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[The life-saving system has been successfully upgraded.]

[The host can consume its lifespan to obtain various body function enhancements, and the upper limit of enhancement is the human limit. 】

[The parts that can be strengthened are divided into the brain, the five limbs, and the trunk. It takes seven days to strengthen all parts at the same time. The host is asked to choose the strengthened parts carefully. 】

[The enhanced effect is for the host to experience by himself.]

[The current remaining lifespan of the host: 8 days and 12 hours.]

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By the time Du Wei came back to his senses after listening to the system prompts in his mind, Wesker in front of him had already finished speaking.

"...Then transplant your kidney to me."

Facing Wesker's aggressive eyes, Duwei smiled calmly:

“The success of kidney transplantation first requires that the donor and recipient’s immune types match.

If you transplant a kidney directly without matching, the postoperative immune rejection will only make you die in pain.

So I suggest that if you really need two kidneys, you should get an immune match first.

My kidney may not be suitable for you."

In Dewey's long speech, Wesker only noticed that kidney transplantation might lead to his painful death.

He didn't take such a big risk to remove the tumor just to push himself to the brink of death again.

Wesker snorted coldly and stared at Du Wei with evil eyes:

"Boy, you're lucky, just take the gold coins and get out."

Du Wei shrugged, took twelve gold coins from the bodyguard at the door, and was about to leave when Wesker's voice sounded again:

"Wait a minute, will there be any impact if there is one missing kidney? For example, it will make you unable to do what you want in some aspects?"

Du Wei, who understands men instantly, smiled and then replied:

"Don't worry, it won't be your kidneys that make you unable to do what you want.

This will only have something to do with you staying up late, drinking too much, and taking drugs.

There is no difference between you and a normal person now."

At the same time, Du Wei silently added in his heart that the premise of all this is that Wesker's tumor does not recur.

Hearing Duwei's answer, Wesker nodded with satisfaction.

Life is alive, but if you lose a lot of fun because of bad kidneys, then the taste of life will be much less.

Then he looked at the other three doctors, pointed his gun at the corpse on the smooth floor and asked:

"Why are you still here? Do you want me to treat you to a bullet?"

When the three doctors heard this, they immediately took their pay from the bodyguards and left with panicked expressions.

After everyone left, Wesker groaned and bent down, and intense sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Everything he did just now was just an act of toughness.

How can anyone be so energetic right after surgery? It doesn't exist.

He just wanted to spread the news about his excellent postoperative recovery through the mouths of these doctors.

Only in this way can some thoughtful people be frightened so that they dare not act rashly!

As for Du Wei, who was the chief surgeon in the later period, he was naturally aware of his situation.

But the performance that should be coordinated still needs to be performed.

After all, no matter how much you play the gun, it is real, and it is also real that Wesker dares to kill people.

Not to mention the tight security personnel waiting outside the operating room.

It's just that these things are a trouble for Duwei, but for some people, they are just a small challenge.

Now Du Wei has a crazy plan in mind.

The killer being chased by the Blood Hands is still in the hotel, and Wesker, the spokesperson of the Blood Hands at the High Table, is now in a weak state.

Then you can try the trick of driving away wolves and devouring tigers.

If it is done, he will immediately gain a lot of lifespan.

No, it had nothing to do with him. He didn't believe that Wesker would take the risk of capturing him alive when faced with such a killer who was always attacking people's vitals.

With a plan in mind, Du Wei returned to the front desk.

When Karen saw Du Wei coming back safe and sound, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Because the operation was completed earlier than he expected.

Karen asked pretending not to care:

"Perfectly solved?"

"If one person's death can be considered perfect, then probably."

Karen raised his eyebrows, took Duvilla into the rest room behind him, and then lowered his voice and asked:

"Someone died? Who died?"

"Caesar, was..."

Du Wei's words were quickly interrupted by Karen, who shook his head gently:

"Shh, be quiet, don't say this name.

I will arrange for 'takeaway' to be delivered to your door.

You should keep this matter in your stomach, otherwise you will be in a lot of trouble.

No killing is allowed in the Continental Hotel, do you understand?"

Du Wei chuckled:

"I understand, but I need to ask you something.

Can you tell me what room number the person I rescued this afternoon lives in?

He left in such a hurry that he didn't even pay me."

Karen, who was turning the rotary phone at the front desk, paused her fingers slightly, raised her head and said:

"You mean Harry? He should know the rules.

Forget it, go find him, room 603."

Du Wei nodded and turned to leave, Karen's voice could be heard faintly behind him.

"I'm Karen, yes, I need to reserve a luxury dinner for one person. The address is in the back alley of the Continental Hotel..."

What was said later was blocked by the closed door.

But Du Wei doesn't care about this for the time being. He can't use this 'takeaway' service now.

Soon he knocked on the door of Room 603.

The person inside the door opened the peephole and took a look, then opened the door to a gap.

"Is it you? What's the matter?"

Through the gap, Du Wei could see that the muscles of the person who opened the door were tense, and he had one hand behind his back. He must have held a pistol with the safety on.

As for the no-killing rule in mainland hotels? Anyone who believes this is already living in a photo frame.

"As for the ambulance crews who tried to take you away this afternoon, I was on the back of their hands..."

Having said this, Du Wei deliberately stopped talking.

Harry must have understood what he meant.

really.

A look of emotion appeared on Harry's face.

The situation was urgent at that time, so he did not hold back, nor did he stop at the scene to check for clues attached to the body.

He had some vague guesses about these guys who wanted to kill him.

But it's not certain.

Now that he heard that the emergency doctor had seen the key information, he immediately took off the door chain.

Then he quickly poked his head out and looked around the corridor, then pulled Du Wei into the room by his clothes.

Then the door slammed shut.

After closing the door, Harry still put one hand behind his back. He looked at Duwei in front of him warily:

"What exactly did you see?"

Du Wei sat on the sofa aside and poured himself a cup of coffee:

"Relax, I have no ill intentions towards you, otherwise there would be no need to save you in the first place, right?"

Harry still scanned Duwei's movements vigilantly:

"To put it bluntly, I don't have time to play the Riddler game with you."

"I saw bloody hand tattoos on the backs of their hands."

"What?!"