Irish glanced at the spot he had just touched and found that it was indeed the button controlling the Fuel Exchange Valve.
He examined the fuel status more carefully, then gave a slight nod. "It's about time to switch anyway. If I hadn't happened to touch it, I almost would've forgotten—good luck. Leave it like this for now, and remember to turn it off later."
"...Is that so?" Jiang Xia thought for a moment. "You're the professional, so I'll take your word for it."
When they lifted the co-pilot again, they carefully kept their balance and did not bump into anything they should not have.
Soon, the three semi-conscious pilots were carried to first class one after another and laid out in a row.
Fortunately, Oxygen Masks were the one thing the plane had no shortage of. Hashimoto Maya pulled masks down from overhead and put them on each of the pilots. Before long, the three pilots' conditions gradually stabilized.
Hashimoto Maya examined them again.
Then he carefully washed his hands and wiped clean every place that had touched the pilots before telling the anxious onlookers, "They're in fairly good condition. Luckily, they don't have the habit of licking their fingers after eating snacks—the poison first got from Maki Juri's nose to her fingers, then from her fingers to the pilots' fingers, and finally from their fingers onto the snacks, entering their bodies with the food.
"After passing through so many times, the dose is already minuscule. As long as they're sent to the hospital immediately after we land safely, it shouldn't be a major problem. If we're lucky, once we reach our destination and cruise in the air for a little while, they might be able to take over the plane."
As he spoke, Hashimoto Maya looked at the