Wang Wen is just an ordinary person now, rushing to the World Tower Square is not much faster than an ambulance.
The only thing he had time to do was to get into the car with the stretcher and stay with the boy.
The boy was riddled with wounds, as if he had been pierced by countless arrows.
The massive blood loss made his face pale and a little gray. After the doctor's emergency rescue, the nutrient solution and blood were injected into the body together, and he managed to breathe a little.
There are too many wounds and the injuries are too serious, and the operation cannot be performed in the ambulance, so the bleeding can only be temporarily bandaged.
The doctor glanced at Wang Wen and said, "Are you his family? This situation may not last long."
"We are classmates in the college." Wang Wen looked down at the boy, and said back to the doctor, "His mother has been notified, and he is on his way."
The doctor nodded, did not speak again, and concentrated on stopping the bleeding.
Wang Wen thought for a while, then took out the only World Tower prop on her body [Ginseng Fruit] and handed it to the doctor, asking, "Can I give it to him? Ginseng Fruit on the 250th floor."
The doctor looked up at him in surprise, took ¡¾Ginseng Fruit¡¿and said: "I'll try my best, he can't eat now."
Turn around and ask the assistant to grind the fruit into a puree in a clean cup, and then carefully feed it into the skinny boy's mouth bit by bit.
The props of the World Tower have extraordinary characteristics and melt in the mouth, but it is not easy to choke on them.
The fruit is finished.
The injury did not improve significantly.
The boy woke up.
Although still very weak, at least he can open his eyes.
He slowly turned his gaze to see Wang Wen beside him, with a smile in his eyes, but was soon overwhelmed by pain.
"It hurts" The boy's hoarse voice came from his throat.
The doctor stopped him from speaking.
Wang Wen said softly: "Don't be afraid, it's a small injury, just go to the hospital for a few stitches and it will be fine."
The boy coughed until blood oozes out from his body.
The doctors and assistants were sweating profusely.
After working 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, and the effectiveness of ginseng fruit is limited."
He turned his head to look at the boy in pain, took off his mask, no longer prevented him from speaking, nodded to Wang Wen and said, "You two, just say what you want."
Wang Wen's hands, which were always as steady as Mount Tai, shook, and she raised her head and asked the ambulance driver, "How long will it take for the master to arrive at the hospital? Please hurry up, thank you."
The driver probably knew what was going on, so he didn't say much, and stepped on the accelerator silently.
The skinny boy raised his hand with difficulty, Wang Wen saw it and quickly reached out to let him hold it.
"I, am I, dying?" The thin boy put his hand on Wang Wen's and said intermittently.
Wang Wen pursed her lips and said, "I won't let you die."
The boy panted heavily as if lacking oxygen, and after calming down, he shook his head and said:
"Don't bother"
"I have, mentally prepared"
"Scientific decryption, I have no problem"
"I can't think of an agency, it's so difficult"
"Why do you enter the tower?" Wang Wen asked with some annoyance: "Don't you know that first-year students are not recommended to enter the tower?"
The boy's pale mouth seemed to be smiling, and he said:
"I want to make money, treat you to dinner"
"That's it."
"You don't have to, you're so busy"
Wang Wen looked at him silently, speechless.
The hospital is here.
The boy closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
All 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 for everything."
The door of the operating room was closed.
Not long after, the thin boy's mother arrived.
The same thin middle-aged woman was sweating profusely when she saw Wang Wen, as if she had come running.
She was in a good mood and didn't collapse so much. She calmly asked Wang Wen about the situation, and when she learned that she was being rescued in the operating room, she nodded and sat on a stool against the wall to wait quietly.
Wang Wen gave her her mobile phone number, saying that she would call if something happened.
The boy's mother didn't ask any more questions, and stopped talking after thanking him.
Wang??He strode out of the hospital, took a taxi and went straight to the group building of the First Consortium.
When I arrived at the Intelligence Department, I saw Tong Xiaolei, the leader of the Central Team, and he asked her, "Is the chief here?"
Tong Xiaolei tilted her head to indicate that she was in the office.
She was already familiar with her and she didn¡¯t need to lead the way. Wang Wen walked into the chief¡¯s office and said to the old man who was busy checking the verification report: ¡°Lend me something. times to repay the First Consortium."
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 fifth-hundredth floor of rare props, the Great Golden Pill."
The old man smiled and shook his head: "No."
Wang Wen insisted: "There must be!"
The old man asked him strangely: "It is well known that the highest tower floor of human beings is only 499. Why do you say that we will have props with 500 floors? Or are they rare props that cannot be found?"
Wang Wen said seriously: "With the strength of the first financial group, it must have cultivated an elite team of more than 500 layers. Please lend me the golden core. I want to save people, and it is urgent."
"It's outrageous." The old man continued to shake his head dumbfoundingly: "What are you thinking? Let alone whether we have it, even if we do, why should I lend it to you? Just because of your words?"
Wang Wen pressed her palm on the desk: "Lend it to me, I will remember this favor for a lifetime, no matter what happens in the future, if you speak, I have nothing to say."
The old man was silent.
Think for a long time.
Still shaking his head.
"Don't you show affection at all?" Wang Wen straightened up, frowning.
The old man held up his teacup to cover his mouth and nose, and said in a muffled voice: "Wang Wen, you should know the value of rare props on the 500th floor. Let alone a year, I'm afraid you will never be able to pay it back."
Wang Min nodded.
He looked deeply at the old man.
Turn around and leave.
The old man put down his teacup.
Staring at the young man with heavy steps.
A trace of unbearableness flashed across my heart.
He thought for a while, opened the drawer and took out a communicator with a strange shape, opened it, and said to the communication port: "Our group's treasure house, is the Great Return Golden Pill still there?"
Voice transmission from the opposite side: "Permission."
"Gu Jian Bing."
"Wait a momenthere."
"Send it to the intelligence department, I want to use it."
" Mr. Gu Fu, are you sure? This will make you lose all the shares you hold."
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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 send it right away."
Boy, I hope you will do what you say and don't let me down.
He cheerfully picked up the teacup, looked out of the door through the glass, and waited patiently for the long-awaited competition.
Wang Wen looked at Mo Ran, the leader of the upper group, expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"
Mo Ran untied the waist mechanism and held it in his hand, and said solemnly to Wang Wen: "Mo Ran, the leader of the intelligence department, please enlighten me."
Wang Wen was impatient: "I have something to do now, let's wait another day."
Mo Ran ignored it and rushed forward directly.
The mechanism in his hand flashed a little cold light.
The entire Intelligence Department personnel cast their gazes over.
The leader of the upper group, the most powerful person in the Ministry of Intelligence.
Everyone has heard about this competition.
Indeed, it has been long awaited.
I just hope that the always rude boy can last a little longer under the team leader's hands, and he has lived up to the arrogance of so many days.