MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 33 money can't buy

Chapter 33 Money can't buy

"boom!"

A puff of blue smoke drifted past.

All the people outside the office opened their mouths in shock.

The teacup in the hand of the old man in the office almost fell to the ground.

Mo Ran looked at his pierced palm, and stayed where he was.

"I said, I don't have time." Wang Wen held a very small silver pistol in his hand like a toy.

The on-duty team members of the Intelligence Department rushed forward, taking medicine, debridement, and dressing.

During the busy interval, the gaze that swept to Wang Wen was extremely complicated.

Mo Ran let the team members fiddle with the **** palms, as if feeling no pain, and asked Wang Wen in a daze, "Why did you use a gun?"

"Oh this." Wang Wen calmly put away the small silver pistol: "In view of my outstanding contribution to the security department, and I was attacked by a knife-wielding gangster, I was specially equipped with a mini for self-defense."

Mo Ran still asked in a daze: "Why do you use a gun?"

Wang Wen was puzzled: "???"

"This is a fist-fighting fight, even if you use a hidden weapon." Mo Ran suddenly raised his voice and shouted at Wang Wen angrily, "Why use a gun!"

"This is the quickest way." Wang Wen lowered his body and picked up the bullet casings on the ground. Fearing that he would get hot, he blew it on purpose, and explained to the people around him, "The bullets assigned by the security department are individually numbered."

As he explained, he walked forward over Mo Ran, and cut out the bullet on the opposite wall: "You have to keep it carefully, if you lose it and turn your back, it will be counted on my head."

After closing the warhead and turning around, he saw Mo Ran, who was originally outside Xu Yuan, standing in front of him.

Wang Wen narrowed his eyes and waited.

Just listen to the other party's voice blowing like an extremely cold wind: "You look down on me."

Wang Wen shook his head, drew his gun and loaded it.

This time, the muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at the center of the opponent's forehead.

Mo Ran, with the gun muzzle on his forehead, stared at Wang Wen as if cross-eyed, and said coldly, "At this distance, the gun is not as fast as me."

Wang Wen didn't seem to believe it, so he pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Almost before the gun was fired, the figure whose muzzle was aimed at disappeared.

There was a huge pressure on the right face, and there was a faint flash between the fists and fingers of the opponent.

Wang Wen rarely sensed danger.

Close your eyes for the first time.

"Boom!"

There seems to be an explosion of a gas tank in the hall of the Intelligence Department.

The frantic shock wave set off a large amount of paper, wood, and stone chips, and cracks appeared in the walls that were closer. The ground at the center of the explosion directly shattered the steel structure baffle at the bottom.

The crowd who had been watching the lively scene suffered an unintentional disaster and was scratched with blood lines on the skin by "stray bullets".

He quickly backed away and hid behind the table, not daring to fight head-on.

After a few breaths, the aftermath slowly dissipated.

At the center of the explosion, Wen Wang turned around and quietly looked at the fist in front of him.

At this moment, if someone stood by and looked closely, they could see that Mo Ran's fist was only half a centimeter away from the tip of Wang Wen's nose.

It was precisely the half-centimeter distance that made Mo Ran unable to move an inch no matter how hard he tried.

The next second, his arms drooped weakly.

He looked at Wang Wen with a pale face: "Master of spiritual power??"

Wang Wen asked him blankly, "Are you satisfied?"

Mo Ran raised his other hand: "I can do that level of attack just now, how about you?"

Wang Wen narrowed his eyes.

"Okay." The old man walked out unhurriedly at the door of Mr. Chang's office.

Standing in front of the two of them, he first glanced at Mo Ran's lowered right hand, and said lightly, "Go and rest."

Mo Ran obediently bowed his head and backed away.

Someone entered the gate of the Intelligence Department, and the old man stepped forward to meet it. After a while, he brought a dark-colored box and handed it to Wang Wen, saying, "Go save people."

Wang Wen opened the box and found a porcelain vase inside, then removed the seal of the vase, and rolled out a wax pellet the size of a soybean.

He closed his eyes again.

A breeze blew out of thin air, gently covering the entire wax pill.

When he opened his eyes, Wang Wen nodded and thanked the old man, "Thank you, I owe you a favor."

After speaking, he raised his legs and walked out of the gate of the Intelligence Department.

The moment he turned around, a large stream of bright red blood finally poured out of his nose.

Wang Wen pressed her nose with her clothes, feeling a little gratified at her current physical strength.

At least there was no more uncontrollable fainting.

He just covered his nose and left the First Consortium Building.

Back to the hospital operating room.

The doctor at the door was talking to the boy's mother.

Wang Wen rushed over and heard the silent cry she suppressed in her throat.

The doctor recognized Wang Wen and said to him in a low voice, "I tried my best, please."

"I got the medicine, try again!" Wang Wen couldn't help but drag the doctor back to the operating room.

Seeing the lifeless little boy on the operating table whose ventilator had been removed, Wang Wen took out a porcelain bottle and said to the doctor, "The 500th floor of the World Tower, the golden pill! Find a way to feed him!"

The doctor was shocked when he heard the word "five hundred floors": "How can there be such a thing? The highest record..."

He couldn't go on, and the other party "handed" the porcelain bottle into his nostrils.

"Well, let's try it." The doctor poured the wax pills in the porcelain bottle into a clean container, cut the outer wax coat and took out the yellow-brown pills.

With the help of his assistant, he fed half a spoon of glucose water into the thin boy's mouth.

Before the assistant let go of the boy's mouth, a golden light that was visible to the naked eye flashed in his mouth.

The next second, the golden light spread to every wound on the body, as if covered with a layer of golden liquid, beating full of vitality.

With the golden light beating, the horizontal line on the instrument also fluctuated slightly.

Boy, also gradually resumed breathing.

It seems that the patient lying here is not a dying patient, but a snooze child.

The assistant nurses in the room opened their eyes and clenched their fists.

The doctor carefully examined the boy's body. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com got up and shook his head and exclaimed, "It's a miracle!"

He raised his head.

Looking at Wang Wen who was smiling by the door, there were thousands of emotions in his voice: "Already, out of danger."

. . .

Outside the ward.

Watching the medical staff give the boy who was sleeping on the hospital bed various instruments and put on the drip.

The boy's mother grabbed the doctor's hand and thanked her hard.

The doctor said embarrassedly, "Actually, we didn't do anything."

But Wang Wen said: "If there is no first aid to delay the time, no amount of props will be able to save it."

The doctor gave Wang Wen a friendly smile and signaled to the boy's mother: "You should really be thankful to him. Without the precious medicine he took, we would be powerless."

The boy's mother grabbed Wang Wen's hand and shook it vigorously: "Wang Wen, come back home, my aunt will cook fish for you!"

The hustle and bustle finally subsided.

The doctor caught up with Wang Wen, who was about to leave the hospital, and asked, "Do you still have that kind of pills? If possible, our hospital would like to buy one for research, and you can prescribe the price."

Wang Wen shrugged helplessly: "The rare item on the 500th floor of the World Tower is the bottom of the box from the first consortium. I can't get the second one. You can try to talk to them."

As soon as the doctor heard the words of the first consortium, the eyes of hope dimmed.

With a sigh, he turned around and left: "The First Consortium, that can't be bought with money."

Wang Wen smiled and stood outside the gate of the hospital, watching the gradually sinking sunset in the sky, remembering what the boy's mother said when they parted, "Tell my aunt how much the medicines are used, and you can always pay back when you break the pot and sell iron!"

He shook his head silently.

Thought:

'That's really not something money can buy! ’