Saving People

Wang Wen was now just an ordinary person, and he couldn't reach World Tower Plaza much faster than an ambulance.

The only thing he had time to do was board the ambulance with the stretcher, staying by the boy's side.

The boy was riddled with holes, as if he had been pierced through by countless crossbow bolts.

Massive blood loss left his complexion pale with a grayish tint. After emergency resuscitation by the doctors, and with nutrient solution and blood being pumped into his body, he finally regained a faint breath.

With too many wounds and injuries too severe, surgery couldn't be performed in the ambulance; they could only bandage the wounds to stop the bleeding for now.

The doctor glanced at Wang Wen and said, "Are you his family? Looking at this situation, he might not last long."

"We are classmates at the academy," Wang Wen replied to the doctor while looking down at the boy. "His mother has already been notified and is on her way."

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

Wang Wen thought for a moment, took out the only World Tower item he had on him, the [Ginseng Fruit], and handed it to the doctor, asking, "Can he consume this? It's a floor 250 Ginseng Fruit."

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

He turned and had his assistant crush the fruit into a paste in a clean cup, then carefully fed it bit by bit into the thin boy's mouth.

The properties of World Tower items were extraordinary, melting upon contact, so there was no risk of choking.

The fruit was finished.

The injuries showed no obvious improvement.

However, the boy woke up.

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

He slowly shifted his gaze to see Wang Wen beside him, a smile appearing in his eyes, but it was quickly overtaken by pain.

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

The doctor stopped him from speaking further.

Wang Wen said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's just a small injury. A few stitches at the hospital and you'll be fine."

The boy began to cough, causing blood to seep out from all over his body.

The doctor and his assistant were busy, sweating profusely.

After working for a while, the doctor checked the various instruments, his expression helpless, and said to Wang Wen, "After all, these are severe wounds, not aging; the efficacy of the Ginseng Fruit is limited."

He turned to look at the suffering boy, removed his mask, stopped preventing him from speaking, and nodded to Wang Wen, saying, "You two, say whatever you want to say."

Wang Wen's hands, which were usually as steady as Mount Tai, trembled. He looked up and asked the ambulance driver, "How much longer until we reach the hospital? Please, go faster, thank you."

The driver likely knew the situation in the back; he said nothing and silently floored the accelerator.

The thin boy lifted his hand with great effort. Seeing this, Wang Wen quickly reached out to let him rest his hand on his.

"Am I... going to die?" the thin boy asked intermittently, his hand resting on Wang Wen's.

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

The boy gasped for air as if oxygen-deprived. After steadying himself, he shook his head with effort and said:

"Don't waste your energy..."

"I was... mentally prepared..."

"The scientific puzzle, I had no problem with it..."

"I didn't expect the traps... to be so difficult..."

"Why enter the tower?" Wang Wen asked with some annoyance. "Don't you know that first-year students are advised against entering the tower?"

The boy bared his pale lips in what seemed to be a smile, and he said:

"I wanted to earn money... to treat you to a meal..."

"That way."

"You wouldn't have to... be so busy anymore..."

Wang Wen watched him silently, unable to speak.

They arrived at the hospital.

But the boy had closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

The medical staff quickly pushed the boy toward the operating room.

Just before entering, the doctor blocked Wang Wen and said, "We will do our best, but you need to be mentally prepared."

Wang Wen nodded and said, "Don't skimp on the money, use the best of everything."

The operating room door closed.

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

She was also a thin, small middle-aged woman. When she saw Wang Wen, she was drenched in sweat, as if she had run all the way there.

Her emotions were actually fine, not completely broken; she was quite calm as she asked Wang Wen about the situation. Upon learning that he was being resuscitated in the operating room, she nodded, sat on a bench against the wall, and waited quietly.

Wang Wen gave her his phone number, telling her to call if anything came up.

The boy's mother didn't ask any further questions, offered a word of thanks, and fell silent.

Wang Wen strode out of the hospital, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the First Consortium headquarters.

Upon arriving at the Intelligence Department and seeing Tong Xiaolei, the leader of the Central Group, he asked her, "Is Department Head Gu in?"

Tong Xiaolei tilted her head to signal that he was in his office.

They were already well-acquainted, so he didn't need her to lead the way; Wang Wen walked straight into the office of Department Head Gu and said to the old man, who was busy reviewing verification reports, "Lend me something. I can't afford it right now, but I will repay the First Consortium tenfold within a year."

The old man set down the report in his hand, took off his glasses, and asked, "Tell me first, what are you borrowing?"

"A rare item from the 500th floor: the Great Golden Recovery Pill."

The old man shook his head with a smile: "We don't have it."

Wang Wen insisted: "You definitely do!"

The old man asked him curiously: "As everyone knows, the highest tower floor reached by humans is currently 499. On what grounds do you claim we would have an item from the 500th floor? Especially a rare item that is impossible to find?"

Wang Wen said earnestly: "With the strength of the First Consortium, you must have already cultivated an elite team capable of reaching the 500th floor or higher. Please lend me the Golden Pill; I need to save someone, it's urgent."

"That is absurd." The old man shook his head, caught between laughter and tears: "What exactly are you thinking? Not to mention whether we even have it, even if we did, why should I lend it to you? Just because of your word?"

Wang Wen pressed his palm onto the desk: "Lend it to me, and I will remember this favor for the rest of my life. In the future, no matter what you ask of me, I won't say a word of refusal."

The old man fell silent.

He pondered for a long time.

He still shook his head.

"Will you show no mercy at all?" Wang Wen straightened up, his brows locked in a frown.

The old man lifted his teacup to cover his mouth and nose, saying in a muffled voice: "Wang Wen, you should understand the value of a rare item from the 500th floor. Forget a year; I fear you couldn't pay it back in a lifetime."

Wang Wen nodded.

He took a deep look at the old man.

He turned and left.

The old man set down his teacup.

He gazed at the youth's heavy footsteps.

A trace of reluctance flickered in his heart.

He thought for a moment, pulled open a drawer to take out a uniquely shaped communicator, turned it on, and said into the mouthpiece: "Our group treasury, is the Great Golden Recovery Pill still there?"

A voice came from the other side: "Authorization."

"Gu Jianbing."

"One moment... It is."

"Send it to the Intelligence Department. I need to use it."

"...Department Head Gu, are you certain? This will cause you to lose all the shares you hold."

"..."

The old man looked up toward the door at Wang Wen, who was being blocked by the leader of the Upper Group, and hesitated for a moment.

Then, he laughed freely: "I am certain. Send it immediately."

Young man, I hope you keep your word and do not disappoint me.

He cheerfully lifted his teacup, looked through the glass at the scene outside the door, and patiently waited for the long-awaited duel.

Wang Wen looked at the leader of the Upper Group, Mo Ran, with an expressionless face: "What is it?"

Mo Ran unhooked a mechanism from his waist, held it in his hand, and said solemnly to Wang Wen: "Mo Ran, leader of the Upper Group of the Intelligence Department. Please, enlighten me."

Wang Wen was impatient: "I have things to do right now. Let's do this another day."

Mo Ran ignored him and charged forward, launching an attack.

A cold, sharp glint flashed from the mechanism in his hand.

The entire Intelligence Department turned their eyes toward them.

The leader of the Upper Group was the person with the highest visible strength in the Intelligence Department.

Everyone had long heard rumors of this duel.

It was indeed long-awaited.

They only hoped that the youth, who was always so rude, could hold his own for a while under the leader's hand, so as not to waste all the arrogance he had displayed over the past few days.