"So if Captain Fu intends to return to pilot planes, the Aviation Administration will need to do some checks to ascertain if you have the right to return."
"Go ahead."
Zheng Peidong raised his hand and the staff behind him handed him a tablet. A cursory glance showed a number of questions on it.
"Does Captain Fu remember, what is the number of hours before flight in Dongchuan Airline's requirement for pilots to not drink alcohol?"
Fu Nanli played with Wen Qiao's fingers. She felt that this pose wasn't serious enough in such a significant situation, and tried to draw her hand out. However, she couldn't do it and could only leave him be.
"It was eight hours in the past, but two years ago, it was changed to 12 hours."
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. This amnesia was really intriguing. Somehow, he only forgot about interpersonal relationships but his knowledge was all intact.
"How many hours of training is required to become a captain in a civil airline?"
"250 hours of training in the aviation academy, and 2700 hours of training as a co-pilot."
Fu Nanli frowned slightly. "Director Zheng, are you being serious? Why are you asking questions that even ordinary people know?"
Wen Qiao was speechless.
Should ordinary people know about these things? She certainly didn't…
Hearing this, Director Zheng quickly tried to salvage his diminishing pride, "Can Captain Fu explain what Mach number is?"
"It is a parameter for high-velocity current. The Mach number we usually refer to is the plane's flying speed relative to the speed of sound in the area's atmosphere. Mach 1.6 means that the plane's speed is 1.6 times the speed of sound in the area."
As the questions he fired off were responded to with apparent ease, Director Zheng continued to see slight impatience in Fu Nanli's eyes to these trifling questions. Sweating profusely, he commented, "Captain Fu's theoretical knowledge is still very strong. Next we'll be testing your physical capabilities."
His hand was big, wide and warm, with light calluses. His gentle caress caused Wen Qiao to feel parched and unsettled.
"We'll be doing a test on your endurance toward low temperatures as well as a test on your lung capacity. Captain Fu, please follow me to the washroom."
The washroom in the VIP ward was very spacious. Zheng Peidong held a timer and a refrigeration machine, as he stood by the washroom's door.
Fu Nanli flipped up the thin blanket on him and temporarily let go of Wen Qiao's hand. Wen Qiao felt as if she had been relieved of a heavy burden and was just about to let out a sigh in relief.
However, the man said, "Come in together with me."
Wen Qiao stuttered, "H-Huh? Why… Why do I need to go in?"
The staff behind her handed her a swimming cap. "To prevent Captain Fu's head from getting wet, please help him put on the swimming cap."
Wen Qiao didn't take it but said softly, "You can just give it to him directly."
Fu Nanli's longer and slender fingers with distinct joints knocked two times on the washroom's glass door. "Why aren't you coming?"
What could she do? She was Captain Fu's girlfriend after all. There were so many pairs of eyes staring at her.
At the washroom door, she was shaded by the man's tall figure and felt an overwhelming aura from him. He was too tall, being 1.88 centimeters in height. To put on the swimming cap for him, she'd have to stand on her toes and reach up.
As his hair was draping down messily across his forehead, she had to reach her hand out to push them to the back. Her fingertips inevitably touched his forehead and his skin lightly.
Gasp. Wen Qiao felt as if she had been electrocuted.
The man had one hand against the glass door, the other on her waist. It was an instinctive feeling of wanting to get close to her physically.
Wen Qiao's face flushed up and she looked up at him, almost blurting out 'what are you doing?'. Then, she recalled that they were a couple. That's right, a couple. It was completely normal for the boyfriend to put his hand on his girlfriend's waist. If she were to ask the question, she'd be exposed.
So she could only continue to put on the swimming cap for him.
In Fu Nanli's eyes, a light pink color had appeared on the girl's porcelain skin. It was a beautiful pink, and her peach blossom eyes seemed dewy, even her gaze seemed moist and becoming. The tip of her nose was sharp and her lips were the color of rose. She had a long and slender neck, as well as exquisite collarbones.
After a longer moment, his throat rolled and he turned his gaze away, not continuing to look at her.