MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 32 save people

Chapter 32 Rescue

Wang Wen is just an ordinary person now, and it is not much faster than an ambulance to get to the World Tower Square.

The only thing he had time to do was get into the car with the stretcher and stay by the boy's side.

The boy's body was riddled with holes, as if countless crossbow arrows had passed through him.

A large amount of blood loss made his face pale with a hint of gray. After the doctor's emergency rescue, the nutrient solution and blood were injected into the body to barely breathe.

There are too many wounds and the injuries are too serious. There is no surgery in the ambulance and only temporary bandages can be used to stop the bleeding.

The doctor glanced at Wang Wen and said, "Are you his family? It might not last long depending on the situation."

"We are classmates in the college." Wang Wen looked down at the boy and went back to the doctor and said, "His mother has been notified, and he is on his way."

The doctor nodded, stopped talking, and concentrated on stopping the bleeding.

Wang Wen thought for a while, then took out the only World Tower prop [Ginseng Fruit] on his body and handed it to the doctor, asking, "Can I feed him? Ginseng Fruit on the 250th floor."

The doctor looked up at him in surprise, took the [ginseng fruit] and said, "I'll try my best, he can't eat right now."

Turning his head, he asked the assistant to grind the fruit into a puree in a clean cup, and then carefully feed it into the thin boy's mouth little by little.

The properties of the World Tower props are extraordinary and melt in the mouth, but it is not easy to choke.

The fruit is finished.

The injury did not improve significantly.

The boy woke up.

Although he is still very weak, at least he can open his eyes.

He slowly turned his eyes to see Wang Wen beside him, a smile appeared in his eyes, but was soon covered by pain.

"Pain..." The boy's hoarse voice came out of his throat.

The doctor stopped him from continuing to speak.

Wang Wen said softly, "Don't be afraid, for minor injuries, just go to the hospital for a few stitches."

The boy coughed, so much blood oozes from his whole body.

The doctor and assistant were sweating profusely.

After being busy for a while, the doctor looked at the various instruments, with a helpless expression on his face, and said to Wang Wen, "After all, it is a serious injury, not aging. The efficacy of ginseng fruit is limited."

He turned his head to look at the boy in pain, took off his mask, no longer stopped the other person from speaking, nodded to Wang Wen, "You two, just say what you want to say."

Wang Wen's hands trembled as steady as Mount Tai. He raised his head and asked the ambulance driver, "How long will it take you to get to the hospital, Master? Please hurry up and thank you."

The driver probably knew what was going on behind him. He didn't say much, and silently stepped on the accelerator to the end.

The skinny boy raised his hand laboriously, and Wang Wen quickly stretched out his hand to let him hold it.

"I, am I, dying?" The thin boy put his hand on Wang Wen's hand and said intermittently.

Wang Wen pursed his lips and said, "I won't let you die."

The boy gasped for air like a lack of oxygen. After calming down, he shook his head with all his might and said, "Don't bother, don't bother... I have it, mentally prepare, prepare... Scientific decryption, I don't have a problem... I can't think of it, the agency, so tough.."

"Why did you enter the tower?" Wang Wen said angrily, "You don't recommend entering the tower for first-year students, don't you know?"

The boy opened his pale mouth and seemed to be smiling. He said, "I want to make money and invite you to dinner. Then, you don't have to be so busy."

Wang Wen looked at him silently, speechless.

The hospital has arrived.

The boy closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

The medical staff quickly pushed the boy to the operating room.

Before entering the door, the doctor blocked Wang Wen and said, "We will do our best, but you must be mentally prepared."

Wang Wen nodded and said, "Don't save money, use the best of everything."

The door to the operating room closed.

Not long after, the skinny boy's mother arrived.

She was also a thin and small middle-aged woman. When she saw Wang Wen, she was dripping with sweat, as if she was running over.

She was in a good mood, not so broken down. She calmly asked Wang Wen about the situation. When she learned that she was being rescued in the operating room, she nodded and sat on the stool against the wall to wait quietly.

Wang Wen gave her her cell phone number, saying that she had something to call.

The boy's mother didn't ask any more questions, she said thanks and stopped talking.

Wang Wen strode out of the hospital and took a taxi to the group building of the First Consortium.

When he arrived at the Intelligence Department, he saw Tong Xiaolei, the leader of the middle team, and he asked her, "Is Chang there?"

Tong Xiaolei tilted her head to indicate she was in the office.

She was already very familiar and didn't need her to lead the way. Wang Wen walked directly into Chang Chang's office and said to the old man who was busy checking the verification report: "Borrow me something, I can't afford it now, but I will do it within ten years. Repay the First Consortium twice."

The old man put down the report in his hand, took off his glasses and asked, "Let's talk about it first, what can I borrow?"

"The rare item on the 500th floor is a golden pill."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "No."

Wang Wen insisted: "There must be!"

The old man asked him strangely: "As we all know, the highest tower of human beings is only 499. Why do you say that we will have 500-story props? Or is it a rare prop that can be encountered and cannot be found?"

Wang Wen said seriously: "With the strength of the first consortium, it must have cultivated an elite team of more than 500 floors. Please lend me the golden pill. I want to save people, and I am in a hurry."

"It's outrageous." The old man continued to shake his head, dumbfounded. "What are you thinking? Let's not say whether we have it or not. Even if we have it, why would we lend it to you? Just because of your words?"

Wang Wen put his palm on the desk: "Lend it to me, I will remember this favor for the rest of my life, no matter what happens in the future, I have nothing to say if you speak."

The old man was silent.

Think for a long time.

Still shaking his head.

"Don't you talk about your feelings at all?" Wang Wen straightened up, frowning tightly.

The old man held up the teacup to cover his mouth and nose, and said in a muffled voice, "Wang Wen, you should understand the value of a rare item with five hundred floors. Don't say a year, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay it back for the rest of your life."

Wang Wen nodded. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

He took a deep look at the old man.

Turn around and leave.

The old man put down the teacup.

Staring at the boy with heavy footsteps.

There was a trace of unbearableness in my heart.

After thinking for a while, he opened the drawer and took out a peculiarly shaped communicator, opened it, and said to the communication port: "Our group's treasure house, is the golden elixir still there?"

Opposite voice transmission: "Permission."

"Ancient sees soldiers."

"Wait... here."

"Send it to the Intelligence Department, I'll use it."

"... Gu Yuchang, are you sure? This will make you lose all the shares you hold."

"..."

The old man looked up at Wang Wen who was stopped by the team leader outside the door, and hesitated for a moment.

Then he smiled freely: "I'm sure, I'll deliver it immediately."

Boy, I hope you can do what you say and don't let me down.

He happily lifted the teacup, looked out the door through the glass, and patiently waited for the long-awaited fight.

Wang Wen looked at Mo Ran, the leader of the team above, expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"

Mo Ran took out the mechanism around his waist and held it in his hand, and solemnly said to Wang Wen, "Mo Ran, the leader of the upper team of the Intelligence Department, please enlighten me."

Wang Wen was impatient: "I have something to do now, let's do it another day."

Mo Ran ignored it and rushed forward.

A cold light flashed from the organ in his hand.

The entire intelligence department turned their attention to it.

The leader of the previous team, the most powerful person in the intelligence department.

This time, everyone has heard about it before.

It has indeed been long-awaited.

I just hope that the always rude young man can stay under the team leader's hands for a little longer, and he doesn't live up to the arrogance of the past few days.