Chapter 3 Korean Beauty

See the man back, first-class passengers know that this man saved them, thanks and praise, but the man was expressionless, did not look back, so back to their position.

The cabin was already lit. The girl next to her took off her hat and eyes and looked at the man with twinkling eyes.

One girl, taking off her sunglasses and hat, was greeted with gasps.

Only after seeing this kind of girl, can you know what is the extreme -- and is the extreme of the extreme, she belongs to the kind of men self-abasement, dare not approach the extreme goddess, only in the dream dare to get along with it.

A pointed awl face, which looked as if it were only slightly larger than a man's hand, like someone stepping down from the most standard caricature of beauty; Skin light snow, eyes still like a hong water, floating soft long perm side on the shoulder, hot beautiful and clear arc show the girl face delicate, a few strands of purple highlights at the end of the hair more fashion.

She wore a loose knit cardigan with a light gray letter-loose T-shirt and dark skinny jeans. Chic and casual, her high heeled black boots added a touch of queen.

It looks like a Korean goddess.

The girl opened her mouth and just wanted to talk. She fell to the ground with a thud. She suddenly exclaimed that it was an old man who suddenly became ill because of the turbulence.

A few know first aid stewardess squat check for a while, suddenly big surprise: "asthma, we have someone is a physician?"

People around each other looked at each other, no one said, after all, one can fly a plane has been a hundred years, then go to find another physician for her.

Suddenly, the thin man with golden eyes stood up, raised his hand and shouted, "I'm from the proctology department, do you think it's OK?"

Everyone looked at him contemptuously, but no one caught him.

"I will..."

It was the same cold sound that sent them all plunging through the ice, the second time they had heard it...

The girl stared at the man next to her in disbelief.

As soon as the man sat down, he stood up again and walked over to the old man.

He walked up to look at it and asked coldly, "Find me a scalpel, tweezers, and a bronchial tube."

Stewardess and passengers are surprised, this man is not going to do medical surgery in the cabin?

Startled, the old man's face became more and more ugly, life and death, they dare not neglect, hurriedly went to look for things.

Fortunately, the plane was full of emergency supplies, and soon found what the man wanted.

A stewardess asked, "Sir... You're not here to operate on his bronchus, are you?"

The man looked up at the stewardess who was talking. She had white skin, slim legs, graceful figure, not exaggerated, but also exquisite and tight, only wearing light makeup. Her delicate features looked like ink painting, delicate and with classical elegance, and her long black hair was slightly curled at the end. Wearing two silver earrings on the pendant temperament like a class out of the European and American famous models, the difference is only slightly smaller

"His trachea is infected, has swollen, do not do bronchus, 2 minutes to suffocate, are you responsible?"

The delicate stewardess was frightened to tears by the man's cold words and red eyes. The tearful little voice said, "I'm just asking."

"Come and help me," the man said, ignoring her.

The effeminate stewardess crouched down beside the man in fear.