In the eyes of outsiders, the glamorous doctor industry hides countless tears and struggles of medical students.
"Actually, it’s not all that bad."
The high monk from Putuo Temple rubbed the back of his head, looking very honest and simple.
"With the skills of the boss, once you get the licensing for practicing as a prosthetic doctor, won’t there be a fortune in Euro Gold coming in? With Game Coin, we can sell gold, right? In a game , who’s worried about a shortage of game addicts? Those wealthy folks have piles of cash with nowhere to spend them in the game. By then, we’ll earn Euro Gold and spend RMB, 2000RMB for 3000 Euro Gold, isn’t that beautiful."
This guy makes a lot of sense.
The resident blinked, how come he hadn’t thought of that?
Before the other pointed it out, he had only been thinking about indulging in the thrill of being a high-level doctor in the game, without considering converting Game Coin into cash.
What’s this behavior called again? Seems like it’s referred to as brick-moving?
The resident heavily slapped the monk on the shoulder from Putuo Temple.
"Good buddy, just for that, stick with me from now on, and I’ll ensure you live the high-life!"
"Oh, no, no." The high monk from Putuo Temple laughed naively and sincerely, "Still need the boss to lead us on this mission."
Three ERO ambulances, a total of five players from the Medical Department, four bodyguard players, plus three NPC drivers and Gloria are all on their way towards Taiping Continent, with Mann’s squad trailing behind the convoy.
This is also the resident’s long-awaited charity medical service event.
When he proposed this idea to Gloria, her eyes changed.
Is this guy some kind of descended Jesus?
Charity medical service?
Are there doctors in this world who don’t charge?
The most ridiculous part was when Lin Miao heard this suggestion, he waved his hand directly.
The location was set at Taiping Continent, in the territory of the Voodoo Gang.
Lin Miao even instructed ERO to prepare a batch of common ailment medications to send over, so they can treat illnesses and dispense drugs simultaneously.
When Lin Miao called Placid, the other was shocked, wondering how these people moved so fast, as he had just finished the call yesterday afternoon. Could there be some trickery involved?
However, when the three ambulances stopped on the outskirts of the Haitian residential area, he suddenly felt he had made the right choice.
Perhaps accustomed to the slow-paced life of the West Medical System, the local residents of Night City were a bit culturally clashed when faced with the Eastern university’s speed.
Gloria was the first to jump out of the vehicle, joining Mann and others to connect with the approaching members of the Voodoo Gang.
Around them, the Haitians watched with strong vigilance, in case of conflict, even the local vegetable seller might pull out a gun to join the fight.
This sense of alienation is why Haitians have yet to be assimilated by Night City.
"Mr. Placid, ERO’s medication and personnel are here. When can the consultation begin?"
Having seen many such situations, Gloria no longer needed to act boastful like before, speaking calmly and smoothly, neither humble nor arrogant.
"Now is fine, but I’ll be watching you. We also have doctors, so don’t try anything." Placid said.
Gloria smiled lightly, didn’t respond, but snapped her fingers, and the doctors and bodyguard players in the vehicle began unloading frames, quickly assembling tents for medical use in the open area.
This kind of charity medical event, especially amidst foreigners, gave players a distinct feeling of being part of an international organization, coming here for poverty alleviation and rescue.
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Rebecca lay slumped on the front window of the vehicle, lazily observing the bustling players.
"Do they have too much energy and money? Running to this ghost place for charity medical service... free consultations..."
Thinking about it, she had once just saved Qiwei and was nagged by her brother for several days. This kind of altruism is nearly extinct in a capital-dominated world, even if it exists, it’s limited to those close to oneself; how could anyone provide expensive medical services to complete strangers?
If it were any other company, they would definitely be here to test drugs, not with good intentions.
But having interacted with the players many times, Rebecca knew that when not fighting, these people are ridiculously kind-hearted and naive.
"Hmm." Mann tossed Rebecca a drink, "Just watch properly, treating it as a good deed; keep an eye on the surrounding safety."
He almost felt like he was being absorbed into their ranks, running around with Gloria every day, doing nothing yet getting paid, feeling relaxed and comfortable.
When he felt like fighting, he could join the players in boxing matches, or follow them to clear out gang bases. Though not very lucrative, it relaxed his mind a lot.
Dorio was sighing on the side, "I’ve been wondering what kind of place could raise people like them... definitely not New America."
As for Pira, he was installing cameras around to prevent any accidents or theft of medications.
The first batch of patients for the charity event were arranged by Placid, all low-level members of the Voodoo Gang, and he continued to randomly intermingle gang members in subsequent consultations. After the charity medical service, he planned to head to the Hacker for self-checks to ensure these doctors didn’t pull any tricks.
Outside the enclosure, more and more Haitians gathered out of curiosity. They heard that free diagnoses and medication were being given out here, driven by sheer curiosity.
Inside the tent, gazing at the mohawk-haired young black man sitting in front of him, the resident asked:
"Where are you feeling discomfort?"
The young black man extended his right arm prosthetic.
"Recently, my right hand seems consistently slow to react."