Chapter 77

"Give me the money, or I'll come to your door every day and ruin your thirty-thousand-yuan-a-month job. I'll see which boss will still hire you. Think about it, if you don't give me money and try to get rid of me, it's impossible!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhuochuan knew things were not good. He hurried over in two steps, but saw that Dongze had already erupted.

"You damn woman, you only care about money. Get out of my sight!" He said, grabbing her by the shoulders and trying to push her away.

The woman also grabbed him forcefully, and the two of them struggled together.

Suddenly, they collided with the elevator door. With a loud "bang," the door that had been closed a moment ago was suddenly pushed open. The two people, still fighting, lost control and screamed as they fell into the elevator shaft.

Zhuochuan rushed over and reached out, but he grabbed nothing. He watched as the two figures plummeted into the dark, deep shaft, and soon heard a "duang."

Zhuochuan held his head and sighed deeply. Then he realized something and looked at the other elevator, which was still on the 24th floor. There was no time to take it, so he immediately ran down the fire escape.

Zhuochuan's company rented the 9th floor.

As he ran down the stairs, Zhuochuan was secretly regretful. A case had already come to mind during the fight, where two people had tangled and fallen to their deaths after colliding with an elevator door on a high floor. But he was still a step too slow and couldn't stop it in time.

By the time Zhuochuan was running down the stairs, he was no longer just going down; he was jumping from one floor to the next, running a few steps, and then jumping to the next floor. The white-collar workers who were climbing the stairs were startled. They wondered what was happening.

After being startled, they realized they had missed something. Zhuochuan was jumping so fast that no one had time to take a video, missing the chance to witness a martial arts expert in action.

In this way, Zhuochuan reached the ground floor of the nine-story building in less than a minute.

At this moment, the people waiting for the elevator on the first floor had no idea what had happened. They only heard a "duang" from the elevator shaft, as if something had fallen, which startled them. No one had time to react, and they just gathered around to see what had happened.

Zhuochuan had already called 120 and reported the emergency while running down the stairs.

When he reached the ground floor, he rushed to the elevator where the two people had fallen, pushing through the crowd, which caused some dissatisfaction.

"What are you doing, you guy?" A long-haired professional woman, who had been pushed aside by Zhuochuan, fixed her hair and said unhappily.

"Saving people!" Zhuochuan didn't look back. He formed a claw with his fingers and inserted it into the elevator door, prying it open. According to national standards, the elevator door can only withstand 30 kilograms of force. Zhuochuan had recalled this information from a Q&A he had read online at some point.

When Zhuochuan opened the elevator door, the onlookers were stunned. They saw two bloody bodies hanging in the elevator shaft, barely distinguishable by their clothing as a man and a woman.

Zhuochuan felt relieved. When the two people fell, the elevator was on the 18th floor, so they didn't land on the top of the elevator car but on the ground. This elevator did not go to the underground parking, so the first floor was the bottom.

Zhuochuan didn't care about the woman at all. He went in and, using the first aid knowledge in his mind, carefully separated Dongze from the woman and prepared to give Dongze emergency treatment. As soon as he looked, he realized the situation was dire.

When he pried open Dongze's eyelids, he saw that his pupils were dilating. He put his finger under Dongze's nose and found his breathing was very weak. When he felt his pulse, it was also very weak. Zhuochuan knew that Dongze might not survive until the ambulance arrived. In the previous case, both people had died from the fall.

He looked around and saw that everyone was watching from outside, and no one dared to come in. Zhuochuan understood them. If he were in their position, he wouldn't help either, as they lacked professional first aid knowledge, and helping might cause more trouble. Just calling for help was already a good deed.

But this was perfect for him to use his soul skill.

Zhuochuan's eyes flickered slightly, and an invisible soul force, appearing as a mist, began to spread over Dongze's body.

Zhuochuan didn't focus on the external injuries but on repairing the internal organs.

Dahēi was right. The biggest challenge in using "Muscle Repair" on others was the resistance of their soul force. In the modern world, people's soul force was much weaker than that of the new world, often only a fraction of the latter.

Dongze's soul force was far weaker than Zhuochuan's. After much training and trials, Zhuochuan's soul force had not only filled to the limit but had also been subtly enhanced. It had long surpassed the level of a reserve citizen.

Soon, Zhuochuan felt relieved because the skill was very effective, and he didn't feel any resistance. He understood that Dongze was only in his twenties, and his soul was far from mature. Zhuochuan now needed to absorb the soul force of dozens of elderly people to fill his own, and Dongze couldn't even compare to one elderly person.

If he had to describe the repair process, it was almost the same as repairing the pig in the new world. This wasn't to say that Dongze's soul strength was weaker than a pig's, but in Zhuochuan's current perception, any difference was negligible.

Dongze's breathing began to strengthen, and the effect of the soul skill was always astonishing, as Zhuochuan had known. He stopped the repair process, thinking that the ambulance would arrive soon and could take over.

As for the other woman, Zhuochuan didn't care about her life or death. He wasn't a moral saint, and she was the one who caused the fall. If she hadn't come to the company to cause trouble, this wouldn't have happened. Dongze wasn't the type to act out unless pushed to the limit.

"I've called for emergency services. You should come out. You're not a doctor, and it's better not to cause more trouble," Zhuochuan turned to see the long-haired woman who had been complaining. He nodded, knowing that more calls would help the hospital know it wasn't a prank and would arrive faster.

He thought for a moment and slowly carried Dongze out. Although he had seen the elevator stop in emergency mode, he wanted to avoid any accidents, such as the elevator moving and crushing Dongze.

As for the woman, he didn't care.

"Thank you," Zhuochuan smiled at the long-haired woman, his body still covered in the blood of the two people, looking a bit terrifying.

The long-haired woman smiled back and took a few steps back, and the others had already retreated.

"Isn't there still one inside?" the long-haired woman said.

Zhuochuan shook his head, "The one inside is probably beyond help. I don't dare to move her."