Thud, thud, thud, accompanied by a nurse, she ran back to the first class from the economy class, grabbed a spare oxygen mask and oxygen bag and ran back to the economy class. Watching the nurse run back and forth, it seemed the patient's condition in the economy class was serious. Shang Siling's heart was once again in suspense, not worried about her husband's health, but a bit concerned that the plane might need to land midway.
"Trust Yingying." Feeling a bit more comfortable, Xiao Shugang appeared more and more confident and steady.
Shang Siling tightly held her husband's hand.
"Is the plane going to land? Didn't they say she's not a doctor and can't treat people?" The passengers in the economy class, seeing the nurse coming with the oxygen bag, were eager to express their opinions.
Each one was afraid that the medical student would mess up.
Lu Xin brought the oxygen bag to the patient, and Xie Wanying gestured with her hand, saying, "She doesn't need the oxygen for now."
