Chapter 2
“Kyaaaa! Seungmin!”
Flash!
Daeho and Seungmin’s father both flinched.
It was only for an instant.
Reflexively, Daeho spun around and sprinted toward the restroom.
Bang!
“Seungmin’s mom! Stay right there! Don’t move!”
At the same time, Seungmin’s father moved in the opposite direction.
“Here! Steward! Steward!”
The sudden commotion woke people, who began looking around in confusion.
“What’s happening all of a sudden?”
“What’s with that scream?”
“Who’s Seungmin?”
Everyone was bewildered, trying to understand the situation.
Meanwhile, Daeho had already reached the restroom.
Tap!
“Seungmin!”
He immediately looked for the boy.
Seungmin was limp in his mother’s arms.
“Gurgle… gurgle…”
His eyes were rolled back, and foam kept coming from his mouth.
Seungmin’s mother didn’t know what to do and wailed.
“Seungmin! Someone help! My child, my child!”
“Ma’am, please stay calm. I’m a doctor.”
“Wh-what? Doctor? Our Seungmin… he’s… please save him!”
“I need to examine Seungmin first. Give him to me.”
Snap!
Ignoring protests, Daeho took Seungmin from his mother’s arms.
There was no time to negotiate.
He laid Seungmin down in the open space near the emergency exit.
“Seungmin, it’s hyung. Can you hear me?”
Tap, tap.
Daeho checked Seungmin’s consciousness by tapping his cheeks.
Nearby passengers’ eyes widened as they hurriedly stepped back from their seats.
“What’s happening?!”
“Step back! The child’s sick!”
“Move! Don’t get in the way!”
Click!
Every adult instantly gave space.
They didn’t know this child, yet they moved willingly.
Daeho didn’t have a moment to thank them.
Seungmin’s condition worsened.
Gurgle… gurgle…
Snap, snap.
Daeho loosened the boy’s clothes to help him breathe.
“Breathe, Seungmin. Breathe!”
He shouted to emphasize it.
He reached out instinctively. But there was nothing to grab.
They were on a plane.
The medical tools he always carried weren’t around.
‘Damn, my pouch…’
He had specially requested a medical kit to be brought onboard, stored in the overhead compartment.
He remembered it but didn’t have time to get it.
Seungmin’s condition was deteriorating rapidly.
Then his breathing changed again.
“Hiss… gag… ugh.”
Irregular, restricted breathing.
The boy had become a critical emergency.
The flight attendants arrived, startled by the sudden emergency.
“What should we do?”
“So…?”
They had safety training, but this was different.
Daeho called out urgently,
“Please help here!”
“What should we do?”
“Get the emergency kit and loosen his clothes! Quickly!”
His voice was strong but calm despite the crisis.
The attendants paused, then cautiously asked,
“Are you a doctor?”
“Yeah, he’s a doctor!”
Pat, pat!
Seungmin’s father rushed through the crowd, followed by more attendants.
“That’s Dr. Johns Hopkins!”
“Yes!”
Relief spread across their faces.
Johns Hopkins—the world’s top hospital, renowned globally.
It was lucky that a plane from Washington had a doctor onboard.
The flight attendants quickly regained composure.
“Get the emergency kit, fast!”
“Notify the captain!”
“I’ll help with his pants!”
Rustle.
The attendants moved quickly. Daeho used their efforts efficiently.
“Loosen his pants!”
“Doing it!”
“Someone get water! Any water to rinse his mouth!”
“I’ll do it!”
Snap!
The attendant ran to the galley and returned with a bottle of water.
