After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person

Chen Yu paid no attention, and instead pressed quickly with his fingers.

Seeing his actions, a flight attendant hurriedly stepped forward to pull Chen Yu away.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly coughed twice, and a black blood clot the size of a quail egg was directly spat out of his mouth.

The old man, whose life had been hanging by a thread, slowly began to recover, and his pale complexion improved, starting to regain some color.

"Sir, you should have your emergency heart-saving pills with you, take six immediately, don't hold them under your tongue, just swallow them down."

The old man nodded repeatedly, quickly taking the pills out of his bag and popping them into his mouth.

"Young man, I can't thank you enough, otherwise I fear I might have..."

Before he could finish, a piercing pain suddenly spread from his heart.

Chen Yu quickly steadied his body, gently pushing on his waist with the palm of his hand.

A cracking sound was heard, and the pain on the old man's face vanished entirely.

It seemed that the broken rib had just been set back in place.

"A miracle doctor!"

A voice suddenly rang out, "I've seen this method of treating before, it seems to use the impact force created when a rib breaks to expel the stagnated blood stuck at the heart."

With this explanation, the people who had been accusing Chen Yu of reckless behavior immediately had an epiphany.

The flight attendant also cast an apologetic glance.

Chen Yu didn't say much, he simply asked a nearby attendant for paper and pen, wrote down a prescription, and handed it to the old man.

"After you get back, follow this prescription for seven days, and your heart attack symptoms should ease."

The old man nodded again and again, "Thank you so much!"

After giving some additional instructions, Chen Yu returned to his seat, as if what had just happened was nothing out of the ordinary to him.

But now, the other passengers on the plane were all abuzz; a few tried to approach Chen Yu, hoping he would treat them.

The flight attendant next to him saw Chen Yu's helplessness and promptly stepped forward to keep order.

After all, this was on a plane, and even if someone needed medical attention, it needed to be somewhere other than here.

[Congratulations to the host for completing a day's business; today's net profit is 10,325,520 yuan, gaining 10,325,520 points. The current total accumulated points are 31,766,600.]

Chen Yu was not too surprised; after all, he practically gave his services away for free in the latter part of the day, so earning over ten million was already pretty good.

In the wee hours of the next day, 3 AM to be precise, Chen Yu arrived at Sumter Airport.

The passengers he was with had mostly changed planes halfway and only he had arrived here.

After all, no one would go to a city within the Arctic Circle for no reason.

The airport wasn't very big, and the surrounding buildings and facilities were even sparser, looking like a wasteland from afar.

The only place open was a fried chicken shop.

Chen Yu touched his stomach; after more than seven hours of ordeal on the plane, he was indeed hungry, and having some fried chicken seemed like a good idea.

But just as he walked into the fried chicken shop, he saw a dozen tall men sitting around two round tables.

On the tables in front of them were a large amount of automatic weapons, and there was a tense atmosphere loaded with hostility between the two groups.

Seeing Chen Yu come in, surprise showed on their faces simultaneously.

But Chen Yu didn't pay them any attention, simply walking to the counter by himself.

"Give me ten of your signature fried chickens, please!"

The clerk, already terrified by the dozen or so large men sitting in the hall, stood there, nervous and unsure of what to do.

Chen Yu knocked on the counter subconsciously, "Can you understand what I am saying?"

He had already switched to the local language, and language proficiency was a system-provided skill. No matter which language he spoke, it was supposed to be very authentic. The other party could not possibly misunderstand.

Only then did the clerk react, "I'm sorry, sir, I think you should find another place to eat…"

Chen Yu frowned slightly, "At this late hour, only your place is open. Where else can I go? Hurry up and prepare ten fried chickens for me and I'll be on my way."

After that, Chen Yu directly turned around, found a table for one, and sat down, ignoring the dozen or so strong men sitting across from him.

Less than five minutes later, the clerk had fried up five chickens and brought them over.

Chen Yu didn't care about anything else and just grabbed a chicken and started eating.

Seeing Chen Yu like this, the strong men decided not to pay him any more attention.

One of them suddenly slapped the table.

"The goods that arrived here earlier, besides you guys, who else has the ability to take them away in this place?"

"It's best you hand over the stuff, otherwise none of you will leave here alive."

As one person spoke up, the rest stood up, and the weapons that had been laid out on the tables were now picked up by them.

Chen Yu continued eating his fried chicken, seemingly unconcerned, and gestured to the clerk for something.

"Do you have anything to drink? Anything will do!"

The clerk couldn't help but swallow nervously and quickly poured two cups of cola and brought them over.

But after putting down the cola, she pulled up a chair from the side and sat behind Chen Yu.

Perhaps only by sitting there could the clerk feel a hint of safety.

Just then, a rhythmical series of footsteps came from the entrance, followed by the figure of a strikingly dressed woman in a red robe walking in slowly.

Chen Yu was startled. The person walking in turned out to be Jin Lingsu.

"Chen Yu, it really is you! Suzhou City said they were sending a Portrait Artist over, and I guessed it must be you."

Chen Yu raised an eyebrow, "So you're here on a mission as well?"

Jin Lingsu nodded, "Is that not allowed? As a woman, I don't want to drift around forever. I need to find some support."

Chen Yu shrugged his shoulders and didn't say much else, just handed over a piece of fried chicken.

At this moment, the dozen or so strong men next to them were already arguing noisily, and it seemed like a fight was about to break out,

but Chen Yu's corner seemed like another world compared to theirs.

He and Jin Lingsu were old acquaintances; it wasn't easy to meet up here, and they had to catch up on a few things.

"So noisy!"

Jin Lingsu suddenly put down the fried chicken, "How can you eat with all this noise?"

Chen Yu looked at the strong men disdainfully, "They make their noise, I eat my food, the two don't relate."

Jin Lingsu wiped her hands, then drew two spikes from her thigh-high boots.

"I don't have your patience."

No sooner had she spoken, than she began to swing the spikes in her hands, instantly killing two of the strong men.

The others were stunned for a moment, almost simultaneously pointing their weapons at Jin Lingsu.

But in Jin Lingsu's eyes, they were too slow.

With a quick twirl of the spikes in her hands, half of the men were impaled through their throats, and the other half had their tendons sliced, screaming in agony.