The KangTao Heir: Cyberdoc by Day, Corporate Saboteur by Night

They know me as Old Vic's protégé, the best ripperdoc in Watson—but nobody suspects the blood of KangTao's ruling dynasty runs through my veins. At seven, I knelt in trash heaps salvaging combat prosthetics for scavengers, a stock certificate worth half of Pacifica hidden around my neck. Old Vic believed my hands were made for healing. He never knew that at six, I'd already performed emergency surgery with scissors on a dying scav. Night City's underworld sees a street doc installing black-market mantis blades at the Afterlife. The corporate towers see nothing at all. I've saved Mama Rodriguez…