The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 893 - 893 892 What Is Called a Man

893: Chapter 892 What Is Called a Man 893: Chapter 892 What Is Called a Man “Are you even a man?” Wang Dadong finally lost his temper and cursed at Wang Cong.

Right now, the best choice was clearly for Wang Cong and the little nurse to share a single parachute, yet this guy chose to cling to his life in fear.

“If you’re such a man, why don’t you share one parachute with her?” Wang Cong sneered back.

Wang Dadong weighed over seventy kilograms, and with the little nurse added, the total weight exceeded 120 kilograms—far beyond the parachute’s maximum capacity.

Sharing it would undoubtedly cause problems.

“Forget it, don’t argue anymore.

Honestly, I won’t live much longer anyway.

Just go ahead and parachute yourselves,” the little nurse said mournfully.

The little nurse was already heart-wrenchingly delicate, and now she said such words, which instantly melted the hearts of the four Ghost Doctors.

One by one, they offered to give up their parachutes.

This was the spirit of the Ghost Doctors.

For a little nurse who could die at any moment from heart disease, they were all willing to sacrifice their own lives, putting them far above the duplicitous Wang Cong.

“Use mine instead,” Piao Xue decisively unfastened her parachute.

Her mission was to protect the lives of the Ghost Doctors and their companions, so she hadn’t offered her parachute earlier because the life of a little nurse was clearly less important than those of the Ghost Doctors like Leng Ningshuang.

Now that the Ghost Doctors were willing to relinquish their own parachutes, she naturally couldn’t just stand idly by.

Wang Dadong waved his hand to stop Piao Xue and the Ghost Doctors, then stared at Wang Cong, saying word by word, “Four-eyed Monster, take a good look at what it means to be a man!”

With that, he took off his parachute and strapped it onto the little nurse.

“No, don’t mind me!

I won’t live long anyway; there’s no point!” The little nurse was panic-stricken.

Her congenital heart disease meant her heartbeat could stop at any moment—survival now didn’t guarantee anything beyond.

Wang Dadong firmly held her shoulders and said with deep seriousness, “If you trust me, then live well.

The next time we meet, I will cure your heart disease and make you a normal girl.

You’re still young—you can chase your dream of becoming a star again.”

“Wang Dadong, don’t mess around; the plane is about to crash!” Piao Xue said gravely.

Though Wang Dadong was at the Captain Level of strength, jumping without a parachute would certainly lead to death.

If the little nurse were a healthy person, it might be understandable, but with her heart condition, the odds of survival were slim.

Wang Dadong’s decision seemed foolish.

“Relax—I might even beat you to Donghao Town,” Wang Dadong teased casually.

“The cabin is open; hurry and jump!

The plane will crash in fifty seconds!” The two pilots had already seated themselves in the ejection chairs.

With just fifty seconds before impact, passengers needed to jump several seconds prior, as deploying the parachute late would make it impossible to slow down safely.

“Crazy!” Wang Cong cursed and jumped first.

In his eyes, nothing mattered more than survival.

Playing the hero was pointless—dying would mean nothing remained.

When it came to life, why bother with honor?

“Jump now!” Chen Bowen urged.

“I’ll see you in Donghao Town.” For the first time, Piao Xue didn’t argue with Wang Dadong—she gritted her teeth and said this before jumping out of the cabin.

In the blink of an eye, everyone had jumped, leaving only the little nurse clinging to Wang Dadong’s hand.

At this moment, she saw clearly through Wang Cong’s fake persona.

His words sounded good, but he was really just a selfish man.

Wang Dadong, willing to sacrifice his life for her, was the true hero.

Eventually, Wang Dadong pushed the little nurse out of the plane.

Now only two pilots and Wang Dadong remained onboard.

The pilots had ejection seats, and those seats reduced speed significantly upon launch.

Regular people needed to jump forty seconds before the crash, but pilots could wait until the final ten seconds.

“Man, you’re tough!” The two pilots gave Wang Dadong a thumbs-up.

“Tough, my ass.

Hey, got a smoke?”

Wang Dadong asked one of the pilots for a cigarette, leaned against the cockpit door, and started smoking.

“Take care, brother; we’re bailing first.” With less than ten seconds until impact, the pilots ejected one after another.

The top of the plane opened wide, and cold wind howled into the cabin.

Wang Dadong, cigarette in his mouth, felt the plane plummeting rapidly and loosened up his muscles.

Back when he was part of China Divine Shield, he didn’t have the capacity to jump without a parachute.

But now, with his Sacred Body, it should be manageable.

Of course, this was just his assumption.

After all, a Saint was still human.

If he were Hermit-level, he’d be completely safe.

Two thousand meters!

One thousand meters!

Five hundred meters!

One hundred meters!

When the plane was just one hundred meters above the ground, Wang Dadong bent his knees and jumped with full force.

In an instant, Wang Dadong shot out of the shattered cockpit.

Because of this leap, his descent speed was greatly reduced.

However, his speed was still dangerously fast—an ordinary person would certainly be smashed into pulp upon impact.

But Wang Dadong wasn’t just anyone.

As a Saint with the Vajra Invincible Body, descending at this speed…

well, who knows what the outcome would be; he’d never attempted something so insane before.

Boom!

The plane finally crashed into a small hill, flattening it completely, then exploded with a deafening roar—a sea of flames engulfed the area.

Watching the blaze and billowing black smoke rising from afar, many of those parachuting were moved to tears.

Especially the little nurse, clutching her parachute tightly, crying uncontrollably, murmuring, “You promised me you’d cure my heart disease, so you absolutely can’t die.”

“Damn Wang Cong!

If he had agreed to share a parachute with Yiyang, none of this would’ve happened.

When I get back, I’ll settle things with him!” Chen Bowen’s eyes chilled.

If Wang Cong had been willing to share his parachute with the nurse, given his parachuting training, no one might have died.

“Exactly.

Someone so cowardly doesn’t deserve to be part of the Medical Institute—in fact, he doesn’t deserve a place in Huaxia’s medical scene at all!”

The two Mount Tai-level experts of Huaxia medicine had spoken.

It seemed Wang Cong wouldn’t have any future in Huaxia; he’d have to move abroad.

“Cough, cough…”

Seconds after the plane explosion, a dust-covered figure crawled out of a massive pit.

“Sure enough, show-offs always get struck by lightning,” Wang Dadong muttered, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The impact speed was brutal—even Wang Dadong’s Sacred Body couldn’t handle it unscathed.

Thankfully, he only suffered internal injuries.

“Damn it…

good thing no one saw that, or I’d be the laughingstock!” Wang Dadong had barely finished his complaint when he spotted a parachute lazily floating down from above.

No way—could it really be?