Chapter 599: Chapter 598: Fake News

Accompanied by Mr. Xiao and the others, Yan Feifan’s journey to the Los Angeles International Airport was smooth and uneventful.

At the airport, Yan Feifan boarded the plane via the diplomatic channel.

Only after stepping into the cabin did he realize that the so-called "private jet" was actually a chartered Air China wide-body airliner.

This direct flight from Los Angeles to Binhai had a flight crew of four and eleven flight attendants for just one passenger: Yan Feifan.

Although the chartered flight treatment Yan Feifan was receiving was quite impressive, the comfort level of this commercial airliner was a far cry from the private jet he had taken to the United States.

Even the best first-class seat couldn’t compare to a proper bed.

However, Yan Feifan was mentally and physically exhausted.

Once the plane reached cruising altitude and the flight stabilized, he reclined his seat flat and fell into a deep sleep.

What Yan Feifan didn’t know was that as he slept soundly, he had become an object of observation and discussion for the flight attendants, much like a national treasure—the giant panda.

"Hey, I heard that this emergency flight of ours is a temporary charter from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

The speaker was a flight attendant with a melon-seed-shaped face and double eyelids.

She crept closer to Yan Feifan, carefully examining his features, then tiptoed back three steps to rejoin her colleagues.

"He’s so young, in his early twenties at most. Could he be the grandson of some national-level leader?"

Her words earned a disdainful side-eye from an older flight attendant.

"What do you know?"

"The higher up the leader, the more they protect their reputation. They wouldn’t do something like using public resources for private gain so openly."

"If the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is involved, it must be official business."

The older flight attendant rested her chin in her hand and mused, "Based on the conclusions I’ve drawn from reading countless novels, there are only two possibilities."

"One is that this guy himself is extremely important and formidable."

"The second is that he’s carrying top-secret intelligence..."

She said with a serious expression, "I’m personally leaning toward the second one..."

A flight attendant with a small, round face chuckled and interrupted, "Mrs. Liu, you’ve been watching too much 007, haven’t you?"

"In a situation like you’re describing, why would they use a commercial flight like ours? He’d definitely be transported secretly by submarine or military plane."

"Have you guys noticed?"

The round-faced attendant pointed a finger at the sleeping Yan Feifan and continued in a hushed voice, "He’s really handsome and quite refined-looking."

"And I feel like he looks familiar. I must have seen him somewhere before."

"My guess is he’s the son of some business tycoon. He was probably studying or traveling in the United States, and now there’s a family emergency, so they used their connections with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to charter our plane."

The round-faced attendant’s analysis received nods of agreement from two of her colleagues.

Just then, the group heard the sound of the cockpit door opening and quickly scattered, pretending to be busy...

Waking up in a daze, Yan Feifan felt awful all over.

His leg hurt, his head hurt, his whole body ached, and it felt like his internal organs were in rebellion.

He reached up and touched his forehead.

As expected, it was a bit hot. He had a fever.

Yan Feifan threw off the blanket, sat up, and adjusted his seat back to an upright position.

Just then, a sweet voice spoke up.

"Sir, is there anything you need?"

Yan Feifan looked at the round-faced flight attendant who had hurried over at the sound of movement and asked, "What time is it now?"

While tidying the blanket on his lap, the round-faced attendant replied softly, "Sir, it’s now 11:25 AM on Tuesday, Jingcheng time."

"You’ve been asleep for over five hours. We’ll be arriving at Binhai International Airport in about seven and a half hours."

Yan Feifan hummed in acknowledgment. "A glass of warm water, please."

"Of course. Please wait a moment, sir!"

After the round-faced attendant turned and left, Yan Feifan checked the wound on his left calf.

The stitched area was clearly red and swollen.

Yan Feifan gently pressed the wound but didn’t feel any obvious fluid buildup or signs of internal inflammation.

’They were in a hurry at the time, so the wound was treated a bit hastily.’

’All I can do now is pray the wound doesn’t get infected. Otherwise, I’m in for a world of hurt.’

When the round-faced flight attendant brought the warm water, Yan Feifan first drank half a glass to soothe his stomach, then took a few anti-inflammatory pills.

"Sir, would you like something to eat?"

The round-faced attendant enthusiastically listed the options. "We have rice bowls with Peking duck, Kung Pao chicken, shredded pork in sweet bean sauce, Moo Shu pork, and fish-fragrant shredded pork."

"For Western food, we have steak, lamb chops, fish fillets..."

Aching here, there, and everywhere, the miserable Yan Feifan had no appetite at the moment.

However, he knew his body needed energy, so he forced himself to order the Moo Shu pork with rice.

Yan Feifan first went to the lavatory to relieve himself and wash up. When he returned, he saw that the round-faced attendant had already set out his meal.

He braced himself and started to eat, but surprisingly, his appetite grew with each bite until he was practically ravenous.

After finishing the Moo Shu pork, he was still wanting more.

Yan Feifan ordered another serving of shredded pork in sweet bean sauce, as well as a Western-style fish fillet with potatoes and a vegetable salad.

Not only that, but he also asked for two fruit salads afterward.

After polishing off all the food, Yan Feifan felt a bit embarrassed and explained to the round-faced attendant who came to clear the table, "Your portion sizes aren’t that big."

"And my appetite is also a little large."

Yan Feifan’s usual appetite was indeed quite large for his physique, almost double that of an average person.

One reason was that his body was still in a recovery phase.

The second, and most important, reason was his high daily energy expenditure.

An adult brain weighs about 1500 grams, accounting for approximately 2.5-3.0% of total body weight.

The brain requires 15-20% of the heart’s cardiac output, consumes 20% of the body’s total energy, and uses up to 25% of the body’s total oxygen intake.

And that was just the average.

For a mental laborer, the brain’s various consumption rates would be even higher.

As for Yan Feifan, who often overclocked his brain, his cerebral consumption rate was naturally much higher.

It was hard to estimate the exact figure, but Yan Feifan figured his brain’s energy consumption accounted for at least thirty percent of his total.

Coupled with surgeries that often lasted five to six, or even seven to eight hours, his physical exertion was also immense.

The two factors combined gave Yan Feifan a ridiculously large appetite, comparable to that of a manual laborer on a construction site.

The round-faced attendant chuckled lightly. "Passengers’ appetites usually aren’t very good due to the way high altitudes dull the sense of taste."

"The fact that your appetite is so good, sir, is a huge vote of confidence in our work..."

The round-faced attendant cleared away the dishes and returned with a cup of hot tea for Yan Feifan.

"Um..."

The round-faced attendant asked tentatively in a low voice, "Sir, if it’s not too much trouble, could we take a photo together?"

Yan Feifan looked at the cautious attendant and asked in confusion, "You want to take a photo with me?"

"I’m not a celebrity or an entertainer. I’m just a doctor!"

"You’re a doctor?" The round-faced attendant’s eyes widened.

Suddenly, she exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! Oh! I know who you are!"

"You’re that... that plastic surgeon from Binhai University Affiliated Hospital, named... named..."

"Yan Feifan," Yan Feifan finished for her.

The round-faced attendant said eagerly, "Yes, yes, Dr. Yan Feifan! My boyfriend is also a plastic surgeon, and he’s mentioned you to me more than once."

"He holds you in the highest regard. He says your plastic surgery skills are on a whole other level."

"Haha, then I definitely have to get a photo..."

After taking a few photos with the overjoyed, round-faced flight attendant, Yan Feifan slipped into thought.

’I’ll be back in Binhai by Tuesday evening.’

’I can imagine I won’t have much quiet time to work that night after I get back.’

’And I still haven’t finished optimizing the surgical plans for the two intraspinal tumor operations tomorrow morning...’

What Yan Feifan didn’t know was...

At that very moment, a piece of fake news was rapidly spreading across the internet back in his home country: "A Gifted Life Cut Short: Genius Young Doctor Shot and Killed in the United States..."

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