90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

Sun Qiyuan's personal driver is very efficient. He usually has a cold face and gives the impression of being the driver of a domineering president.

Soon, Xie Yan got the household registration book. Xie Jianhua was curious about what she wanted the household registration book for.

Xie Yan shook her head and gave a brief explanation. She said that things were not going very well for her in City Z and that she needed to go to Guangdong Province. As one of the first coastal cities to open up in China, Guangdong Province was very inclusive and only here would there be more opportunities.

Of course, she also informed Zheng Shiyu.

At that time, coastal cities still had some good feelings towards compatriots from Hong Kong and Macao, believing that they had better development and a better economy.

If we are going to negotiate, it would be most appropriate to bring Zheng Shiyu with us.

The three of them boarded the plane together, and Xie Yan asked Zheng Shiyu to buy a first-class ticket.

She needs to rest well and face the next challenges.

Ma Yao, on the other hand, was an impatient young man who kept complaining to Zheng Shiyu about those customers who didn't understand the market.

Xie Yan shook her head, put on the eye mask provided by the flight attendant, and fell asleep.

While I was still dazed, I encountered severe convective weather.

At that time, some local airlines had not yet banned smoking.

The plane Xie Yan and her friends were on was of this type.

She was affected by the severe convective weather in the smoke and was about to take off her eye mask when she heard the flight attendant exclaim, "Sir, sir, are you okay?"

The little girl frowned, and saw in the bumpy ride that a middle-aged blond and blue-eyed man was falling to the ground with a painful expression, holding his chest tightly.

She unbuckled her seat belt without hesitation, walked up to the man and observed him carefully. She saw that he was having difficulty breathing and his face was covered in cold sweat. This was a typical manifestation of myocardial ischemia affecting cardiopulmonary function.

The flight attendant was still asking anxiously, but unfortunately this was a domestic flight and the flight attendant's spoken English was not very good.

Xie Yan had no choice but to kneel down and ask in fluent English: "Sir, what's troubling you? Do you have a history of angina or coronary heart disease?"

The man covered his heart and nodded.

She then asked, "Do you have your medicine with you? Or specifically, do you carry nitroglycerin?"

"Yes, I have it. It's inside a small medication bottle in the inner partment of my luggage."

Xie Yan quickly turned around and quickly dispersed the crowd that had gathered around him, including Ma Yao, Zheng Shiyu, and the two flight attendants. She said urgently, "Please step back and don't crowd around him. Let him have enough space to breathe."

Then, she turned to a flight attendant, her eyes filled with anxiety and pleading: "Beautiful sister, please help take his suitcase down. He has had a heart attack and needs to take medicine immediately."

Only then did the flight attendants wake up from their dreams. One of them looked at Xie Yan curiously, and then quickly and skillfully took down the man's suitcase.

Xie Yan unzipped the suitcase without hesitation. Another stewardess's face darkened and she reached out to stop Xie Yan's movements: "Little sister, these are the personal belongings of foreign guests. You can't rummage through them casually..."

Xie Yan raised her eyebrows and mercilessly slapped the flight attendant's hand away, her tone stern: "What time is it now? Are you still paying attention to these formalities? If he can't take the medicine in time, what if something happens on the plane? Can you afford it?"

The stewardess whose hands were slapped away turned pale and blue in the face, looking very embarrassed.

Seeing this, another flight attendant quickly stepped forward to hold her back, gently trying to persuade her, "Sister Ying, this little girl speaks excellent English. Why don't you let her help? I've just checked through the announcements, and there's no one on the plane who speaks good English, and there's no doctor either. We can't really let this foreigner get into trouble on our plane, can we?"

The flight attendant known as Sister Ying stood aside reluctantly, looking at Xie Yan with sarcasm.

Only Ma Yao was surprised at Xie Yan's spoken English, which was even more fluent than his who had studied abroad.

Zheng Shiyu grew up in Hong Kong and speaks English as his second language. He wasn't particularly impressed, but he nodded and praised her. "Girl, your English is pretty good."

Xie Yan snorted in annoyance and pulled out a bottle with a small label from the man's suitcase.

She took a look and saw that nitroglycerin was indeed among the ingredients.

"Lift him up a little," Xie Yan instructed others to lift the man up a little while injecting nitroglycerin tablets into him.

After the man swallowed the pills and rested for a few minutes, he felt much better.

At this time, the translator who had gone to the toilet came out and saw a group of people surrounding the man. He was scared to death.

"Mr. Miller, are you okay?" The interpreter walked up to the man tremblingly.

The foreign man called Miller sat steadily on the chair, nodded slightly, and looked at Xie Yan with gratitude in his eyes.

"Hello, I'm Roger Miller from the United States. Thank you for your help today. I will always remember this kindness." He spoke fluent English sincerely.

Xie Yan waved her hand gently, a faint smile on her lips, "It's just a simple favor."

After all, she has the medical knowledge passed down from her previous life in her bones, and she really can't stand idly by and watch people in need of help.

The translator beside her was very tactful. He quickly took out a bunch of American snacks and desserts from his backpack and handed them to Xie Yan respectfully.

Xie Yan has never been interested in sweets, especially American sweets.

In her opinion, those things were almost drugs. They were all made with corn syrup and she didn't dare eat them.

When the translator saw Xie Yan politely declined the snacks, a look of surprise and confusion crossed his face. At least as far as he understood, there was no way a child could refuse these snacks. However, he remained polite and handed over Roger Miller's business card instead.

Zheng Shiyu reached out to take the business card, and his fat body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ma Yao was getting anxious watching from the side and couldn't contain himself any longer, so he snatched the business card from Zheng Shiyu's hand. Unexpectedly, his hands also began to tremble, as if the business card had some magical power.

Seeing this, Xie Yan couldn't help but be stunned. Why were these two people shaking like two funny bugs? What the hell were they doing?

Before she could fully comprehend the situation, the translator spoke at the perfect moment, his tone filled with solemnity and gratitude: "Little sister, this Mr. Roger Miller is the president of Wal-Mart in China. He is deeply grateful for your help today."

After that, the translator pulled out an old-fashioned IC card from his pocket and handed it to Xie Yan with a smile. "This is a shopping card specially prepared for you by Wal-Mart. It has 10,000 yuan pre-loaded on it. All you need to do is take this card to Wal-Mart to shop and swipe it. It doesn't cost you a penny extra."

Xie Yan raised her eyebrows and understood why the two men were trembling. Isn't this their biggest customer?

Intentionally planting flowers but not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows make a shade.

Others can't even see this person no matter how hard they try, but she can get him without any effort, right?