From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Chapter 106: Consider It Accumulating Good Karma

"Sir, we’ve contacted Xilinhot Airport. The private jet will take off in one hour!"

"Mm... let’s go."

Su Chen had made special arrangements yesterday to have his private jet brought over. He really didn’t want to spend another half-day in a car driving back to the Imperial Capital. As for Chen Fei’s Mercedes G-Class, a flatbed truck had already been arranged to transport it back yesterday afternoon. He figured it had probably arrived in the Imperial Capital by now.

Just as Su Chen and his two companions exited the hotel, they saw Xiao Peng leaning against the Mercedes G-Class, peering toward the hotel entrance.

"Sir," Xiao Peng said, quickly opening the rear passenger door.

"Mm. Thanks for going out of your way today." Su Chen knew Xiao Peng had gone to Dongwu Banner with Zong Xinyao yesterday to take care of some lingering problems.

Xiao Peng had driven back from Dongwu Banner first thing in the morning.

"It’s my duty."

Su Chen didn’t say anything more. He just patted Xiao Peng on the shoulder and got into the car.

The airport was very close to Su Chen’s hotel; they arrived in about twenty minutes.

After offering Xiao Peng a few words of encouragement, Su Chen led Jiang Hui and Chen Fei into the airport.

Xilinhot Airport wasn’t very large, with only seven parking stands and no dedicated area for private jets. Su Chen and his group couldn’t drive directly onto the tarmac; they had to go through an expedited channel and take an airport shuttle.

The airport wasn’t crowded at all; in fact, it seemed exceptionally empty. Su Chen asked a staff member and learned that Xilinhot’s peak seasons were summer, from June to August, and January. Foot traffic was relatively light the rest of the year.

The shuttle bus soon stopped beside Su Chen’s "Yunmengze."

’I should’ve just flown here from the start. And I thought it’d be a good idea to drive and see the grasslands... What a terrible plan!’

His original plan was to drive here to experience a trip across the grasslands and see the sights. Who would’ve thought it’d be this cold? It was his own fault. The first snow had already hit the Imperial Capital, so of course Inner Mongolia wouldn’t be warm.

’Sometimes I really have to admire my own logic.’

Once on the plane, Su Chen went straight to the bed in the rear cabin, lay down, and casually scrolled through his phone while waiting for takeoff.

.........

"Nnngh... oww... nnngh... oww..."

An ambulance pulled to a stop at the main entrance of Xilinhot Airport. Four people got out, three of whom were in medical attire. Together, they carefully lifted a gurney from the back of the vehicle.

"Quick! Contact the airport and ask if there are any flights to major nearby cities! It’s a matter of life and death!" an older, middle-aged man shouted.

"I’ll go!" a young man exclaimed before dashing inside.

The others pushed the gurney into the airport. On it lay a small child, around six or seven years old, whose pale face was a testament to the severity of his condition.

The moment the young man ran into the terminal, he caught the attention of airport security. A security officer quickly approached him.

"Son, what’s wrong? You’re in a real panic." The officer rested his right hand on his waist as he spoke.

"I need to speak to whoever’s in charge! The airport manager!" the young man said frantically.

Seeing how agitated the young man was, the officer gestured to his colleagues nearby. Two more officers quickly moved to surround him.

"Son, calm down. Just tell us what’s happening."

But at that, the young man broke down and burst into tears.

Just then, the paramedics arrived with the gurney. When the security officers saw the scene, they realized something was seriously wrong.

Looking closer, they saw a six or seven-year-old child on the gurney. Half of his small body was wrapped in gauze, and his right arm was completely severed near the shoulder.

"My little brother needs emergency surgery in a major city! Please, I’m begging you, help us!" The sight of his brother on the gurney seemed to give the young man some strength. He grabbed the security officer’s arm and pleaded.

The security officer immediately contacted the terminal manager. A moment later, a man who looked to be in charge came running over.

"What’s going on?" The manager pushed through the small crowd. When he saw the child on the gurney, his own scalp prickled with dread.

"Sir, please, I’m begging you! Is there a flight to a major city? Any flight at all? My brother’s just a little kid... he can’t lose his arm!" The young man dropped to his knees in front of the manager and cried out.

"Ah..." The manager faltered. He knew their situation all too well. It was the off-season, and flights were few and far between.

"Get up, please. I’ll ask for you." As the terminal manager, he didn’t know the exact flight schedule offhand; he would have to check with the control tower.

Hearing that the manager was willing to help, the young man said emotionally, "Thank you, sir! Thank you!"

The manager pulled out his walkie-talkie and switched to a specific channel. "Tower, this is the main terminal. We have a medical emergency. A six or seven-year-old boy with a severed arm needs immediate transport to a major city for surgery. What’s the soonest flight out?"

"Tower copies. The soonest flight is in two hours, to Hohhot."

The voice from the radio hit the young man like a physical blow. He staggered, nearly collapsing, but the middle-aged man who had come with him caught him.

"We still have time. As long as he gets to a hospital within eight hours, they can reattach the arm. It’s only been four hours. Don’t panic," the older man said, trying to console him.

The little boy was the son of a herder from one of the pastoral districts. He had accidentally stuck his hand into a piece of machinery while playing, and it had severed his arm. Fortunately, the limb was severed cleanly and could be reattached.

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