"The organs are intact. We can operate at any time."
The busy, noisy commotion around me jolted me awake from my dream in an instant.
A second before I regained consciousness, medically speaking, I was still a corpse.
This was just a part of my plan.
Four p.m., Sebastian showed up at the rental apartment right on schedule, just as I expected.
At that time, I had no heartbeat, no pulse, and was practically indistinguishable from a dead person.
After only a cursory examination, I was transferred to Dr. Moore's operating table.
I had calculated perfectly that they had to complete this kidney transplant surgery within half an hour of my heartbeat stopping, otherwise all their prior efforts would be for nothing.
The fake-death pill I had prepared in advance had also completely worn off
