs are poor, and the physical condition is being re-evaluated to calibrate the carrier information. 】

The black spider was always lurking, and would only move in front of John when no one was around.

John's throat seemed to be stuffed with sandpaper, and he arched his body slightly. His back was soaked with blood, as if it was stuck to the grass, and a tearing pain shot from all over his body.

"Chih...huh...ah..."

The sky changes from gray to pale.

[Should we just let him fend for himself? 】

[There’s more... damn...]

His nose wiggled weakly a few times.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

[Restarting calibration. 】

[...Hey, Fuck. 】

Its mechanical legs are raised and its scanning lens is telescopic.

Those boots sank into the soil of the green belt, and the vibrations spread throughout his body along the earth, but no one stopped for him.

[Otherwise, we wouldn’t be the first to pass by, and no one would be able to spare their hands, so don’t worry about it. 】

He gasped for breath, and the corners of his eyes twitched in pain. When he turned his head, he saw potion bottles scattered all over the floor.

He pulled repeatedly on the edge of coma, wanting to give up from time to time, but the desire to survive continued to emerge in his body.

Two rows of red lights converge into a crisscross cross halo.

【us……】

[Are you fucking crazy? 】

The throat is full of bitterness.

He guessed from the vague outline and red logo that it should be an emergency rescue team or a similar medical institution.

The lungs were involved in other organs, and the internal organs in the belly were also in a mess due to the high fall and collision.

John tried to raise his gaze, but just rolled his eyes, and then a beam of red light blocked the messy bushes and the city sky.

【Walk! Now! 】

[Either we give him a shot and let nature take its course. I guess that’s how these potions came from. 】

[Then why not just put it on a stretcher and take it away? 】

[How to write a rescue report? Your conscience can't help you get a full performance appraisal. Fake, forget it. He probably won't be able to survive a few hours in this situation. 】

[Emergency Procedure Fifteen is in progress...Merged into Procedure Twenty-Seven, the search radius is expanded by fifty meters...]

[I've scanned it, but I'm not a customer included in the package. The municipal rescue is still busy cleaning up the wreckage, so I guess they won't be able to get a number. 】

[It seems like someone is saving him. 】

Tears rolled down John's cheeks.

There are all kinds.

Next to the black spider was a pile of unused injections, and he didn't know where they were collected from.

The potion begins to take effect.

John felt blood pouring out of his throat and nostrils, and at the same time he finally knew how he had survived.

Black Spider was executing some kind of order to save him.

John's breathing became more and more rapid, his vision was stable, and he saw the aperture of a searchlight flashing in front of him from time to time.

Hearing and consciousness also recovered a little.

The sound of footsteps and engines came from all directions, most of them far away.

Sirens are blaring.

The lights shine.

The hot air swept across the land, as if something huge was burning. The flames could even illuminate half of the city.

The spray of water knocked down the bushes, dripping, stained with dust, and occasionally dripped on John's cheek.

[Mission target update]

[Call the people in your address book. (unacommpolished)】

The words come directly to the back of my mind.

John concentrated and tried several times before he could barely wake up his contact list.

As a result, the iris page flashed and went out.

[Prosthetic eye failure detected, brain signal disconnection is obvious, equipment restart in progress...]

John gritted his teeth, his face was painful, and his emotions became angry uncontrollably.

Because of the stimulation, his consciousness became clearer, and the process of recalling the address book went smoothly.

But what followed was unbearable severe pain and a feeling of weakness that swept through the body again.

The effect of medicine is getting weaker and weaker.

John only had one chance to call for help.

Dizziness washed over his brain like a wave. He subconsciously dialed the number before he passed out. He didn't even make a choice, and the operating system automatically dialed the last person he contacted.

[Contact Person-Euros Grenada]

[... Damn it, are you still alive? Then why don't you reply to my message... Is Hugo around? Now... John? 】

"Hle..."

John tried his best to get out only half a word.

As soon as he flapped his throat, blood surged out and added a touch of crimson to the grass.

[Call interrupted [Exception]]

The prosthetic eye showed signs of flickering and disconnection, and the colorful arcs and red filters became the last memories.

John really felt like he was dead.

There seemed to be something playing in the darkness. His eyelids were opened, but nothing could be seen in his field of vision.

John wasn't sure if he was being lifted.

His sense of touch was intermittent, and his consciousness was on the verge of disintegration at any time. There were only two differences between hot and cold on his body, and there was no feeling in the areas covered by the armor under his skin.

"Propofol data anomaly."

"He has been using various drugs to survive until now. You see, even the ends of his body are swollen."

Doctors gathered around John.

They occasionally speak out the diagnosis on the operating table.

Due to Black Spider's abuse of drugs on John, the effectiveness of many reagents including anesthetics has been reduced by half, and the life support device can only operate at full power. The doctor threw the bloody knife into the iron plate, raised his hands, and turned his head to talk to the woman in the corner of the room.

"A broken arm is bad."

"Replace the entire arm." came Ouluosi's voice. "I've read the surgical plan. Let's use the same product."

The doctor said the situation was more serious than imagined.

John had his arms replaced with a pair of alloy frames at the Haven Company.

Due to the brutal collision, the two arms were irreversibly rigidly twisted, and one of them was even completely torn off. The bones connected to the end of the prosthetic body were severely shattered and scattered in the internal organs and bushes. There is no possibility of repair...

"We can only do the sternum and shoulder blade together, and replace the upper body bones with implants."

The doctor proposed a new surgical plan.

"Then don't use the bulk goods from your warehouse."

Orosi was silent for a moment and motioned for them to wait.

"The goods sent from Europe should have been received, right? How is the Igudra revision? Do you have the conditions for transplantation?"

"The equipment is fine, but he's not necessarily."

There was a beeping sound in the room, and someone was swiping and clicking on the screen.

"The patient's name is John. According to online testing, he has a history of cyberpsychosis. If Iggdrashu is put in, even if he can survive the entire operation, he will directly become a madman, right?"

"None of your business, doctor, just get the job done."

Orosi said without emotion. "His current situation can't get any worse. It's a business with no capital, and it won't be a loss no matter what. The worst case scenario is that I didn't answer the phone and he died in the grass."

The text message popped up on John's face.

He read it word for word, but did not understand it. It was as if he had lost the ability to read, his consciousness was floating in the swamp, and he tried his best to mobilize his thinking ability...

[Mission: Deserter (Completed)]

[Reward: Pandora's Algorithm [Subset B - Used], Messiah Alloy Skeleton - Yggdrasil [Experimental]. 】

John finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Followed by.

He seemed to see a vast white light.

A terrible burning sensation spread throughout the limbs, from the chest to the fingers, there were varying degrees of sharp pain, as if a sharp blade had been passed by.

The doctor changed his position and blocked the light.

He wears gloves and a dark green hat, and his eyes are implants composed of more than a dozen lenses of different sizes.

The doctor straightened up and curled his arms. At the end of his forearm were various precision instruments and equipment.

The gray-black blade was stained with fine lines of blood.

John watched with his own eyes as he grabbed the skin on his chest, and the thick red and sticky flesh passed in front of him, as if something was inserted into his sternum, exposing his beating heart to the air.

He wished he had passed out.

What's more terrible than the pain is the loss of control of the body.

No matter how intense your life is, you will only remember your sovereignty as a human being when you are being manipulated arbitrarily - knowing that something terrible is happening to your body but being unable to stop it is a torture more painful than death.

The anesthetic had little effect on John.

During the operation, he was constantly given blood transfusions and exchanges, and even had to undergo a semi-cardiac arrest operation. Finally, after a series of twists and turns, the drug concentration in his body finally fell below the critical value.

A drowsy feeling came over him, freeing him from the horrific nightmare of being "cut alive".

It was a very restless sleep.

"On the first day after surgery, urination was normal and all indicators were good."

Drip, drip, drip.

John felt like he had been thrown into the furnace, and it hurt from the inside out. Every time he woke up, the scene and the number of people in front of him were changing.

"...The compatibility is good and it is still stable."

"Is there any problem with Yggdrasil?"

"The transplantation process went horribly smoothly. The brain fluctuations did not even exceed two standard units. It was as stable as a circumcision. I once doubted whether what I put in was the original product."

Drip, drip, drip.

There seemed to be some kind of device buzzing.

John's eyes were white, a ventilator was inserted into his throat, and his body seemed to be soaked with sweat.

His back was hot and itchy, but he couldn't speak or move.

Orosi is here again today.

She's been showing up a lot lately.

Everyone, including the surgeon, showed a slightly strange concern for John.

"He really has no rejection reaction? Is the equipment normal? Can the implant work properly?"

"The equipment function signals are all full. As for the application test, we have to wait until the patient wakes up. We have almost resurrected a corpse. We have to give him time to recover, right?"

John uses dialogue to assess the situation.

He appears to have been moved to an isolation ward for observation, and several days have passed since the derailment.

Drop, drop——

The damn equipment beeps day and night.

John even suffered from tinnitus. The mental torture was far greater than the physical pain. The good news was that he could move his fingers, but the other side of his body was still cold and numb.

Orosi is here today.

"Have you investigated it?"

"The diagnostic reports during Tiebang Logistics..."

"I don't want that. It's not accurate. I only keep John's last medical record before he left the company, which was the time he was fired..."

"...Randall."

"As far as we know, almost all of John's transformation surgeries were performed there. Madam, we can't hack that clinic. The system is very strong. Do we want to tie the doctor here?"

The person next to him reported to Orosi.

She was silent for a moment, but decided to pay for it. "There is no need to coerce or induce him. I just sent a photo of John's current situation and asked for the original diagnosis record for reference."

drop--

John was groggy and could no longer stand the sound that looped endlessly and followed a certain pattern.

He became irritated when he heard it, and there was a fire in his chest.

Euros and the surgeon were both there, and it seemed that the conversation from the last time was continuing.

"The abnormal bleeding points under the skin are similar to what I observed during surgery. The patient's body is indeed very strange, especially the results of the brain CT..."

"What do you think?"

"I really can't guess what kind of situation would cause a person's body to be in this state."

"How's the implant doing?"

"There is still no rejection reaction, and it is even higher than the original index in the laboratory. Let me put it this way, this alloy frame is almost customized for John, and it fits perfectly."

"Starting from the product source, I want experimental data."

……

John gasped violently.

He seemed to be distracted, the conversation ended, and the concepts of time and space returned to his brain.

The body seemed to be waking up from its slumber.

Drop drop drop drop.

The device beeps horribly.

John raised his arm covered with tubes and needles and pulled the long breathing tube out of his throat.

Severe pain spread throughout the body, blood and flesh were blurred, and the silver-red liquid wetly covered the sheets and even dripped onto the floor, scaring the medical staff who arrived half to death...

"Ah! Hoo, ho, ho."

John sat up in bed abruptly.

He touched his chest, looked at his arms, and was breathing heavily. The scene just now was like a distant nightmare.

"You finally woke up."

Orosi sighed and opened the curtains.

Sunlight spreads into the ward.

(End of this chapter)