It was less than five hours after Zuo Cidian received the call and the flight time was only a little more than three hours after the slightly old falcon landed in Bangkok airport.
Lu Wenbin could not even bear to sleep. He patted and patted all the way and even made his own sandwiches in the small bar counter of his private plane.
When he got off the plane, Lu Wenbin looked at the smooth-skinned air stewardess and sighed with emotion. “A real man should be like this, a real man should be like this!”
“A real man should take a private plane every day and perform surgeries across the country. In the end, he’ll get jet lag syndrome, right?”Zuo Cidian was old. Even if he took a private plane, he could not be as energetic as Lu Wenbin, who worked out all year round, he even scoffed at the ambitions of young people.
Lu Wenbin only snorted and said, “It’s better than getting economy class syndrome, right?”