At Tokyo Haneda Airport, a low-key Airbus A340 aircraft flew smoothly into the sky. After passing through the controlled area, it flew straight towards the southwest.

The plane took a route that was not usually very often. It would cross China and Myanmar directly, cross the Bay of Bengal and enter India, then fly directly into the Indian Ocean, and eventually land at Prince Said Ibrahim International Airport in Moroni, the capital of the Comoros League.

The total flight from Tokyo Haneda Airport to Prince Said Ibrahim International Airport is 11,300 kilometers. In order to make this trip complete, Kobayashi's secretary made twenty-five calls and paid more than 12 million yen in the name of Kobayashi's family, which made the flight possible.

A total of twelve passengers were carried on the entire plane. At the same time, the crew of Haneda Airport and Takeda Pharmaceutical worked closely together to successfully remove 80 seats on the plane within five hours and install two negative pressure isolation transfer warehouses provided by Takeda.

Kobayashi Tung was sitting on the plane with a gloomy expression. The secretary who had successfully arranged the flight after making twenty-five calls was whispering to an expert from the National Infectious Disease Research Institute.

"Leprosy is no longer the kind of disease that required mandatory isolation in the past." The expert looked like he was not young last year, at least a teenager older than Toyoko Kobayashi. "The government has also thoroughly reviewed the previous isolation policy and will not discriminate against leprosy patients now. President Kobayashi is just too worried about his son, so he is a little nervous."

"The public opinion in China does not think so." The secretary and the expert are located at a dozen rows away from Kobayashi Toyoshi. He seemed to be a little relaxed when he spoke. "Mr. Tamura, most of the people are ignorant. If they know that Takeda's future heirs have leprosy, this may cause a serious blow to the company's image - if the news of the charter flight to let Kaoru return to China is leaked, maybe some groups will come to trouble the bad society."

"That's right, it's no longer the Showa era where you can find Yakuza in trouble." Tamura shook his head, looking a little regretful about it. "Young people nowadays... are getting stupider. Now you don't even need to give a speech like the time of the Red Army... Just post two posts, a group of brainless idiots will do a bunch of stupid things."

The secretary agreed, but was thinking about something else in his heart. This flight took nearly thirteen hours to land. How to get from Comoros to the estuary of the Rufuma River 300 kilometers away, and successfully boarded the medical ship Daishan Island in China, and finally transferred Kobayashi from the ship... These tasks still need to be arranged by the secretary.

"Mr. President, it has been eight hours since the last time I contacted Dr. Sun." The secretary stood up, walked through the rows of empty seats, and whispered beside Tung Kobayashi, "You should probably contact Dr. Sun."

"No need." Kobayashi said gloomy as if he was soaked, "What's the use of contacting him now? Can he diagnose Kaoru with other diseases?"

"This is not Dr. Sun's fault. No one made a mistake in this matter." The secretary still advised in a calm tone. "Xun's usual job requires him to go abroad frequently, and he may have been exposed to this bacteria in some places abroad. This is an unfortunate accident, but no one needs to be responsible for it."

Kobayashi Tung seemed to want to say something more, but the secretary immediately interrupted him with a different strong style from the past, "President, you are in a state that is not calm enough. Any decision you make in this state must be stupid and wrong. Please think twice!"

Kobayashi Tung glanced at his secretary Matsumoto. This guy from Niqi had worked diligently by his side for more than forty years. And in these forty years, he had spoken like this for only a few times.

"Heavenly ambition..." Kobayashi Teng sighed, rubbed his eyes up and down with his hands, then lowered his hands and sighed softly, "You are already fifty-seven years old, are you old too."

"If necessary, I can dye my hair all my hair golden." Matsumoto said with a very serious attitude. "Person Consul Hamada, the Consulate in Shanghai, told me that I wanted to talk about Mancai after retirement. I think this idea is pretty good."

"You have already started thinking about your life after retirement? It's pretty good." Kobayashi Tung shrank a little further into his seat. "I want to retire too." He paused and suddenly said, "If you form a group with Hamada to talk about Mancai, the group name is downtown."

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"No, the phone is off." Kobayashi Kaoru took his satellite phone and tried it repeatedly for several times but failed to get through his father's phone. "I'll call Secretary Matsumoto to ask."

"Is there something urgent?" Sun Lien also tried to comfort Kobayashi Huon, and also made his own suggestions. "I feel that your father's secretary should be a very reliable person. Maybe he will call the phone later."

"Mr. Matsumoto... should be quite reliable." Kobayashi Kaoru put down the phone and smiled bitterly, "If he doesn't plan to pretend to be stupid, it's generally very reliable."

Sun Lien didn't understand this meaning very much, but he didn't continue to delve into it. The situation in Kobayashi's side was basically stable, and he couldn't control the rest. He had a patient who wanted to go see him.

The marathon athlete Mang Teng, who had rhabdomyolysis and hypoglycemia encephalopathy, is still receiving treatment on Daishan Island.

"How do you feel now? Are you getting better?" Sun Lien saw the young marathon runner in the general ward. He looked a little thinner than before, and his face was not very good.

Mang Teng could speak English. He looked at Sun Lien and replied in a weak tone, "I'm fine, doctor, I'm fine."

If it was just rhabdomyolysis, after more than ten days of continuous treatment, Mang Teng should have basically recovered. Why is he still in this state now? Sun Lien frowned and glanced at Mang Teng's status bar. The results of the status bar are basically normal, and the only new state is "sad".

"You don't look very good." Sun Lien said to Mangteng, "Are you worried about your future competition? Don't worry, as long as you actively treat it, you can still participate..."

"No, doctor. It's not because of that." Mang Teng looked at Sun Lien with his godless eyes. After he stared at Sun Lien for a few seconds, tears suddenly burst out from his eyes, "It's my mother...my mother was killed."
Chapter completed!