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"Bang!"

A burst of blue smoke floated by.

All the staff outside the office were shocked.

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

Mo Ran looked at his pierced palm and stayed there.

"I said, there is no time." Wang Wen held a small silver pistol that looked like a toy in his hand.

The members of the intelligence department rushed forward one after another, taking medicine, debridement, and bandaging.

In the busy interval, the eyes swept to Wang Wen were extremely complicated.

Mo Ran let the team members fiddled with the bloody palms, as if they couldn't feel the pain, and asked Wang Wen blankly: "Why are you using a gun?"

"Oh this." Wang Wen calmly put away his silver pistol: "In view of my outstanding contribution to the Security Department and being attacked by a knife-wielding gangster, I specially assigned a mini for self-defense."

Mo Ran asked blankly: "Why are you using a gun?"

Wang Wen was puzzled: "???"

"It's a fight that is a fight, even if you use a hidden weapon." Mo Ran suddenly pulled up his voice and shouted angrily at Wang Wen: "Why use a gun!!"

"This is the fastest way." Wang Wen lowered his body and picked up the bullet shell on the ground. He was afraid of being hot and blew it out. He explained to the people around him: "Each bullet provided by the security department has a separate number."

While explaining, he walked forward over Mo Ran and clenched the bullet from the opposite wall: "You have to be careful to hold it away. If something happens to me, it will be counted on me."

After putting away the bullet and turning around, he saw Mo Ran, who was originally outside Xu Yuan, standing in front of him.

Wang Wen narrowed her eyes and waited quietly.

I heard the other party's voice blowing like the extreme cold wind: "You look down on me."

Wang Wen shook his head and pulled out his gun and loaded it.

This time the gun pointed straight at the other party's eyebrows.

Mo Ran was holding a gun on his forehead, staring at Wang Wen as if cross-eyed, and said coldly: "This distance, the gun is not as fast as me."

Wang Wen seemed to be unbelievable and pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

Almost before the gunshots, the figure aimed at the guns disappeared.

A huge pressure rushed over from his right face, and a sharp flash of light flashed between the opponent's fingers.

Wang Wen felt the danger rarely.

Close your eyes as soon as possible.

"boom!"

There seemed to be a gas tank explode in the lobby of the Intelligence Department.

The frantic shock wave caused a lot of paper, wood, and stone chips, and cracks appeared on the walls nearer, and the ground in the center of the explosion directly crushed the steel structure baffle exposed at the bottom.

The crowd who were originally watching the fun suffered an unintentional disaster and was scraped with bloodlines on their skin by "stream bullets".

He quickly stepped back and hid behind the table and did not dare to resist head-on.

After a few breaths, the aftermath slowly dissipated.

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

If someone stands next to you and looks carefully, you can see that Mo Ran’s fist is only half a centimeter away from Wang Wen’s nose.

It was this half centimeter distance that made Moran unable to make any effort.

The next second, his arms drooped weakly.

He looked at Wang Wen with a pale face: "Master of Mental Power?"

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

Mo Ran raised his other hand: "I can do the attack of that level just now again, where are you?"

Wang Wen narrowed her eyes.

"Okay." At the door of Chief Cheung's office, the old man walked out slowly.

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

Mo Ran obediently lowered his head and retreated.

Someone entered the gate of the intelligence department. The old man stepped forward to dock. After a while, he brought a dark-colored box and handed it to Wang Wen and said, "You go and save people."

Wang Wen opened the box, and a porcelain bottle lay steadily inside. Then he removed the seal of the porcelain bottle and rolled out a wax ball as big as a soybean.

He closed his eyes again.

A breeze blows through my hands out of thin air, gently covering the entire wax ball.

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

After saying that, he raised his leg and walked out of the intelligence department.

The moment I turned around, a large amount of bright red blood finally gushed out of my nose.

Wang Wen pressed his nose with his clothes and felt a little relieved about his current physical strength.

At least he didn't faint uncontrollably anymore.

He just covered his nose and left the First Consortium 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 crying suppressed in her throat.

The doctor recognized Wang Wen and said to him in a low voice: "Do your best, please celebrate..."

"I got the medicine, try again!" Wang Wen pulled the doctor back to the operating room without saying anything.

Seeing the lifeless thin boy who had removed the ventilator from the operating table, Wang Wen took out the porcelain bottle and said to the doctor: "The 500th floor of the World Tower, the Great Return of the Golden Pill! Find a way to feed him!"

When the doctor heard the word "five hundred layers", he was shocked and confused: "Where is such a thing? The highest record is...."

He couldn't continue to say anything, and the other party "handed" the porcelain bottle so that it almost stuffed it into his nostrils.

"Oh, let's try it." The doctor poured the wax balls from the porcelain bottle into a clean utensil, cut the wax clothes on the outside and took out the brown pills.

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

Before the assistant could let go of the boy's mouth, a golden light flashed through his mouth.

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

As the golden light leaps, the horizontal lines on the instrument also fluctuate slightly.

The boy 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 opened their eyes wide and gathered their fists.

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

He raised his head.

Looking at Wang Wen, who was smiling at the door, his tone was filled with emotion: "I am already out of danger."

Outside the ward.

Watching the medical staff sleeping on the hospital bed, he followed various instruments and hung up the little bits.

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

The doctor said a little embarrassedly: "Actually we didn't do anything."

Wang Wen said: "If there is no emergency delay, no matter how many props are, I can't save you."

The doctor smiled friendly at Wang Wen and signaled to the boy's mother: "What you really should thank is him. If we don't have the precious medicines he brought, we will be powerless."

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

The chaotic finally subsided.

The doctor caught up with Wang Wen, who was planning to leave the hospital and asked, "Is that kind of pill still there? If possible, our hospital will buy one for research and you will be given a price."

Wang Wen shrugged helplessly: "The rare props on the 500th floor of the World Tower are the bottom-of-box items 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, Xu Ji's eyes dimmed.

He sighed and turned around and left: "First Consortium, that's not something you can buy with money."

Wang Wen smiled and stood outside the hospital gate. Looking at the setting sun in the sky, he remembered the boy's mother when she parted, "How much does the spent medicine cost to tell my aunt that you can always pay it back if you sell it!"

He shook his head silently.

Thinking:
Chapter completed!