Yiyoung returned to her seat, and as if he had been waiting for her for a long time, Muyeol asked impatiently, “Where have you been? Is something making you uncomfortable?”

“No, nothing. I just saw a woman, and she didn’t look so well…”

Though Yiyoung was on a break now, she was still a doctor who’d worked in the ER. And if she was concerned about someone’s health…

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 wouldn’t 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.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the purser addressed Yiyoung, “We need your help.”

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, “She kept saying she was feeling stuffy inside. She was walking around when she suddenly collapsed.”

Yiyoung swiftly lowered her head and examined the woman’s 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.

“Please massage her hands and feet,” Muyeol told the man.

The people standing behind them were murmuring, but Yiyoung couldn’t 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 man’s 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. “Can you hear me? I’m Yoon Yiyoung, and I’m a doctor from Korea. You just had a cardiac arrest.”

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 patient’s body was relying on Yiyoung, too.

“We need to conduct more thorough tests to find out exactly what happened, but you need to trust me now.”

“Yes… yes…” the woman whimpered.

“I’m traveling to Istanbul for the first time, and I heard it’s 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.”

“Yes…”

It was Muyeol’s first time watching Yiyoung treat a patient. It awed him, his heart feeling like it was stirred up by a hot whirlwind. Perhaps Yiyoung’s nosy personality was actually God’s gift to her, Muyeol thought then. She could have dismissed the signs as something insignificant, but because she didn’t, she could identify the patient’s condition. Without any hesitation, she’d revealed her skills to others and allowed them to seek help.