Returning from the 900th floor

Chapter 32 Rescue

Wang Min is just an ordinary person now. He can't get to the World Tower Square much faster than an ambulance.

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

The boy's body was riddled with holes, as if he had been shot through by countless crossbow arrows.

The large amount of blood loss made his face pale with a hint of gray. After emergency rescue by doctors, he could barely breathe again after nutrient solution and blood were injected into his body.

There were too many wounds and the injuries were too severe. Surgery could not be performed in the ambulance and the only way to do it was to temporarily bandage them to stop the bleeding.

The doctor looked at Wang Wen and said, "Are you a member of his family? This situation may not last long."

"We are classmates in the college." Wang Min looked down at the boy and said back to the doctor: "His mother has been notified and is on the way."

The doctor nodded, said nothing, and concentrated on stopping the bleeding.

Wang Min thought for a while, took out the only World Tower prop [Ginseng Fruit] on her body and handed it to the doctor and asked: "Can I give him some food? The 250th floor ginseng fruit."

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

He turned around and asked his assistant to crush the fruit into a puree in a clean cup, and then carefully fed it into the skinny boy's mouth bit by bit.

The props of the World Tower have extraordinary properties and melt in your mouth, but they are not easy to choke on.

Finished feeding the fruit.

The injury did not improve significantly.

The boy woke up.

Although he was still very weak, he could at least open his eyes.

He slowly turned his eyes and saw Wang Wen beside him. There was a smile in his eyes, but it was soon covered with pain.

"It hurts..." The boy's hoarse voice came from his throat.

The doctor stopped him from talking.

Wang Wen said softly: "Don't be afraid. It's a minor injury. Just go to the hospital and get a few stitches."

The boy coughed until blood oozed from all over his body.

The doctors and assistants were so busy that they were sweating profusely.

After busying for a while, the doctor looked at various instruments, looked a little helpless, and said to Wang Min: "After all, it is a serious injury, not aging. The effectiveness of ginseng fruit is limited."

He turned to look at the painful boy, took off his mask, and no longer stopped the other person from talking. He nodded to Wang Min and said, "You two, just say what you want to say."

Wang Min's hands, which were always as steady as Mount Tai, shook. She raised her head and asked the ambulance driver: "How long does it take for the master to get to the hospital? Please hurry up. Thank you."

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

The thin boy raised his hand with difficulty, and Wang Wei quickly stretched out his hand to let him hold it.

"Am I about to die?" The thin boy put his hand on Wang Min's and said intermittently.

Wang Min pursed her lips and said, "I won't let you die."

The boy gasped for air as if he was short of oxygen. After calming down, he shook his head hard and said:

"Don't bother..."

"I'm mentally prepared..."

"Scientific decryption, I have no problem..."

"I didn't expect it would be so difficult..."

"Why did you enter the tower?" Wang Wen asked with some annoyance: "Don't you know it's not recommended for first-year students to enter the tower?"

The boy's pale mouth seemed to be smiling and he said:

"I want to make money and treat you to dinner..."

"That way."

"You don't have to, you're so busy..."

Wang Min 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 Min nodded and said: "Don't save money, use the best for everything."

The operating room door closes.

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

She was also a thin and small middle-aged woman. She was sweating profusely when she saw Wang Wei, as if she had come running.

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

Wang Min gave her her mobile phone number and said she would call if she had anything to do.

The boy's mother didn't ask any questions, just thanked her and stopped talking.

Wang Min strode out of the hospital, took a taxi and went straight to the First Consortium's group building.

When he arrived at the Intelligence Department and saw Tong Xiaolei, the leader of the squadron, he asked her: "Is the chief here?"

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

He was already familiar with her and didn’t need her to lead the way. Wang Min walked directly into the governor’s office and said to the old man who was busy checking the verification report: “Lend me something. I can’t afford it now, but I will buy it within a year.” Repay the First Consortium twice as much.”

The old man put down the report in his hand, took off his glasses and asked, "Tell me first, what can I borrow?"

"The 500th-level rare prop, the Great Return Golden Pill."

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

Wang Min insisted: "There must be!"

The old man asked him strangely: "As we all know, the highest tower level in mankind is only 499. Why do you say that we will have props with 500 floors? Or are they rare props that can only be found but not found?"

Wang Min said seriously: "With the strength of the First Financial Group, we must have cultivated an elite team of more than 500 levels. Please lend me the golden elixir. I want to save people. It's urgent."

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

Wang Min pressed her palms 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, if you ask me, I won't say anything."

The old man was silent.

Think for a long time.

Still shaking his head.

"Don't you show any kindness at all?" Wang Min straightened up and frowned.

The old man held up the tea cup to cover his mouth and nose, and said in a low voice: "Wang Wei, you should know the value of a five-hundred-level rare item. Let alone one year, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay it back in your lifetime."

Wang Wen nodded.

He looked deeply at the old man.

Turn around and leave.

The old man put down his tea cup.

Staring at the young man with heavy footsteps.

A trace of unbearability flashed through my heart.

He thought for a while, opened the drawer and took out a strange-looking communicator, opened it, and said to the communication port: "Is the Great Return Golden Elixir, our group's treasure house, still there?"

The voice from the other side said: "Permissions."

"Gu Jianbing."

"Wait a moment... here."

"Send it to the Intelligence Department, I want to use it."

"...Mr. Gu, are you sure? This will cause you to 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 and said: "I'm sure, I will send it immediately."

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

He happily picked up the tea cup and looked out the door through the glass, patiently waiting for the long-awaited competition.

Wang Min looked at the team leader Mo Ran expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"

Mo Ran took out the mechanism from his waist and held it in his hand, and solemnly said to Wang Min: "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 him and charged directly.

The device in his hand flashed a cold light.

The entire intelligence department personnel turned their attention.

The leader of the upper group, the most powerful person in the intelligence department.

Everyone has heard about this fight.

It has indeed been long awaited.

I just hope that the always rude young man can last longer under the team leader's hand and live up to his arrogance for many days.