Mercer smiled and touched the back of his head, "Did you change the cover for the interface at the back of my head? Old Wei, how much this time?"
"All the stuff is yours, I just earn the surgery fee... how about 2,000 Euros, mainly because of some medicines and materials."
Old Wei's pricing made Pan'an, who was anxiously watching Mercer, click his tongue—this doctor is really honest.
"This bottle is an anti-inflammatory, three times a day, besides inhaling, you can also spray on severely inflamed areas, the pain relief effect is also very obvious.
This bottle is an injectable medicine, try not to use it unless absolutely necessary, because it's slightly addictive in essence, unless the pain is severe, otherwise, bear it.
Mainly used to relieve postoperative neuralgia, I recommend using it just before sleep for a good night's rest, be careful with the dosage, the medicine dispenses one dose with each press, don't accidentally press more, there's only the capacity for five doses inside.
All symptoms should start to subside within three days.
Depending on your body, you should return to normal within seven days, if it exceeds this time, contact me anytime to confirm the situation.
Oh, and about your Single Molecule Line...
You're a hacker, you know more than me, your Single Molecule Line has a quick cracking program slot.
Just connect it to the Brain-Computer Interface yourself and use this program to transfer it into the Single Molecule Line.
However, your code-named 'Neurofly' Single Molecule Line comes with a built-in virus program.
I didn't dare to mess with it, your tech in this area might be better than mine, you better research it yourself.
It takes quite a bit of neural load; the passively operating program will continuously consume your brain's computing power.
I wanted to add a switch to it, but the nanotechnology inside is very advanced, and I'm afraid shutting it down might kill the self-replicating nano virus, making the program ineffective, so I left it on.
If you feel this Neurofly program isn't useful for you right now, I suggest deleting it directly.
Anyway, even if this thing breaks, it can't be repaired, the nanobots inside are Arasaka's specialty, capable of adhering to the Single Molecule Line... truly impressive technology.
Alright, that's it.
Oh, and the Brain-Computer Interface.
Your current Brain-Computer Interface is at least two versions more advanced than before, you'll find the speed at which it receives data is extremely fast; be careful when directly connecting to the network, it might burn your head...
It's hard to imagine how powerful the corresponding network receiver is.
The combination of these two things isn't intended for regular hackers, once activated, the amount of data your brain will receive is terrifying!
It can be said that without professional cooling, that network receiver simply can't be turned on.
Otherwise, even in standby, your body temperature will rise to over thirty-eight degrees in a minute..."
Old Wei rambled on as Mercer quietly listened, even though he already knew this info, he patiently listened until the end.
"Don't blame me for being verbose, kid, if it weren't for your insistence... I don't perform surgeries on kids, whether they want it themselves or their parents do, you made me break that rule."
Old Wei looked a bit complex: "I don't know if what I did was right or wrong."
"Thanks, Old Wei, regardless of the future, it's my road to walk.
You helped me, that's all, no matter what happens, I'll always be thankful to you."
Mercer just patted him on the shoulder and then smiled, "Teach me some boxing when you have time, I do enjoy watching boxing."
"Alright." Old Wei looked at the transaction record floating in from his prosthetic eye, then turned to point at the 'dead body prosthesis' cold storage box he slightly loathed: "Are you going to sell what's in there?"
"Yes," Mercer nodded and then said, "I plan to sell what I dismantled from myself, too."
Old Wei pondered for a moment and said, "What you've dismantled, even though it's company merchandise, isn't hazardous, and you haven't used it long, everything is quite new, I could take it all in, even that Mantis Blade.
I just checked Arasaka's supplier list, that piece, although an experimental model, is actually mass-produced for high-level agents, there's plenty of customers for it here.
But that Sianwistan won't work, I can fix it for you, but I can't take it in."
Mercer gladly nodded in agreement, "That's great, Old Wei, if you can fix it, the fee will be calculated at 10,000 Euros...
Don't refuse, I've calculated, just the cost of dissolving that circle of neural wiring is 4,000, and that's using mid-low end stuff from the bio-tech market.
Although it shouldn't be much trouble, it'll still take about an hour, you'd only earn about two or three thousand, if I save further, it'd really be embarrassing."
"Alright." Old Wei could only gladly accept, then started tallying up.
"For the Single Molecule Line, I'll give you 100,000, Arasaka's Single Molecule Line is still valuable, and you've loaded the prosthetic programs already; plug and play, no worry about backdoors.
Mantis Blade, 150,000, and that's for a pretty rare Therm Mantis Blade, its price could actually be higher.
But I can't manage a higher price here, because not many who come here can drop over 200,000 to get quality goods in one go, keeping it here would mean I'd actively have to find someone to take it.
Uh...for other things, for the prosthetic eye, 5,500 Euros, plus other fragments rounded out, in total, you'll get 360,000 Euros."
Old Wei explained: "Although this prosthetic eye of yours isn't cheap on the market, after all, it's an advanced eye for hacker connections.
But in the field of prosthetic eyes, everyone acknowledges Qilu Company as the high-end brand, everything else is considered off-brand."