Chapter 29: The Ambition to Save the World - Destroy the High Table!
David looked at the attending slumped on the floor, utterly defeated, and shook his head.
He glanced at the relatively composed second assistant, then gestured toward the attending who'd lost all fighting spirit.
"Can you handle first assistant?
Things have reached this point—I guess you don't have much choice but to trust me now."
Wendy, the second assistant, studied David briefly, then silently moved to where David had been standing, accepting his proposal.
David exhaled lightly, retrieved the dropped Metzenbaum scissors, and after re-sterilizing them, began carefully dissecting the remaining adhesions.
In truth, the attending had already completed most of the dissection over the past two hours.
The portion remaining for David wasn't particularly challenging.
David just needed steady hands and meticulous technique.
Wendy, transitioning from second to first assistant, gradually found her rhythm under the influence of David's unwavering composure.
Watching the two work at the operating table while Wesker's vitals remained stable, the attending sitting on the floor felt somewhat disoriented.
Was he hallucinating?
The young man who could barely assist at first had now become their salvation?
If this wasn't surreal, what was?
If he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, who would believe a kid could assume control of a complex leiomyosarcoma resection?
Caesar, observing from outside, also witnessed this scene.
He was already shocked the surgery had remained stable this long without complications.
When he saw the attending collapse in defeat, he even felt a twisted satisfaction.
This was the consequence of following that kid's suggestion!
Especially when the young man assumed the primary surgeon role, Caesar felt both anticipation and dread that Wesker's heart would flatline.
But as time elapsed, Wesker's cardiac rhythm didn't waver at all!
He watched with his own eyes as the young man dissected a tumor the size of two grapefruit.
Next came irrigating the abdominal cavity with warm saline, then closing, all executed flawlessly.
So much so that even after the surgery concluded, Caesar hadn't recovered from his shock.
The tumor that had encased the abdominal aorta was actually removed just like that?
It was simply incomprehensible!
A surgery that was essentially doomed had actually been salvaged by David?
Everyone regarded this young surgeon with expressions of astonishment.
Before the procedure ended, not a single person had expected this outcome.
Yet David had genuinely completed the latter half of this surgery almost single-handedly!
Looking at David, whose expression remained impossibly calm, even Caesar—who'd witnessed the entire process—couldn't help asking:
"How the hell did you pull that off?"
David shrugged and gestured toward the enforcers still blocking the doorway:
"How I did it doesn't matter. What matters is whether they'll honor their word."
Caesar reflexively countered:
"This is the Continental, and no one can violate the hotel's rules. No business on company grounds."
David shook his head, looked at Wesker still unconscious on the table, and a faint, almost imperceptible smirk crossed his face:
"Hey, the guy on that table makes the rules.
Rules are the Sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, but for them? Just friendly suggestions.
Until Wesker fully regains consciousness and declares this a success, we can't consider ourselves safe."
After hearing David's assessment, Caesar immediately fell silent.
This was precisely why he'd been reluctant to operate on High Table members.
God only knew what Wesker's reaction would be upon waking and discovering he was missing a kidney.
But he hadn't performed the surgery—he should be... fine, right?
During the somewhat anxious wait, the unconscious Wesker frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw the bright OR lights overhead, a flash of relief immediately crossed Wesker's face.
Seeing these familiar surgical lights meant he'd survived!
This was a successful operation!
He'd successfully preserved his wealth and his position!
These physicians deserved rewards!
But when he sat upright, he suddenly noticed something wrong.
He'd clearly only had one tumor, so why were there two organs on the surgical tray?
Slightly alarmed, he looked toward the attending:
"Hey, old man. Did I have two tumors?"
The attending opened his mouth, momentarily uncertain how to explain.
Seeing the attending's silence, Wesker immediately sensed trouble. He looked toward the second assistant, Wendy. She averted her eyes, refusing to meet his gaze.
Wesker's anger flared instantly:
"What? You had the balls to cut but nobody has the balls to tell me what the fuck happened?"
While everyone remained silent, David suddenly stood:
"I'll tell you. One of your kidneys was obstructing tumor removal.
So we also removed your left kidney."
"You did WHAT?!"
Wesker's voice turned ice-cold instantly.
They dared remove his perfectly healthy kidney—what audacity!
David spoke calmly, seemingly oblivious to Wesker's murderous glare:
"The situation was this: if we didn't remove the kidney, you would've died. It was the optimal decision given the circumstances."
Just then, Caesar—seizing an opportunity to deflect—immediately threw David under the bus:
"This plan was his idea! He was also the one who cut! Nothing to do with the rest of us!"
Wesker's gaze followed the voice toward Caesar:
"So you didn't participate in the surgery?"
Feeling Wesker's oppressive stare, Caesar swallowed hard:
"No, this guy did everything."
After hearing Caesar's response, Wesker's face—pale from surgery—suddenly twisted into a smile:
"Heh. Very good. Very good indeed."
Caesar's tense muscles immediately relaxed.
But what followed was a deafening gunshot!
BANG!
Everyone stared at Wesker in shock.
Wesker had just pulled a Glock from beneath his pillow and shot Caesar dead!
Looking at the smoke rising from the barrel, Wesker revealed a cruel smile:
"I brought you here to perform surgery, not spectate. You useless piece of shit who contributed nothing—go to hell! As for you..."
Wesker turned toward David, apparently contemplating something.
After witnessing Wesker kill without hesitation, David suddenly realized the High Table members were never benevolent individuals.
They were an assassin organization that murdered on command!
This world indeed didn't have a nuclear crisis, but this world had the High Table!
A shadow organization hidden beneath civilized society's surface!
The number of people dying daily across various sectors because of the High Table was incalculable!
The direction he'd been pursuing from the beginning was fundamentally wrong!
If he wanted to resolve his insufficient lifespan problem, he needed to save countless lives.
Then eliminating the High Table could grant him virtually infinite lifespan!
Rather than desperately saving people daily, terrified that missing even one would mean his "service" getting terminated, it would be better to eradicate this evil High Table and solve the problem definitively!
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