"250k for implanting a simple subdermal armor." Dante grimaced. "I don't want to think about how much you'll charge for a heart implant."
"I would say-"
"I said I don't want to think about it!"
As absurd as it was, Dante knew he was getting his money's worth. That didn't mean he was happy about it, though.
"Alright, hop on the table." Saying as much, Larry adjusted his gloves and surgical gown. "This will take about twelve hours, so the sooner we start, the sooner we finish."
"Twelve hours, huh?" Dante pressed his lips into a thin line and stared at the simple surgical table. His eyes widened the next moment and he swiped the room with his gaze, turning to the underground doctor when he didn't find what he was looking for. "Did you prepare what I told you?"
Larry brought his brows together in a frown.
"I don't really get why you need it, but yes." He said. "Since it would affect the temperature of the room, I have elected to leave it somewhere else till I'm done."
"Got it…"
