Returning from the 900th floor

Chapter 33 Money can’t buy it

"boom!"

A burst of green smoke drifted by.

Everyone outside the office was shocked.

The tea cup in the old man's hand in the office almost fell to the ground.

Mo Ran looked at his punctured palm and froze in place.

"I said, I don't have time." Wang Min held up a small silver pistol that was as small as a toy in his hand.

The on-duty members of the Intelligence Department rushed forward one after another to get medicine, debridement, and bandage.

During the busy interval, the eyes that glanced at Wang Wen were extremely complicated.

Mo Ran let the team members play with his bloody palms, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and asked Wang Wen blankly: "Why did you use the gun?"

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

Mo Ran still asked blankly: "Why did you use a gun?"

Wang Min was confused: "???"

"This is a fight of fists and kicks, even if you use hidden weapons." Mo Ran suddenly raised his voice and shouted angrily at Wang Min: "Why use a gun!!"

"This is the fastest way." Wang Min lowered her body and picked up the bullet casings on the ground. She blew them on them to avoid burning her hands and explained to the people around her: "Each bullet issued by the security department has an individual number."

As he explained, he walked forward past Mo Ran and dug out the bullet on the opposite wall: "You have to keep it carefully. If you lose it and something happens, it will be blamed on me."

After putting away the warhead, he turned around and saw Mo Ran, who was far away, standing in front of him.

Wang Wen narrowed his eyes and waited.

Just listen to the other party's voice blowing like an arctic 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 between the opponent's eyebrows.

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

Wang Wen didn't seem to believe it and directly pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Almost before the gunshot, the figure the gun was pointed at disappeared.

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

Wang Wen rarely felt danger.

Close your eyes for the first time.

"boom!"

It looked like a gas tank exploded in the intelligence department lobby.

The crazy shock wave kicked up a large amount of paper, wood, and stone debris. Cracks appeared on the nearby walls. The ground at the center of the explosion directly shattered and exposed the steel structure baffle at the bottom.

The crowd who had gathered to watch the excitement suffered an unreasonable disaster, and "stray bullets" scratched blood lines on their skin.

He quickly retreated 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, Wang Wen turned around and looked at the fist in front of him quietly.

If someone stood nearby and looked closely at this moment, they could see that there was only half a centimeter between Mo Ran's fist and the tip of Wang Wei's nose.

It was this half centimeter distance that made Mo Ran unable to move forward no matter how hard he tried.

The next second, his arms dropped limply.

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

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

Mo Ran raised his other hand: "I can do the same level of attack just now, but what about you?"

Wang Wen narrowed his eyes.

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

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

Mo Ran bowed his head 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-colored box over, handed it to Wang Min and said, "Go and save people."

Wang Wen opened the box and found a porcelain vase lying firmly inside. He then removed the seal of the porcelain vase and rolled out a wax pill as big as a soybean.

He closed his eyes again.

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

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

After speaking, he lifted his legs and walked out of the intelligence department door.

The moment he turned around, a large stream of bright red blood finally couldn't help but pour out of his nose.

Wang Min pressed her nose with her clothes, feeling a little pleased with her current physical strength.

At least he didn't pass out uncontrollably anymore.

He just held his nose and left the First Foundation 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 her silent cry suppressed in her throat.

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

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

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

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

He couldn't speak anymore, and the other person "handed" the porcelain bottle so hard that he almost stuffed it into his nostrils.

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

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

Before the assistant could release the boy's mouth, a golden light visible to the naked eye flashed inside the mouth.

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

As the golden light danced, the horizontal lines on the instrument also undulated faintly.

The boy gradually recovered his breathing.

It seemed that the person lying here was not a dying patient, but just a child who was snoozing.

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

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

He looked up.

Looking at Wang Wen who was smiling by the door, there was a lot of emotion in his tone: "It's out of danger."

. . .

Outside the ward.

Watching the medical staff connect various instruments and drips to the boy sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.

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."

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

The doctor smiled kindly at Wang Wen and signaled to the boy's mother: "He is the one you should really thank. Without the precious medicines he brought, we would be powerless."

The boy's mother grabbed Wang Wen's hand and shook it hard: "Wang Wen, come back home, and 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: "Do you still have those pills? If possible, our hospital would like to purchase one for research. You can set the price."

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

As soon as the doctor heard the words "First Financial Group", his hopeful eyes dimmed.

Sighing, he turned around and left: "The First Financial Group, that can't be bought with money."

Wang Min smiled and stood outside the hospital gate, looking at the sunset gradually setting in the sky. She remembered what the boy's mother said when we parted, "Tell aunt how much the used medicines cost. You can always pay back the money by selling the pot!"

He shook his head silently.

Thought:

‘That really can’t be bought with money! ’