"Hey, where’s the doctor? Such a big airplane, and there’s no accompanying doctor?"
"Hurry up!"
The economy class was filled with noisy commotion. Shen Ying woke up from her sleep, rubbing her eyes, "Ye Tian, what’s happening over there?"
"It seems a foreign friend fell ill. His assistant is shouting loudly."
Ye Tian frowned slightly. The attitude of this fake foreign assistant was extrely bad.
"Doctor Cao, you’re here. Help him quickly, see what’s wrong?"
The flight attendant was almost brought to tears by the assistant’s scolding. A young man in a white coat jogged over with a dical kit.
"I’m telling you, if sothing happens to Mr. Wei Fan, I’ll call the embassy and have you fired!"
The assistant glared viciously at Dr. Fei, grabbed his collar, and shouted.
There was a trace of anger on Cao Ping’s face. After all, he was a specially recruited doctor for Yunhang Airlines. Usually, people in the company, even the wealthy who fell ill on the plane, all respected him.
Now, without even starting the diagnosis, this blonde foreign assistant was scolding him unceremoniously, but he had no choice.
Yunhang’s headquarters had just given him a strict order: if he couldn’t cure the foreigner, he would be fired imdiately.
Because this involved an international friend and a very important figure, a chairman of a foreign aircraft manufacturing company, Yunhang’s headquarters felt imnse pressure.
If this foreigner died on Yunhang’s plane, they would face huge retaliation from the aircraft company, leading to extrely serious consequences.
Cao Ping rushed over from first class, cursing in his heart, "A billionaire chairman, what are you doing in economy class?"
"Isn’t this causing trouble on purpose?"
"Hurry up and move him to the dical room. Can I get so help?"
Cao Ping made a preliminary examination, finding no clue. His hands were shaking, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. They needed to go to the dical room.
Soon, several male flight attendants ca to carefully carry Wei Fan into the specially designed dical room.
A few minutes later, the economy class slowly cald down, though many people were still whispering.
"Humph, that assistant must have accumulated a lot of good karma in his past life. Why is his mouth so vile?"
"Shouting and yelling there, can’t even get a decent sleep. Why do rich people co to economy class?"
"What can you do? Maybe they want to experience the life of the poor, so what?"
"Hehe, I think the old man probably can’t be saved. His face is turning purple. It’s clearly a terminal illness."
"I’ve looked it up. This Fan Wei is a board mber of Decovilan in France, ranked seventy-first on the global Forbes list."
"Wow, really a rich person!"
Instantly, the whole economy class was abuzz again, with exclamations rising one after another.
Shen Ying leaned into Ye Tian’s ear, her fragrance wafting around, and pinched his arm, smiling, "Ye Tian, that old man really has a significant background."
"Look, if Dr. Fei can’t cure him, there will be big trouble."
Ye Tian picked up Shen Ying’s phone, looking at the rows of introductions, with his eyes flashing with a slight glow.
Decovilan, a French aircraft and aircraft engine manufacturer, is the third largest aircraft manufacturer globally and a partner of major aerospace companies in Huaxia.
Wei Fan, a board mber of Decovilan, holding 35% of the shares, ranked seventy-first on the global Forbes list.
A genuine tycoon, not a nouveau riche or a country bumpkin with money.
"Ignore it. Let’s keep sleeping. There’s still three hours until we reach Capital City."
Ye Tian patted Shen Ying’s head, resting his own on her shoulder. "This ti, it’s my turn."
Shen Ying’s delicate body clearly trembled slightly, with a trace of sweetness and shyness on her perfect face.
....
Ten minutes later, an angry shout ca from the dical room.
"Useless, all of you are useless! What are your dical personnel doing on this plane? Ten minutes and twenty seconds, and you still can’t find the cause of illness."
"I’m going to call and complain about you all, get you all fired and kicked out!!!"
In the dical room, Wei Fan’s assistant roared at Fei Ping and the flight attendants with a malicious expression.
All the accompanying doctors on the plane had gathered there. Faced with the assistant’s scolding, they were all speechless. Although furious inside, they could only endure it.
So pretended to look at examination results, so pretended to be deep in thought, and so simply looked away. None of them replied to the assistant.
"What’s the matter? Not talking anymore?"
"Can anyone tell what illness Mr. Wei Fan has???"
The assistant held her head in her hands and whipped her hair loose. Desperately, she yelled at the doctors.
Watching Mr. Wei Fan’s breathing grow weaker, she felt like an ant on a hot pot, anxious and uneasy.
"Dr. Cao, what exactly is wrong with this foreigner?? Why do I feel like there’s nothing wrong with him!"
A rather thin doctor whispered to Fei Ping.
"How should I know! This flight is so unlucky?!"
"We don’t have an ICU ward here, nor do we have X-rays to scan him!!"
Cao Ping was at his wit’s end. After thorough examinations, he found nothing and even felt this old man’s health was better than his own.
At the hospital, he was among the promising young talents, respected by all. Now he was being cursed at for over ten minutes without a break by this assistant.
If not for Wei Fan’s distinguished status and the company’s strict orders, Fei Ping would have left long ago.
An older flight attendant, seemingly the leader of the group, walked over with a smile, "Miss Mary, our flight doctors have tried their best, but as you can see, the dical conditions here are too basic."
"We can’t conduct a more thorough examination. Why don’t we wait a few hours until we get off the plane, and have our company send a car to take Mr. Wei Fan to Kyoto Hospital?"
"A few hours? Are you joking? The turbulence on the plane could deteriorate Mr. Wei Fan’s condition. If you can’t treat Mr. Wei Fan, you all better prepare to be fired," Assistant Mary scread, extraordinarily agitated.
"Dr. Cao, what should we do?"
The middle-aged flight attendant looked embarrassed but didn’t argue. She just walked over to ask Fei Ping.
Cao Ping stood up, thought for a mont, and pulled the middle-aged flight attendant out, "Sister Lin, we have no choice now. We can’t find anything."
"Go to first class, business class, and economy class. Ask those doctors to co over. Treat it as a last resort!"
The middle-aged woman nodded, went to first class, then business class, and finally arrived in Ye Tian’s economy class.
"Ladies and gentlen, we are deeply sorry to disturb you."
The middle-aged flight attendant’s manners were impeccable. No one seed to be dissatisfied with her.
"We have a gentleman in critical condition. If you know any dical skills, please co to the dical room to consult with other doctors."
"Thank you all."
After speaking, Sister Lin bowed deeply, expressing her gratitude.
As expected, there were indeed one or two dical students in the economy class.
"Xiao Cao, don’t go causing trouble, co back!!!"
Ye Tian followed the sound.
A girl around seventeen or eighteen, wearing a green dress, with a faint herbal sll on her body.
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