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Volume 33: Money Can't Buy It

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    Section 33 Money Can't Buy

    "boom!"

    A burst of blue smoke drifted past.

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

    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 that looked like a toy in his hand.

    The on-duty team members of the intelligence department rushed forward one after another, taking medicine for medicine, debridement for debridement, and bandage for bandage.

    During the busy interval, the glances at Wang Wen were extremely complicated.

    Mo Ran let the team members fiddle with the bloody palms, as if feeling no pain, he asked Wang Wen in a daze, "Why do 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 the fact that I was attacked by knives, I specially equipped a mini for self-defense."

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

    Wang Wen was puzzled: "???"

    "It's a fist fight, even if you use hidden weapons." Mo Ran suddenly raised his voice and shouted angrily at Wang Wen: "Why use a gun!!"

    "This is the fastest way." Wang Wen lowered her body to pick up the bullet casings on the ground, blowing them on purpose for fear of burning her hands, and explained to the people around her: "The bullets assigned by the Ministry of Security have individual numbers."

    While explaining, he passed Mo Ran and walked forward, and pulled out the bullet on the opposite wall: "You have to put it away carefully, if you lose it and something happens, it will be blamed on me."

    After putting away the warhead and turning around, I saw Mo Ran standing in front of me who was originally Xu Yuan away.

    Wang Wen squinted her eyes and waited.

    Just listen to the voice of the other party blowing like the polar 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 directly between the opponent's eyebrows.

    With his forehead on the muzzle of the gun, Mo Ran stared at Wang Wen 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 directly.

    "boom!"

    Almost before the gunshot, the figure who was aiming the gun disappeared.

    There was a huge pressure on the right face, and the opponent's fists and fingers flashed faintly.

    Wang Wen rarely felt danger.

    Close your eyes for the first time.

    "Boom!"

    It seems that a gas tank exploded in the lobby of the Ministry of Intelligence.

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

    The crowd who had been watching the excitement suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and blood lines were scraped on the skin by "stray bullets".

    Hastily backed away and hid behind the table, not daring to confront head-on.

    After a few breaths, the aftermath slowly dissipated.

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

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

    It is precisely this distance of half a centimeter that makes Mo Ran unable to advance no matter how hard he tries.

    In the next second, his arms dropped limply.

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

    Wang Wen asked him expressionlessly: "Are you satisfied?"

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

    Wang Wen narrowed his eyes.

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

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

    Mo Ran bowed his head obediently and backed away.

    Someone entered the gate of the intelligence department, and the old man stepped forward to meet him. After a while, he brought a dark box over, handed it to Wang Wen and said, "Go and save people."

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

    He closed his eyes again.

    A breeze blew out of thin air at hand, 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 lifted his leg and walked out of the gate of the intelligence department.

    The moment I turned around, the nasal cavity finally enduredA large stream of bright red blood gushed out incessantly.

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

    At least he didn't pass out uncontrollably anymore.

    Just like that, he left the First Consortium building holding his nose.

    Back to the hospital operating room.

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

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

    The doctor recognized Wang Wen, and said to him in a low voice: "I did my best, please forgive me"

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

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

    When the doctor heard the word "five hundred floors", he was shocked and confused: "How can there be such a thing? The highest record is"

    He couldn't continue speaking, and the other party "passed" the porcelain bottle so that it was almost stuffed into his nostrils.

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

    With the help of the assistant, he fed a small half spoonful of glucose water into the mouth of the skinny boy.

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

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

    Following the beating of the golden light, the horizontal lines on the instrument also fluctuated slightly.

    The boy also gradually recovered his breathing.

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

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

    The doctor examined the boy's body carefully, stood up and shook his head, exclaiming, "It's a miracle!"

    He looked up.

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

    Outside the ward.

    Watching the medical staff connect various instruments to the boy who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, and put on a drip.

    The boy's mother grabbed the doctor's hand and thanked him vigorously.

    The doctor said with some embarrassment: "Actually, we didn't do anything."

    However, 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 thank him. Without the precious medicine he brought, we would be powerless."

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

    The fuss finally subsided.

    The doctor caught up with Wang Wen, who was about to leave the hospital, and asked, "Is that pill still available? If possible, our hospital will buy one for research, and you can ask for the price."

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

    As soon as the doctor heard the big words of the first consortium, Xi Ji's eyes dimmed.

    Sighing, he turned around and left: "The First Financial Group, that's something you can't buy with money."

    Wang Wen smiled and stood outside the hospital gate, looking at the sunset in the sky, remembering what the boy's mother said when they parted, "Tell aunt how much the medicines are used up, and you can always pay them back!"

    He silently shook his head.

    I thought to myself:

    'That really can't be bought with money!  ?
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