[Eden City - East District Underground Clinic]
"Welcome back, Superman."
Ryan Randall moved away the shadowless lamp, revealing his familiar bald head, and flipped up his surgical magnifiers. "Do you believe in religion? Sorry to disappoint you, but no little angel is as reliable as an old man like me."
John wanted to get up but couldn't move, feeling incredibly weak.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the numbers are jumping."
Ryan's auxiliary robotic arm was covered in blood.
"I haven't pulled an all-nighter for surgery in a long time, not sure if I could save you without the drogas... so don't mess around, the lingering propofol is causing your dizziness and phantom limb pain, it's normal."
"Why am I here?"
John's mind was gradually clearing up.
[Чтозачёрт! (Damn it)]
The prosthetic eye plugin translated a Russian phrase.
John turned his head toward the source of the voice and saw—Talia sitting astride on a metal stool, one arm in a cast.
