From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

Leo looked in the direction of the voice and saw the female shop owner standing behind the counter, skillfully shuffling the cards. Her voice was truly gentle, conveying a sense of kindness and friendliness.

"Maybe in a while, I need to see the prosthetic doctor first."

Leo walked towards her, a gentle and harmless smile on his face.

"However, it's great to see friendly faces. All I've met these past few days have been jerks, lunatics, and paranoiacs."

"That certainly sounds tough, but—this is Night City, welcome to a land of legends, stranger!"

The female shop owner, with her short, tousled hair and punk-style attire, was so friendly that she seemed out of place in this city.

Leo's smile remained unchanged: "Do I look that different? I think I'm pretty much like one of those ordinary people on the street."

"Heh~" The female shopkeeper smiled slightly and shook her head gently. "You don't look like it. You really should look in the mirror. You look like... well, that's right, you look like a young master from a wealthy family in the East, and you've just been robbed. Your clothes and your face..."

She stretched out her index fingers, spread them apart to the farthest point, and said, "It's like creations from two different worlds that shouldn't be combined at all. It's too strange, completely out of sync."

Upon hearing her slightly exaggerated description, Leo subconsciously touched his cheek.

indeed,

He himself was also aware that at eighteen, in the prime of his life, he was vastly different from the locals in the cyberpunk world, who lived a “high-tech, low-life” world.

No wonder passersby always stare at him; it may not be entirely due to his charisma.

"Just by looking at the clothes you're wearing, I can probably imagine what a terrible ordeal you've been through. I think you really should see a doctor first, in case some shady people do something to you."

"Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Misty, nice to meet you."

"Leonardo DiCaprio, just call me Leo."

As he spoke, Leo subconsciously extended his right hand, making a gesture of invitation to shake hands.

In the world he used to live in, it was almost an unwritten rule to shake hands with strangers in the workplace.

Misty paused for a moment before gently shaking his hand.

"You have a lot of class, but I still have to remind you that your demeanor is not 'lower class' at all; it exudes the smugness of a corporate person."

In Watson, the poorest district in Night City, the more you act like this, the more likely you are to be targeted by bad guys.

"I... will be careful."

Leo awkwardly withdrew his hand, realizing that he really did not belong in this world.

"Hold on."

Misty's eyes lit up and stayed lit for a few seconds before going out. I have to say, it was really cool.

"Alright, I've made the appointment for you. Old Wei is free right now. Go out through this door and head straight into the basement."

She turned to the side, indicating the direction of the door.

"Thank you, talk to you later."

Leo excitedly strode out through the back door of the psychic house.

Outside was a small open space where several locals were drinking beverages and eating.

Beside them was a staircase leading downwards.

Leo didn't see the adorable hairless cat and walked down the steps with some regret.

To his left were barbed wire and metal pipes, and to his right was a tiled wall covered in graffiti. If it weren't for the two rows of cold lights above the door directly in front, no one would guess that this was a private clinic.

As he stepped into the basement, he faced his second challenge—a heavy-looking metal mesh door.

Looking at the green light on the door, which he couldn't tell was either a lock or a doorbell, Leo chose the third option: to knock politely.

dong dong dong.

Swah——

The iron gate opened automatically.

The exciting boxing match commentary came to an abrupt end as a bespectacled, well-built middle-aged man shut down his computer and turned to look at them.

“Don’t be shy, come over here,” Misty said. “A ‘special’ customer has come and wants me to come and see for myself.”

His tone was friendly, exuding the relaxed feeling unique to middle-aged fathers.

Leo obediently walked forward and stopped about three meters in front of him: "Good evening, doctor, I need some medical help."

"It's obvious you were robbed? Your prosthetic body was removed? Or worse—your organs were removed by the cleaners?"

"It's...not that bad."

Seeing Leo remain silent, the prosthetic doctor laughed heartily twice: "Haha, just kidding. You look pretty good, but that outfit really doesn't suit your face. No wonder Misty said you're special."

"Sit down and talk. There are chairs over there."

Leo brought over a small stool, sat down opposite him, and introduced himself: "My name is Leonardo DiCaprio, you can just call me Leo. I'm an international student from the East, uh, I ran into a little trouble along the way."

“‘You’?” The doctor, with his neat short hair and clean-shaven beard, raised an eyebrow. “You’re very polite, quite different from the patients I usually see.”

"Don't be so formal. I'm not so old that I need others to use honorifics on me."

“My name is Victor Viktor. At your age, you can just call me Old Viktor.”

As expected, Vee's personality is consistent with that in the game; he is a trustworthy prosthetic doctor.

Leo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and readily changed his tune: "Alright, Old Wei, I'm here to install a brain-computer interface, a prosthetic eye, and some equipment suitable for novice technicians—I don't know much about this stuff, so I need you to explain it to me."

"Uh-huh."

Old Wei listened and nodded, his gaze fixed on the man's face.

"Being humble and polite is a good thing, but don't tell everyone you don't know anything, especially not to prosthetic doctors you're not familiar with. Looking at your silly face, those people would take advantage of you if they had any bad intentions."

"You...would you mind if I gave you a basic physical exam first? No blood test, just a simple check of your facial features and such."

"Uh, of course, please."

Leo hesitated for a moment, but still chose to agree.

Listening to the doctor was his fundamental principle, as he was someone who was both afraid of death and sickness.

Nobody: Chapter Nine - The Sage Old Man

The basic physical examination that Lao Wei mentioned was really basic.

It involves using a small flashlight to examine the fundus of the eye, the oral cavity, and the nasal cavity, among other things.

Similar to his annual routine physical examination, the difference was that Old Wei specifically checked behind his ears and wrists, his eyes revealing an increasingly surprised look.

"Holy crap."

Even the well-informed Lao Wei has his moments of fluster.

"I've seen a few people who don't have prosthetic bodies, but apart from those monks, you're the first one I've seen who doesn't even have a brain-computer interface or a personal terminal."

You don't look like the kind of person who's so poor they can't even afford basic cybernetic implants. You're... what's it called again, a pure, pure naturalist?

Leo didn't know how to answer the question, so he could only give a vague answer.

Old Wei didn't delve into it, but simply remarked, "I heard that where you live, you get a basic prosthetic body when you register your birth, and you can replace it for free periodically before adulthood. How come there are natural persons..."

"Hmm... never mind, I'll follow the doctor's code and not ask questions I shouldn't ask." He reopened his computer and switched to the work interface. "According to the procedure, I need to verify your identity first."

He logged into a website that appeared to be a database of prosthetic doctors and quickly entered Leo's full name.

quickly,

A fake identity, freshly created just fifteen minutes ago, appeared on the screen.

"Leonardo... his identity and resume are all fine. He's a legal citizen, and he's from your capital. He's rich, just as I imagined."

"Does this make me a rich person?"

Leo glanced down at his yellowed clothes and couldn't help but tease him.

Old Wei waved his hand and glanced at him casually. "I'm a doctor. I can tell just by looking at your skin, teeth, and facial features that you're from a wealthy family, and a really, really wealthy one at that."

“Ordinary people who eat synthetic foods and are exposed to all kinds of addictive drugs that they shouldn’t be exposed to could not possibly raise a healthy person like you who is so healthy that there is not a single flaw. Not to mention, you are even a rare natural person.”

"Tell me, aren't truly natural foods delicious?"

Leo could tell he meant no harm, and casually complained, "You're overthinking it, Old Vie. Organic food is expensive, I can't afford it either."

“Organic food…that’s a term I haven’t heard in ages.” Old Wei flipped through his documents with one hand. “Ordinary people have never even eaten real meat, yet the rich over there are pursuing pollution-free, natural food. Sigh, maybe I shouldn’t have asked this question.”

After looking at it for a while, he turned to Leo and said, "Getting back to the main point, I've looked at your information, and theoretically there are no problems."

"What about in reality?" Leo couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Of course there are problems. You are a natural person, and there is no data on your physical fitness in the database. This means that I cannot just install a high-load prosthetic body on you, lest your body cannot withstand it."

Is there any way to test this?

"Of course, we'll install the brain-computer interface and personal terminal first, then add a basic prosthetic eye and bio-monitoring system. After the equipment collects enough body data in a few days, we'll consider the next step of installing the prosthetic body."

"That makes sense, I'll listen to you."

"I like straightforward customers."

Old Wei quickly printed out a full medical examination form on the computer. "It's not a small job to install a prosthetic body for the first time. Just to be on the safe side, I need to give you a real full-body check-up first. I need to draw some venous blood and take some X-rays."

Leo nodded: "No problem, let's begin."

"Hmm... okay, let's start with the blood test."

Old Wei brought over a blood-drawing device that looked a bit like an alien toy gun, with a needle so small it was hard to see.

"Choose an arm."

Leo rolled up his sleeves, revealing his left arm.

After a simple disinfection, Lao Wei pressed the blood-drawing device against his arm. A slight stinging sensation came, but he could hardly feel anything.

One minute later, the blood draw was complete. There was only a small red dot at the puncture site, and the bleeding stopped on its own without needing to be pressed.

"Alright, the various blood tests will take about fifteen minutes. I strongly suggest you change your clothes first. I'm worried about your wound getting infected while you're wearing these dirty clothes that you don't even know where you picked them up from."

Just as Leo was about to nod, he awkwardly realized something—he had money but no way to spend it.

After telling Old Wei this tragic, even somewhat ridiculous, reason, the other man was indeed amused.

"Haha, I thought I was quite worldly-wise, but I never expected such an outrageous situation. Ah, never mind, I'll lend you the money."

He opened the small safe on the corner of the table and took out several banknotes.

"Sometimes the patients who come to see me will give me paper money, like lending you 200 euros."

If you go out of Misty's shop through the main entrance and turn left, about fifty meters away, there is a second-hand shop on your right.

The shop owner is nice; all the secondhand clothes she buys are clean. Pick out an outfit, and we can proceed with the next step of the inspection when you get back.”

"...Thanks, Old Wei."

Leo accepted the money, feeling genuinely touched.

"I never expected that I would need to borrow money from you on our first meeting. You are such a kind person."

"Hmph, alright, go on. Any part of you is worth five figures, be careful not to get kidnapped."

Old Wei busied himself with his blood sample, and in Leo's eyes, even that large tattooed arm seemed to radiate the compassionate and benevolent light of a saint.

He hurriedly left the underground clinic, greeted Misty, and quickly walked out of the store after she reminded him to "be careful."

He had long been fed up with the smelly old clothes, which made his skin red and itchy, and he suspected it was an allergic reaction.

Go out and turn left, walk fifty meters, it will be on your right.

Second-hand store

The simple LED sign clearly states the store's business scope.

As I pushed open the door, a faint scent of leather wafted into my nostrils.

The cashier was located closest to the entrance, and behind the counter stood a hot black woman, probably in her thirties.

"Wow, what a handsome young man! I haven't seen such a good-looking man in Chinatown for ages. Is your face natural? It looks so natural!"

Her overly familiar enthusiasm made Leo a little embarrassed, so he could only call on his savior: "Old Wei sent me here, I need to buy some clothes."

"Old Viktor? Oh, you mean Victor, the handsome old man's illegitimate son? He doesn't seem like it..."