Leticia woke up to find herself wrapped up like a mummy, lying on a surgical bed.
A woman with orange-red hair was tending to her internal injuries.
"You..."
"You're awake, don't get excited. Although you are a genetically coordinated military enhancement body and your wounds heal quickly, fractures aren't so easy to recover from, and your liver has been shattered by bullets. I've used an emergency device to sustain your life for now, but you definitely need to get an implant. However..."
The woman looked at her, "Do you still have money? A conservative estimate for this set-up is also about one hundred thousand."
Leticia rolled her eyes and fainted.
Orange sighed, "Another bankrupt case picked up, well, I guess it's work to pay off the debt."
