After checking in and boarding the plane, Ye Qiu and the others settled into the first-class section, expecting to see French flight attendants, but instead, they t two won who looked like they were in their forties.
This dampened Luo Yang and Ning Yun’s originally high spirits. While there were many white passengers on the flight returning to Europe, neither of them spoke English well, let alone French.
While Ye Qiu sat reading a magazine, Luo Yang and Ning Yun couldn’t make sense of the French magazines and relied on playing on tablets or watching movies.
After the plane took off, the two flight attendants ca over to greet the passengers, asking if they wanted sothing to drink or eat.
There was, in fact, a button at the seat for ordering anything they needed directly, considering how much they had paid for the tickets.
"What would you like to drink? There’s red wine and everything on this plane."
Ye Qiu asked.
"Let take a look first."
The two looked at the selection of drinks and found it more varied than at dostic airports.
After ordering colas, Ye Qiu saw the flight attendant co over and communicate directly in French, requesting various foods including French bread and salad.
After the flight attendant left, Ning Yun remarked, "I thought maybe there’d be a chance of a fling with a beautiful white flight attendant, but no, it’s middle-aged won."
"Why rush? In the Caribbean, there’s plenty of mixed-race people; you might catch sothing there."
"Brother Ye, then I won’t dare."
Ning Yun and Luo Yang were aware of foreigners’ openness, and if they really caught sothing like AIDS, it could be a big problem.
The two weren’t sure if Ye Qiu could treat it, given current dical skills, getting infected would be devastating.
Soon, the flight attendant returned with the drinks and the food including bread and salad.
Ye Qiu and the others tasted it while browsing the magazines.
These magazines were essentially ads, mainly for Swiss watches and high-end luxury items like perfus, costics, and necklaces.
Since the people on this plane were mostly wealthy, these advertisent magazines targeted such consurs.
Ning Yun and Luo Yang couldn’t understand them, and with their phones only on flight mode, they could only play single-player gas and watch downloaded movies.
After Ye Qiu finished browsing the magazines, he began to rest.
Despite the boredom on the plane, the first-class section on this A380 was very comfortable, allowing for a good nap equivalent to crossing a thousand miles.
Ye Qiu began to rest, along with Luo Yang and Ning Yun.
When Ye Qiu woke up and opened his eyes, seven to eight hours had passed; the phone showed it was seven to eight in the evening.
Who knew where the plane was over now, but certainly not near Paris yet.
After all, it was at least twelve to thirteen hours to Paris, still a few hours away.
Ye Qiu was awake and couldn’t fall back asleep.
He got up to use the bathroom, and just as he was about to open the door, he saw a slightly dark-skinned man collapsed inside.
Suspecting sothing was wrong, Ye Qiu stepped out to call for the flight attendants.
Soon, a flight attendant ca over.
"There seems to be a passenger inside who isn’t feeling well and has collapsed,"
The flight attendant left to relay this into a headset, and soon another flight attendant ca over.
The two attendants helped the man out, and the onboard doctor found that the passenger had suffered a heart attack.
"Check if he has any heart dication on him?"
After watching for a bit, Ye Qiu went into the restroom; as long as it wasn’t fatal, all should be fine.
When he finished washing up and stepped out, he noticed the man seed to be doing much better.
Fortunately, Ye Qiu had discovered him in ti, or he might have died in the restroom unnoticed.
Returning to his seat, he found Luo Yang awake who asked, "Brother Ye, what happened just now?"
"That foreigner had a heart attack; I happened to find him in the restroom."
A heart attack?
Luo Yang knew he used to suffer from heart issues, which Ye Qiu had successfully treated, or else he might have been in the sa situation as that foreign man.
Feeling a bit hungry, Ye Qiu was ready to eat dinner.
Compared to economy class, the first-class service was much better in every way, including food and drink.
When the flight attendant approached, she thanked Ye Qiu for his tily alert earlier.
Now hearing that Ye Qiu and the group wanted dinner, she went to prepare it.
On this French airplane, they served buffet-style als, which included French dishes like steak, bread, caviar, and foie gras.
The attendant served this to the three, along with a glass of red wine.
While Ye Qiu was eating, Luo Yang, seeing the dark stuff as foie gras and the red stuff as caviar, found himself unable to eat them; both seed fishy to him.
Especially the red caviar, Luo Yang couldn’t bring himself to eat it.
"Brother Ye, is this the world-famous caviar and foie gras? I have no appetite for it at all."
"These are pretty ordinary; the expensive ones are beyond your ans, so if you don’t want to eat, don’t."
The caviar is essentially salted fish eggs, but only sturgeon caviar is considered authentic. The problem is, this is definitely not sturgeon caviar given the ticket prices; having gourt food is impossible.
If those two didn’t want to eat it, Ye Qiu surely wouldn’t either.
Though he had tasted authentic ones before, he still found them slightly fishy.
This was unlike the tastes valued in Eastern cuisine.
The bread, milk, salad, steak, and fish fillet were decent, but also frozen, not very fresh.
As Ye Qiu finished eating, he noticed a dark-skinned but not typically black man walking over.
It was the man Ye Qiu had seen earlier in the restroom.
This man, nad Martinez, was a mixed Cuban. His grandfather’s generation was black, his grandmother was white, making his father mixed-race, and hence his own sowhat darker complexion, though not obviously so.
Martinez had gone to use the restroom only to inexplicably suffer a sudden heart attack there, unable to call for help. Fortunately, this young man had alerted a flight attendant, so now he ca to thank him.
"Sir, my na is Martinez, from Cuba. Thank you for saving just now."
"No problem," Ye Qiu replied casually.
He had simply inford the flight attendant; he hadn’t personally provided any direct dical aid.
Martinez appeared to be in his thirties, looking quite young, and was speaking Spanish. He hadn’t expected the young man could speak it too.
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