Yiyoung returned to her seat, and as if he had been waiting for her for a long time, Muyeol asked impatiently, âWhere have you been? Is something making you uncomfortable?â
âNo, nothing. I just saw a woman, and she didnât look so wellâ¦â
Though Yiyoung was on a break now, she was still a doctor whoâd worked in the ER. And if she was concerned about someoneâs healthâ¦
Muyeol looked around fleetingly, hoping that no one would get hurt. Saving a patient with limited equipment in the worst place possible was risky for Yiyoung. And the world did not always pay compliments for a good deed. There were cases where Samaritans volunteering to save people in emergencies ended up getting sued. And there was no guarantee that Yiyoung wouldnât experience the same⦠But Muyeol also knew that Shitty Yoon would never listen to him if he tried to stop her from acting during the emergency.
From that point onward, Muyeol found himself unable to focus, his attention instead constantly on the flight attendant Yiyoung had spoken to. Whenever the attendant drew closer to their seats, Muyeol would be on the alert to listen to whatever she had to say.
Fortunately, the time passed by peacefully. There was only one hour left until landing, and Muyeol slowly calmed down, not feeling anxious anymore. It had been his first time being so nervous on a flight.
Just when Muyeol was about to press the call button to ask for a cup of coffee so he could relax, the purser rapidly walked toward them.
âIâm sorry, maâam,â the purser addressed Yiyoung, âWe need your help.â
Without an ounce of hesitation, Yiyoung removed her seatbelt and stood up. As the purser led the way for Yiyoung, Muyeol followed after them.
The woman from before was lying down in a large space at the end of the flight. The purser explained the situation, âShe kept saying she was feeling stuffy inside. She was walking around when she suddenly collapsed.â
Yiyoung swiftly lowered her head and examined the womanâs pulse. She instantly began performing CPR, focusing entirely on the patient.
Muyeol sat down next to the patient and helped Yiyoung. He saw a man grabbing his hair and howling in great distress; it seemed like the man was related to the woman.
âPlease massage her hands and feet,â Muyeol told the man.
The people standing behind them were murmuring, but Yiyoung couldnât pay attention to any of that. Her only focus was the patient. Soon, the back of her T-shirt turned wet, a sheen of sweat visible on her forehead, too.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes⦠The time kept flowing, and the manâs cries grew louder. But Yiyoung did not give up. And finally, finally the woman let out a gasp. Yiyoung checked on her condition again and noticed that her pulse was back to normal, but knew it was too soon to relax. The woman needed to endure and maintain her current condition until the plane landed.
The woman regained consciousness and jerked up, startled by the situation. But Yiyoung pressed her body down with her own. âCan you hear me? Iâm Yoon Yiyoung, and Iâm a doctor from Korea. You just had a cardiac arrest.â
Muyeol stared at Yiyoung as the woman clung to her hand as if it were her lifeline. The man who was crying as he massaged the patientâs body was relying on Yiyoung, too.
âWe need to conduct more thorough tests to find out exactly what happened, but you need to trust me now.â
âYes⦠yesâ¦â the woman whimpered.
âIâm traveling to Istanbul for the first time, and I heard itâs a great place. I have high expectations from it. So please trust me and follow my instructions, then we can all go to Istanbul together.â
âYesâ¦â
It was Muyeolâs first time watching Yiyoung treat a patient. It awed him, his heart feeling like it was stirred up by a hot whirlwind. Perhaps Yiyoungâs nosy personality was actually Godâs gift to her, Muyeol thought then. She could have dismissed the signs as something insignificant, but because she didnât, she could identify the patientâs condition. Without any hesitation, sheâd revealed her skills to others and allowed them to seek help.