A few days later.
Inside the residence, looking at the Hexagram who was completely out of danger before her, Lin Yue finally set down her hanging heart.
She was repaired, but not entirely repaired.
After all, the person she found was just a bearded underground doctor whose competence was quite limited; after examining the Hexagram's condition, he had also told her plainly that he could fix her with his skill, but it would only restore her to a "barely usable" standard, and minor ailments certainly wouldn't be lacking.
To be fair, there were quite a few people like him in Sin City: repairing machinery, treating the sick and saving lives, gathering intelligence, dredging the sewers... it seemed they could do everything and anything, but one shouldn't expect their standards to be very high.
Going to the major corporations of Night City was impossible, something she could never do in this lifetime, and local gangs looked down on them, so they could only set up stalls in the neighborhoods or open small underground clinics just to scrape by.
Yet given Lin Yue's current situation, this was already the best medical care she could find for the Hexagram.
She couldn't seriously do as that underground doctor said and send her to District Six, could she? Admittedly, the man was right; people there dealt with cyborgs a lot more and had more experience in this regard... but for her, the problem didn't stem from there at all.
Moreover, the other party evidently misunderstood something, and before leaving, he earnestly reminded her that cyborg structures were all very delicate, and broke down even more easily than ordinary people's, so if she was going to play with them, she needed to have some limits.
Wasn't that the truth? Nobody could abuse anyone like that, those