On the plane, as Qi Jingtao was walking back to his seat after using the restroom, a sharp pain pierced his chest once again. His heart began to hammer at a rate it hadn't reached in centuries.
"Sir!" A flight attendant caught him. "You don't look well at all. Do you need assistance?"
"No, cough—cough, cough—" Qi Jingtao’s legs gave way, and he stumbled to his knees.
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