Zhou Ming, a master physician of Chinese medicine, opened his eyes to find himself transmigrated into a low-level repairman in a cyberpunk scrapyard, serial number 404.
Here, chips determine humanity’s rank, and defective products are treated like bugs and eliminated on the spot.
Three hunter drones descended with the corporation’s extermination order, only to be dismantled into scrap metal by a few pieces of wire.
“What the hell are you?”
“A doctor.”
He put up a cloth sign reading “Healing the World” in the wasteland, using silver needles and the Guiyuan Formula to treat every kind of stubborn ailment. A necrotic cybernetic interface? One needle. A chip scrambling the nervous system? He set the meridians flowing. Internal organs shattered by a gravity round? Recovered in three days.
Su Xiaotang, the little girl he picked up on a whim, was a mechanical genius with an excess of emotion. She carried a toolbox bigger than herself and, blushing, held out a needle. “Brother Zhou, how about I turn this drone into a massage chair for you?”
The corporation declared, “High-risk bug. Capture immediately.”
Zhou Ming tucked a silver needle into his collar and smiled faintly.
“Go ahead and try.”
[Chinese Medicine × Cyberpunk × Sweet Romance]
In the wasteland, wherever the silver needle points, new life begins.
