Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 775 - 249: Law? We Don’t Care About the Law_2

But in the only surviving human eye of the Resident, Masked Rider saw tears filled within.

For ordinary patients, they'd probably have screamed to replace the surgeon long ago, only players don't care much about their own bodies and let the other mess around.

"I really shouldn't have chosen this profession back then..."

The Resident's voice was trembling.

"What's wrong with following the family's arrangement and honestly taking the exam, wasting a few years but not making myself so miserable..."

Leaving the Ivory Tower and coming to the hospital, the Resident thought he had seen enough of the cold world, the separation of life and death.

Until he entered this game, he only realized that what he had seen in the past didn't compare to this moment, and learned how much effort his predecessors had put into building the medical insurance system to prevent this kind of situation, saving so many lives.

Kind-hearted people are always prone to falling into pain and guilt due to the tragic reality.

Masked Rider didn't know how to comfort his attending physician, as the other's tears were dripping onto his leg parts bit by bit.

He wanted to remind him several times that a few places seemed to be short-circuiting due to the tears, smoking and sparking, but he held back.

Even the Wildman was silent, his body at the peak of youth and strength, having money at home, hadn't seen so many of life's seven sufferings, unable to resonate much.

"Why cry, you're a grown man?"

The seductive woman on the bed beside tried hard to move the corner of her mouth, making a sound.

"As long as your thoughts deteriorate, there are always more ways than difficulties, just drop the moral baseline and enjoy a life lacking in virtue."

The Wildman quickly scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about."

"What nonsense, I, Dio, didn't slack off, got a law degree PhD! A litigator, you know? Specially against rich corporate giants like Spielberg Wagon."

The Wildman: "Weren't you studying drainage systems?"

Enchantress: "You must've remembered wrong."

The Wildman: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Their conversation even made the Resident pause with the scalpel, as he also noticed, unable to hold the knife steadily, things could go wrong with Masked Rider's leg prosthetic before he could fix it.

"A historical figure once said an Arabian saying, you know?"

The seductive woman's stiff face made her speech difficult, drooling as she spoke.

"The more you play with deception, the more likely you are to stumble in unexpected places, so you just need to stop being a person."

"Law should be used to maintain the common interest and stability of the people and society. If the law betrays the proletariat and turns to serve the interests of the bourgeoisie, why should you still follow those broken writings?"

"Isn't it just medicine?"

"If you can't buy the real thing, then rob it. If you can't rob it, can't you make fake medicine yourself? Don't you know there's something worth learning from the third brother?"

"Well..."

The Resident was stuck.

"Wouldn't it be bad? Isn't making fake medicine against patent law?"

"Whose patent law?"

The seductive woman looked at the Resident with a gaze meant for idiots, using her mentally challenged face.

"You're using real pharmaceutical methods to make drugs in the game, is Pfizer able to hunt you across the network or has biotech obtained Pfizer's patent?"

If your thoughts deteriorate, there are always more ways than difficulties.

In the seductive woman's view, the Resident had read too many books, stubbornly stuck on rules, while this is a game, right?

Players treat Night City's legal clauses as waste paper, it's too rough for even wiping their butts, and what the heck does one pharmaceutical patent act matter?

If you truly can't buy it, then make fakes!

If biotechnologies in pharmaceutical companies find trouble?

I don't even care about Huang Ban, you think I'll care about you?

If you're not convinced, let's have a true fight.

A scoundrel?

Yes,

I am just a scoundrel.

So what?

You've been scoundrels for so many years, and now you're banning us from being scoundrels?

Some people, they are just cheap.

The rule-setters want everyone else to stay honest within the rules, contemplating to jump this circle themselves, profiting on others' heads. But when everyone stops taking this circle seriously, looking to use fists for a heavy blow, they start to cry.

"[How can you not follow the rules?]"

Such cheap people, just beat them up.

The Resident's mind was blank from the seductive woman's cheese-filled lecture, stunned for a while, even the tears stopped flowing.

"Can it really be like this?"

"Why not?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The Sword Saint rolled his eyes, looking even more stupid.

"You couldn't have thought the food factory and the chemical plant's bunch of losers developed their chemical food themselves, could you?"

"If they were truly caught by patent law, it'd be fair for each of those guys to serve years of prison time."

"But... but the process of drug production is very strict..."

The Resident was still a bit confused.

"From raw material processing to finished products involves many procedures, some special drugs have very high technical requirements, to repair the production lines for mass production would require huge investments..."

"We don't have money..."

The Resident and his fellows couldn't possibly support massive drug manufacturing funds, nor have related channels to import raw materials, let alone numerous chemical talents related to the pharmaceutical industry.

"With so many issues, it just means your moral baseline isn't low enough."

"Besides, taking one step at a time, biting back one step at a time, having a way is better than wallowing in self-pity here."

The seductive woman was also dry-mouthed from speaking so much, her face was paralyzed while speaking was tiring, she simply closed her eyes and logged off.

Just kidding.

I studied drainage systems, not law, my literacy is high as hell, how could I possibly incite Residents to do such things.