From Wage Slave to Tycoon

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.

His family had driven him all the way from their district to the hospital in Xilinhot, only to discover that the facility couldn’t perform the reattachment surgery; they could only dress the wound.

"It’s not enough time... The flight to Hohhot is an hour and a half, best case. The hospital is twenty kilometers from the airport. By the time we get there, it’ll be past the eight-hour mark!" As if all his strength had drained away, the young man slumped to the floor.

Everyone present did a quick mental calculation and realized the young man was right. The timing was impossible.

Looks of resignation washed over everyone’s faces.

Just when everyone was about to give up hope, the radio in the manager’s hand crackled again. "Terminal, this is Tower. There’s a large private aircraft on the field, scheduled to depart for the Imperial Capital. Do you want me to relay the situation to them?"

"A large private jet?" Everyone gasped. Only the rich and powerful flew on private jets...

And a large one at that—the kind of aircraft that easily costs hundreds of millions.

The young man, still slumped on the floor, felt a flicker of hope, but it died just as quickly. ’How could such a powerful person possibly agree to help?’

"Shouldn’t we at least try?" the medic asked, his voice hoarse.

The airport manager looked at the little boy on the gurney, then gritted his teeth. He grabbed the radio and shouted, "Tower, relay the situation! Ask for their help!"

"Tower copies!"

Meanwhile, the "Yunmengze" had already taxied from its stand. It had just reached the runway when the call came in from the tower.

The captain and first officer were at a loss. After a quick discussion, they decided to report the matter to the steward, Jiang Hui.

Jiang Hui didn’t hesitate for a second after hearing the news. He strode quickly toward the resting cabin at the rear of the aircraft.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Jiang Hui knocked several times.

Su Chen’s private jet was designed with partition doors for each section to ensure the resting cabin remained perfectly quiet.

"What’s wrong?" Su Chen asked, opening the door. He looked quizzically at Jiang Hui’s urgent expression.

"Sir, there’s an emergency. A little boy’s arm was severed by a machine. He needs limb reattachment surgery in a major city, and if he can get there within the next four hours, they can save his arm. The control tower is asking if we would be willing to help..."

’A limb reattachment for a little boy?’ Su Chen had never expected to encounter something like this.

"Contact the tower immediately. Tell them we agree. Have them arrange a gate for us right away!"

A rare smile touched Jiang Hui’s lips. "Right away, sir!"

As he watched Jiang Hui hurry away, Su Chen’s sleepiness vanished. He quickly stepped out of the cabin as well.

Following the control tower’s instructions, the jet quickly taxied to a boarding gate.

The moment the cabin door opened, they could see airport staff with a group of four or five people and a gurney waiting on the jet bridge.

"Bring the patient aboard," Jiang Hui called out from the doorway.

The group still hadn’t recovered from their shock. They never imagined the owner of this private jet would actually agree to take them.

The medic, being more worldly, was the first to snap out of it. "Gelie, quickly, carry your brother aboard!"

The young man, Gelie, carefully lifted his little brother and headed onto the plane.

Stepping inside, he was so stunned by the lavish interior that he froze in place. Jiang Hui, sensing Gelie’s unease, gently took the small boy from his arms and carefully laid him down on one of the seats, which he had reclined flat.

Gelie only snapped out of it once the small boy was out of his arms. He seemed to want to say something, but he was so flustered his face just turned bright red, and no words came out.

The medic followed him aboard, carrying a blue cooler, and he too was momentarily stunned by the opulent interior.

"Is that everyone? If so, I’ll notify the tower we’re ready for takeoff. Time is of the essence," Jiang Hui said, looking at the two men.

"Just the three of us!" Gelie said hurriedly.

Jiang Hui nodded. He had a flight attendant close the cabin door and then turned to report to Su Chen.

He had just turned when he saw Su Chen emerge from the front of the cabin.

"Sir, this is the child who needs our help, and this is his brother and the medic from the hospital."

Su Chen’s gaze fell on the little boy lying on the seat. The sight of his pale face and the gauze-wrapped stump of his arm made Su Chen sigh.

"Tell the captain to get us to the Imperial Capital as fast as possible, without compromising safety."

"Yes, sir!"

At that moment, it dawned on Gelie that the young man standing before him was the owner of the jet.

THUD! Gelie dropped to his knees before Su Chen and kowtowed several times.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you so, so much!"

"Alright, that’s enough. Please, get up."

Su Chen quickly helped Gelie back to his feet.