The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 892 - 892 891 Plane Crash

892: Chapter 891 Plane Crash 892: Chapter 891 Plane Crash Everything was peaceful along the way.

Because of what had happened earlier, the Little Nurse and Wang Cong were getting along quite well.

Wang Cong had made several subtle advances, but they were all rejected by the Little Nurse—not because she thought Wang Cong was unsuitable.

In fact, Wang Cong’s qualifications were excellent.

He was young and promising and had even obtained American citizenship.

If the Little Nurse married him, she could easily get a green card.

This was something many Huaxia girls dreamed of these days.

The Little Nurse rejected Wang Cong because of her illness.

After all, she was born with a short lifespan and didn’t want to burden her benefactor.

Unfortunately, she didn’t know that Wang Cong saw her as mere entertainment.

After three hours of flight, the plane suddenly began to shake violently.

“What’s going on?” The Little Nurse, who was pouring water, stumbled and almost fell.

“This is bad!

We’re going to crash!” Wang Dadong’s expression darkened.

Wang Cong quickly steadied the Little Nurse and sneered disdainfully, “A bumpkin will always be a bumpkin.

The plane hit an air pocket, you don’t need to panic!”

Wang Dadong couldn’t be bothered with Wang Cong, the jumping clown.

Instead, he turned to the crowd and said, “Everyone, quickly put on your parachutes—we’re going to crash!”

The plane had just been struck by something.

Although Wang Dadong hadn’t seen it, his extensive experience as a member of the China Divine Shield gave him deep knowledge of aircraft.

By the sound alone, he could tell the engine was damaged and the wings had cracks.

The plane would crash soon.

“Young man, you’re not joking, are you?” Chen Bowen’s face turned pale.

“Is now the time for jokes?” Wang Dadong replied grimly.

“Everyone, quickly put on your parachutes!” Chen Bowen immediately urged the group.

He might not trust others’ words, but he couldn’t afford to dismiss Wang Dadong’s.

After all, before coming here, he’d already heard that Wang Dadong was at the Captain Level of the Dragon Group.

While they had profound expertise in medical skills, it was undeniable that the warriors of the Dragon Group were far more adept in matters like this.

At the mention of the impending crash, everyone was horrified, especially the accompanying group of young nurses, who were so stunned their faces drained of color.

This gave Wang Cong the perfect opportunity to take advantage; he wrapped an arm around the Little Nurse’s shoulder and comforted her, saying, “Don’t listen to that bumpkin’s nonsense.

The plane won’t crash.”

Wang Cong naturally didn’t believe the plane would go down.

Anyone with basic knowledge knew that plane accidents were the least likely among all modes of transportation—unless the aircraft collided with something.

But the plane was currently in the stratosphere, one or two tens of thousands of meters above the ground.

There was no way anything could hit it.

Moreover, if Wang Dadong were truly certain the plane was crashing, he’d have been scared out of his wits by now, rather than so composed.

Suddenly, the cockpit door opened, and the co-pilot stepped out, his face serious.

“The plane engine has failed; we’re about to crash.

Everyone, put on your parachutes and prepare to jump!”

Even if Wang Dadong had been joking, the pilot certainly wouldn’t joke about this.

Everyone now wholeheartedly believed the plane was going to crash.

The passengers hurriedly began searching for parachutes.

Wang Cong, especially, reacted with incredible speed upon learning the crash was real; before anyone else could locate their parachutes, he had already strapped one onto his back.

Having undergone extensive training abroad, including plane escape drills, Wang Cong was adept and efficient.

The plane shook violently again, and the sensation of weightlessness was evident as it started to plummet.

Everyone frantically searched for the spare parachutes.

“Damn it, there’s one parachute missing!” someone shouted.

Everyone was stunned to discover there were thirteen people aboard the plane but only twelve parachutes available!

“No problem.

These parachutes are designed to handle up to ninety kilograms.

Anyone weighing less than forty-five kilograms, please step forward; two of you can share one parachute,” Wang Dadong said, remarkably calm and composed.

Within seconds, only the Little Nurse with congenital heart disease stepped forward.

Though the nurses were slender, their weights rarely fell under forty-five kilograms.

Even Piao Xue weighed fifty-two kilograms.

Of course, stepping forward meant sharing a parachute with another person, which was inherently risky.

Using one parachute alone was already dangerous, let alone sharing it.

So even those with weights under forty-five kilograms might hesitate to step forward.

Especially for those who had never undergone training, parachuting was even riskier.

Thus, it wasn’t entirely surprising that self-preservation took precedence—after all, this was a matter of life or death.

Wang Dadong’s gaze swept across the group.

He asked the Little Nurse, “What’s your weight?”

“I…I’m forty-one kilograms,” the Little Nurse replied softly, her face showing some panic.

If no one volunteered to share, she would fall to her death with the plane.

“I’ll share with her,” Leng Ningshuang offered.

While her combined weight with the Little Nurse exceeded ninety kilograms, she was still the lightest among the group.

“Have you ever received parachute training?” Wang Dadong asked.

Leng Ningshuang shook her head.

“What about you?” Wang Dadong turned to the Little Nurse.

She also shook her head.

Wang Dadong’s brows furrowed.

Parachuting was already perilous, and sharing a parachute was exponentially riskier.

Without training, death was almost certain.

“Four-eyed Monster, you share with her!” Wang Dadong pointed at Wang Cong.

Although Wang Cong’s character was poor, his skilled handling of the parachute showed he’d undergone training.

More importantly, Wang Cong’s weight was likely less than Leng Ningshuang’s.

“No way!

I weigh fifty kilograms.

Together, we’d exceed ninety kilograms—both of us would die!” Wang Cong protested, abandoning his flirtations in the face of self-preservation.

“You think you weigh fifty kilograms?

With your scrawny frame, I’d say forty-five at most,” Wang Dadong said sharply.

His keen eyes rarely missed the mark; even if the actual weight differed, it wouldn’t be by more than a kilogram.

Still, Wang Cong insisted he weighed fifty kilograms.

“Wang Cong, just share a parachute with Yiyang—it’s only one kilogram over; it should be fine,” Chen Bowen said.

“No way!

The limit is ninety kilograms, and even a tiny excess could be fatal.

If we go down together, I’ll die alongside her!” Wang Cong clutched his parachute tightly, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

In truth, everyone knew the parachute’s capacity was somewhat higher than ninety kilograms.

But to ensure safety, the stated limit was conservative.

Wang Cong understood this logic, but he wasn’t willing to take even the slightest risk.

To him, his life was far more valuable than that of the Little Nurse, who suffered from congenital heart disease.

“Hurry up, everyone; the plane can only hold for two more minutes!” At this moment, the co-pilot appeared again to urge everyone.

He had an ejection seat equipped with a parachute.