.

Wang Wen is just an ordinary person now, and it is not much faster than an ambulance to arrive at World Tower Square.

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

The boy was covered in soreness, as if he was being penetrated by countless crossbow arrows.

The large amount of blood loss made his face pale and a little gray. After emergency rescue by the doctor, the nutrient solution and blood were introduced into his body and he barely had some breath.

There are too many wounds and the injury is too serious. The ambulance cannot undergo surgery and can only temporarily bandage and stop bleeding.

The doctor looked at Wang Wen and said, "Are you his family? It may not last long when you see this situation."

"We are classmates from the college." Wang Wen looked down at the boy and replied to the doctor, "He has notified his mother and is on the way."

The doctor nodded, stopped talking, and focused on stopping the bleeding.

Wang Wen thought about it and took out the only World Tower prop [Ginseng Fruit] on his body and handed it to the doctor and asked: "Can you take it for him? The 250th layer of ginseng Fruit."

The doctor looked up at him in surprise, took the [ginseng fruit] and said, "I try to try it, he can't eat now."

Turning his head and let his assistant grind the fruit into mud in a clean cup, then carefully feed it into the thin boy's mouth bit by bit.

The props in the World Tower are superb and melted at the entrance, but they are not easy to choke.

The fruits are finished feeding.

The injury did not improve significantly.

But the boy woke up.

Although it is still very weak, it can at least open your eyes.

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

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

The doctor stopped him from continuing to speak.

Wang Wen said softly: "Don't be afraid, minor injuries, just go to the hospital for a few stitches."

The boy coughed, causing blood to leak out of his body.

The doctor and assistant were sweating profusely.

After a while of busyness, the doctor looked at various instruments, with a helpless expression on his face and said to Wang Wen: "After all, it is serious injury, not aging, and the effectiveness of ginseng fruit is limited."

He turned his head to look at the painful boy, took off his mask, and stopped him from talking. He nodded to Wang Wen and said, "You two, just say whatever you want."

Wang Wen's hands, which were as stable as Mount Tai, shook, and looked up and asked the ambulance driver: "How long will it take for the master to go to the hospital? Please hurry up and thank you."

The driver probably knew what happened later, and without saying much, he silently stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The thin boy raised his hand with difficulty. When Wang Wen saw it, he quickly reached out to let him hold it.

"I, are you almost dying?" The thin boy put his hand on Wang Wen's hand and said intermittently.

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

The boy gasped like he was hypoxia. After calming down, he tried to shake his head and said:

"Don't work hard..."

"I have it, mentally prepared..."

"Scientific decryption, I'm fine..."

"I didn't expect that the agency is so difficult..."

"Why enter the tower?" Wang Wen asked with some annoyance: "Don't you know if first-grade students are not recommended to enter the tower?"

The boy grinned his pale mouth and seemed to be laughing, he said:

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

“That way.”

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

Wang Wen looked at him silently, unable to speak.

The hospital has arrived.

But the boy closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

The medical staff quickly pushed the boy into 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 of everything."

The operating room door is closed.

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

He is also a thin middle-aged woman. When she saw Wang Wen, she was sweating all over, as if she was running over.

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

Wang Wen gave her cell phone number and said she had something to call.

The boy's mother didn't ask much, and said thank you and stopped talking.

Wang Wen rushed out of the hospital with a big stride and took a taxi to the group building of the First Consortium.

When he arrived at the intelligence department, he saw Tong Xiaolei, the leader of the Central Group, and he asked her: "Is there any leader?"

Tong Xiaolei tilted her head and signaled that she was in the office.

Already familiar with her, she didn't need her to lead the way. Wang Wen walked directly into Chief Cheung's office and said to the old man who was busy checking the verification report: "I can't afford to lend me something now, but I will repay the First Consortium ten times within a year."

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

"The fifth hundredth floor rare prop, the Great Return of the Golden Pill."

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

Wang Wen insisted: "There must be!"

The old man asked him strangely: "As we all know, the highest tower level of human beings is only 499. Why do you say that we have five hundred layers of props? Or are rare props that are hard to come by?"

Wang Wen said seriously: "With the strength of the First Consortium, it must have cultivated an elite team of more than 500 layers. Please lend me the Jindan. I want to save people, and I am very anxious."

"It's so outrageous." The old man continued to shake his head with laughter and cry: "What are you thinking? Let's not talk about whether we have it or not. Even if we have it, why should we lend it to you? Just because of your words?"

Wang Wen pressed his palm on the desk: "Lend me, I will remember this favor for the rest of my life. No matter what happens in the future, I will be fine."

The old man is silent.

Thinking for a long time.

Still shaking his head.

"Don't you talk about love at all?" Wang Wen stood up and frowned.

The old man picked up the teacup to cover his mouth and nose and said in a muffled voice: "Wang Wen, you should know the value of five hundred layers of rare props. Don't say it for a year. I'm afraid you will never be able to pay it back in your life."

Wang Wen nodded.

He looked at the old man deeply.

Turn around and leave.

The old man put down the teacup.

Staring at the boy with heavy steps.

A trace of unbearableness flashed through my heart.

He thought for a while, opened the drawer and took out a communicator with a unique shape, opened it, and said to the communication port: "Our group treasure house, is the Great Golden Pill still there?"

Opposite voice transmission: "Permission."

"I saw soldiers in ancient times."

"Wait...in."

"Send it to the intelligence department, I want to use it."

"...Chief Gu, are you sure? This will cause you to lose all your shares."

“…”

The old man looked up at Wang Wen who was stopped by the leader of the team outside the door, and hesitated for a moment.

Then he smiled freely and said, "I'm sure, I'll send it right away."

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

He happily picked up the teacup, looked out the door through the glass, and patiently waited for the long-awaited battle.

Wang Wen looked at the leader of the upper group with a blank expression: "What's the matter?"

Mo Ran took out his waist and held it in his hand, and solemnly said to Wang Wen: "Mo Ran, the leader of the intelligence department, please give me advice."

Wang Wen was impatient: "I have something to do now, let's go somewhere else."

Mo Ran ignored it and rushed forward.

A little cold light flashed out from the mechanism in my hand.

The entire intelligence personnel turned their attention to him.

The leader of the group, the intelligence department is the most powerful person on the surface.

Everyone has heard of this battle.

It's indeed a long time to look forward to it.
Chapter completed!