Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

"It seems their surgery indeed has a very high failure rate."

When they first heard that surgery could directly and drastically enhance one's physical quality, Kuang Xin and the others were also very tempted.

In a sci-fi game world, the setting of body enhancement through surgery wasn't something they rejected, and since it was just a game, as long as it wasn't too outrageous, no one would refuse actual strength increase.

While coming to Grey Iron City to complete tasks, they also harbored the thought of strengthening themselves through the surgeries offered here.

Add to that, they were destined to bring back a large quantity of Repair Stabilizing Liquid; if they skimmed a bit for themselves, they could ensure that they wouldn't be controlled by others due to this special resource.

But now...

Before their eyes were either the numb, withered faces of refugees or the feeble figures of the disabled with missing arms and legs.

With high surgery failure rates and great risks, even the native residents of the city refused those free body enhancement surgeries.

Just like the young girl said earlier, they had worked hard to obtain their current level of strength development, there was no need to gamble their future in the game on an uncertain factor.

The four arrived in a strange environment and for a moment, no one spoke. They all scanned everything within sight with scrutinizing gazes, silently observing the place.

"Ugh~"

A muffled grunt emerged from somewhere in the silent darkness.

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"Hiss~" The man who cried out in pain clutched his chest. Awakened from deep sleep by the pain, he instinctively let out a cry. But knowing his voice would only resonate with others suffering from similar pains, the man forced himself to suppress the impulse to cry out and ease his agony, yet the tearing-like sharp pains still made him uncontrollably let out a hoarse whimper from his throat.

Noticing that Kuang Xin and the others were looking in that direction, Wang Wenbo, who had been standing by the side, took the initiative to explain, "Everyone is like this, the underground is damp and dark, their wounds easily become infected and worsen... There are hardly any painkillers; they can only endure it on their own."

"" Gong Yan tightened the small pack slung over her shoulder and walked towards that direction, "I'll take a look."

"She's a doctor," Gu Lan volunteered.

"But..." Wang Wenyan began to speak but was gently pulled back by Wang Wenbo in secret.

Watching the silhouette painstakingly navigate the uneven ground in the dim light, Dai Lian's eyes were filled with tenderness.

"She's still so kind-hearted."

She couldn't bear to see people suffer, even if they were just some unremarkable NPCs.

The injuries of the surgery failure cases weren't particularly complicated; otherwise, they couldn't have survived until now. With timely care, or even just a clean environment and sufficient nutrition, they could easily recover.

But even these were mere pipe dreams.

The worsening wounds weren't complicated to treat. Using the medicine she brought, she easily treated the wounds and then bandaged them; the man awoken by the pain fell back into a warm slumber in the waves of drowsiness amidst the peaceful and tranquil surroundings.

Looking at the now stably-breathing person who had fallen asleep in front of her, Gong Yan's lips held a pure smile.

["Knowledge—Bandaging (First Aid)" has reached its maximum level and cannot be improved.]

Even if her skill proficiency had maxed out, this experience was still novel and interesting to her.

And watching this unfold nearby, a man with a lame leg hopped up in excitement and hopped towards her, "You're a doctor, right? You're a doctor, right? Please take a look at me! Please take a look at me! See if this leg can stand normally again! I beg you! I beg you! I really need a pair of legs that can move normally!"

"Don't rush! Don't rush!" Gong Yan quickly got up to meet him, ignoring the foul stench of rotting flesh on him and supported his arms, "Sit down first, let me see what's wrong."

But the man's cries carried far in the dark and quiet cave, no doubt drawing nearly everyone's attention.

"Doctor!"

This term was not often heard in this place.

Those who performed surgeries on everyone were also called "doctors."

But those were devils! They were "demons" that brought misfortune to everyone here.

Yet, if one could alleviate everyone's suffering, a "doctor" appearing here was undoubtedly someone everyone would pray for and long for.

In an instant, numerous frail or disabled figures struggled to their feet, surging toward the direction whence the voice had emanated.

A mass of shadows, the noise of footsteps and cries filled the previously quiet and peaceful underground cavity.

"Doctor, save me! Cough, cough, cough! Doctor, save me! I'm dying! I'm dying! I don't want to die!"

"Doctor! Please save my father! He was crushed by two boulders working in a dark mine, and now his entire body is almost rotting away..."

"Doctor..."

"Doctor!"

The crowd surged like throwing a handful of bloody meat into a shark tank, triggering an instant uproar.

Even Wang Wenbo, who had anticipated something like this, was startled.

He knew that a situation like this would arise, having stayed here for so long, he was all too aware of what a doctor meant to everyone here.