Chapter 181 Xiamen Trip Part 2: Doing Good Deeds on the Plane

"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning. Now broadcasting a message for help: The passenger in row 19, seat C, suddenly had a nosebleed. Is there a medical worker on board? If so, please provide assistance."

"Ladies and gentlemen, now repeating the broadcast, row 19, seat C..."

I stood up and the stewardess looked at me: "Sir, you?"

"I'll go take a look."

She immediately led me back.

When I arrived at row 19, I saw a teenage boy with blood coming out of his right nostril. I immediately stepped forward and pinched the first joint of his left middle finger with my thumb and index finger, then lifted it up.

The nosebleed stopped immediately.

"Wipe his nosebleed." I said to the middle-aged woman who looked at me gratefully.

She wiped the boy's nose of blood.

"How long will the flight take?" I turned and asked the flight attendant.

"We can land in twenty minutes."

I felt relieved and said to the middle-aged woman, "Stand up and do the same as me. Just pinch her middle finger and hold it above your head."

The woman thanked me profusely. I turned to the other passengers and said, "Next time you see a child with this condition, if the right nostril bleeds, pinch the middle finger of your left hand. If the left nostril bleeds, pinch the middle finger of your right hand. If both nostrils bleed, press both middle fingers and then lift them above the head."

I demonstrated as I spoke. The passengers followed my lead. I noticed Mr. Chen standing in the aisle, following suit.

After the lesson, I turned and left. Applause erupted behind me. The flight attendant asked, "What if it's an adult?"

"The effect is relatively poor because some people have high blood pressure. This is a temporary measure, and it is best to seek medical attention as soon as possible."

Back in first class, Mr. Chen asked, "Do you also know medicine?"

I said in a deep voice: "My master taught me some simple and useful little prescriptions."

"Life is a long journey, and the egrets are always by our side. Dear passengers, thank you for flying with Xiamen Airlines. Your flight will soon land."

A passenger just felt unwell and was treated by Mr. Wan Shanhong, a passenger on this flight. On behalf of Captain Yu Jinghui and the entire flight crew, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Mr. Wan Shanhong.

As soon as he finished speaking, two flight attendants came over, one holding a plate with a model airplane on it, and the other, who was a little older, walked in front.

"Mr. Wan Shanhong, I'm the flight attendant on this flight. Thank you for helping us solve our problem in a timely manner. This is a souvenir from us."

The flight attendant handed me a small airplane model and extended his hand to shake mine.

Several other passengers cast envious glances at me. Mr. Chen's face flushed with happiness.

At this time, a chubby man, about fifty years old, came over and said with a polite smile, "Mr. Wan, can you leave me your WeChat?"

I nodded and wrote it to him. He said, "See you later."

The plane landed, taxied, and stopped steadily.

As we got off the plane, the chubby middle-aged man waved at me, and the young man next to him followed closely behind. As we passed the exit, two flight attendants were particularly polite to me, bowing slightly and smiling, saying, "Goodbye, Mr. Wan."

A middle-aged woman caught up with me with her child, thanked me and wanted to add me on WeChat.

I said, "Don't add him on WeChat anymore. Next time you fly, try not to buy tickets around row 19, as it's close to the wing. You should see a doctor right away."

The woman thanked him again and again and left with the child.

Mr. Chen said with a smile, "Shanhong, you've made me proud. You've been looking at us with envy today."

I smiled.

He then asked, "You know the seats on the wing are worse?"

"I like reading, and this one was written by a doctor. He gave very detailed instructions on what to pay attention to when flying."

"There is knowledge to be gained from paying attention. Secretary Ma should learn from you."

When we reached the exit, there was a woman in the crowd holding a sign welcoming us.

I raised my hand towards the woman.

When we got to the lobby, another stylishly dressed woman extended her hand and said, "Welcome, Mr. Chen, Mr. Wan, my name is Zhang Meizhu." Then a man and a woman came forward and presented us with a bouquet of flowers.

We got into a small, off-white car. Forgive my ignorance, but I don't know the brand. Zhang Meizhu sat in the passenger seat, and another car followed behind.

The two cars drove towards the city.

Along the way, Zhang Meizhu introduced us to the famous attractions we passed by. Mr. Chen must have known them all, nodding politely and saying "hmmmm" repeatedly. I remained silent the whole time, too surprised and seemed uninformed. Not responding at all was obviously impolite.

I said, "Is Miss Zhang a local?"

"Yes, my home is in Jimei District. Did you hear the accent in my Mandarin?"

"Your Mandarin is very standard. Only a local could introduce their hometown with such passion."

"Yes, everyone is proud of their hometown."

Mr. Chen looked at me with great satisfaction, as if to say that I was able to fit in with the atmosphere immediately and had high emotional intelligence. He was implicitly praising the southerner for his good Mandarin speaking.

The car drove right up to the company's entrance. I looked up and saw it was richly decorated with precious stones, though it looked a bit old. Two men hurried in. One was tall, with thick eyebrows, deep eyes, and a high nose. He shook Mr. Chen's hand first, then mine, saying, "Welcome, Mr. Chen, Mr. Wan," and introduced the man next to him as partner Chen Zhenglong.

After a few pleasantries at the door, we entered a reception room on the second floor of the company.

There was fruit on the table, and Zhang Meizhu served hot tea. Everyone chatted together, saying that they were tired from the journey and needed to stay a few more days here.

Mr. Chen said he had a lot of things to do at home and declined the tour arranged by Mr. Xiong, saying he would stay for three days. Seeing that Mr. Chen was determined, Mr. Xiong arranged a three-day trip.

Mr. Chen said, "You have to give me some freedom. I don't want you to control me on this last day. Mr. Wan and I can do whatever we want. Just take us to the airport this afternoon."

Mr. Xiong laughed and said, "I'm such a stubborn person."

Zhang Meizhu came in and whispered a few words to Mr. Xiong. Mr. Xiong stood up and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Let's not go anywhere else. Come to my cafeteria for dinner."

Zhang Meizhu led the way to the third floor. There was no cafeteria there. It was a small clubhouse with very luxurious decoration, probably used to entertain VIPs.

We turned a corner and came to a secluded place with several private rooms. Zhang Meizhu accompanied Mr. Chen into the room. I looked up and saw a sign hanging above the room that read "Chen Family Village."

Why is it Chenjiazhuang? It's not Xiongjiazhuang or Gaojiazhuang.

Another man and two women came in, and Mr. Chen introduced them as the company's finance department, sales manager, etc. There were eight people in total, and the host and guests took their seats.

We drank red wine and served seafood during the meal.

We drank and chatted. Southerners are straightforward and polite when drinking, not pushing others too hard. Instead, we were all very lively. While toasting, I asked, "Mr. Xiong's ancestors were Hui, right?"

"Yes, the appearance has changed a bit, but some things remain the same. Our ancestors moved here during the Ming Dynasty."

I said, "You have some unique features in your appearance, but Mr. Chen has a unique name."

Chen Zhenglong pointed at his nose and asked, "Is my name unique?"

I went over to toast Chen Zhenglong again and said, "Yes, I'll toast to you first and tell you later."

Everyone refused to listen, so I returned to my seat and said, "Let's talk about it later."

Mr. Xiong waved his hand and said, "Now tell me, does his name mean wealth?"

I smiled and said, "It brings wealth. Because during the Ming Dynasty, a man named Chen Zhenglong smuggled sweet potato vines from the Philippines to Fuzhou. That's how sweet potatoes first appeared in China, and they solved the hunger problem for tens of millions of people. The imperial court even built the 'Chen Zhenglong Temple' specifically for this."

Mr. Xiong slammed the table and said, "Yes, I knew there was such a thing, but I didn't know these three words were exactly the same."

He suddenly asked, "Have you been to Fuzhou?"

I shook my head.

President Xiong raised his glass and said, "A toast to the knowledgeable and talented President Wan."

Others also came to toast me.

Of course, this little bit of red wine is nothing, just a drizzle, just drink it.

Chen Yousheng's face lit up, probably because he felt that bringing me out was really an honor.

We enjoyed the meal, but I wasn't used to the seafood. I had to drink the soup, and by the end of the meal, I was full of water.

Zhang Meizhu took us to the hotel and agreed to pick us up at 3 pm to visit the new site.

I asked Mr. Chen, "Why is the sign on the door to the private room saying 'Chen Jia Zhuang'?"

Mr. Chen smiled and said, "You don't know this, do you? Just write the last name of whoever is the guest of honor today."