Legendary Captain

Although Han Qi isn't a professional doctor, he hasn't wasted his decades of life. Besides his professional expertise, he also has a broad perspective.

At this point, there was no time to worry about manual flight. The priority was to quickly engage autopilot; saving lives was the most important thing.

All signs indicate that the co-pilot is suffering from hyperventilation syndrome. Perhaps the pressure I put on him earlier caused immense anxiety, leading him to unconsciously accelerate his breathing. This resulted in the rapid expulsion of carbon dioxide from his body, triggering alkali poisoning.

However, the symptoms of hyperventilation vary in severity. Milder symptoms include difficulty breathing, rapid heartbeat, chest tightness, and dizziness. More severe symptoms, like those experienced by the passenger in front of us, include numbness in the limbs and convulsions.

Han Qi quickly tore open a cleaning bag and handed it to the passenger: "Put the opening of the bag over your mouth and nose, and seal it tightly."

This is a very common repetitive breathing therapy that increases the concentration of carbon dioxide in the inhaled air, thereby alleviating the symptoms of alkali poisoning.

However, the passenger's hands were completely numb and he couldn't muster any strength. He didn't take the cleaning bag Han Qi offered.

Because the central control panel separates the captain and co-pilot, Han Qi would have difficulty reaching the co-pilot's side even if he got up. This made it very difficult for him to help the co-pilot.

In that short time, cold sweat poured down the co-pilot's temples, indicating that time was of the essence.

At the front of the cabin, in the flight attendant's seats, the chief flight attendant and flight attendant number three were chatting when the call bell rang.

"Do you have any plastic bags in your cabin? Any sealed bags will do. Please bring them in quickly," Han Qi's voice came through the phone.

"Plastic bags?" The flight attendant was taken aback. Was the cockpit out of space for trash? Did they need bags? But judging from Han Qi's tone, he seemed quite anxious.

The flight attendant recalled briefly: "When the in-flight catering department delivered the meals this morning, they were in plastic bags, so they shouldn't have been thrown away yet. I'll check, and if I find them, I'll bring them in right away."

After hanging up the phone, Han Qi pulled out the seat, grabbed a cleaning bag, left his seat, went behind the passenger seat, tore open the cleaning bag, and covered the passenger's mouth and nose.

Shortly after, a signal came from the cabin, the rhythmic frequency of which was a coded request to open the door.

Han Qi held the cleaning bag in one hand, continuing to keep the co-pilot breathing. With his other hand, he opened the cockpit door, allowing the flight attendant to enter.

The flight attendant was stunned by what she saw as soon as she entered the cockpit with a plastic bag in her hand.

The captain covered the co-pilot's mouth and nose with a cleaning bag, and the co-pilot's breathing became rapid, as if he was about to suffocate.

Almost instantly, the flight attendant began frantically conjuring up images in her mind, but these images were all of a murder scene. It's not that the flight attendant had a vivid imagination; given the circumstances, it was impossible not to make some connections.

"Where's the bag?"

Before the flight attendant could even process what was happening, Han Qi turned around and asked about the plastic bag.

The flight attendant mechanically took out a plastic bag, but Han Qi grabbed it and put it over the co-pilot's head.

The flight attendant was genuinely startled when Han Qi put the plastic bag over the co-pilot's head. However, she soon noticed that the co-pilot, whose breathing rate had been extremely high, gradually calmed down. His breathing rate and depth slowly returned to normal.

"This is... hyperventilation?" After the initial shock, the flight attendant, who was quite experienced, quickly figured out what had happened.

Seeing that the passenger was gradually recovering, Han Qi released his hand from the opening of the plastic bag, letting the passenger decide how tight the bag was.

The matter was more or less resolved. Han Qi returned to his seat, let out a long sigh of relief, and said to the flight attendant, "Make an announcement to see if anyone has a valid flying license. If so, have them replace the co-pilot. Is anyone in first class today?"

"There's no one in first class," the chief flight attendant replied.

Han Qi pointed to the co-pilot: "Call the safety officer over and move him to first class. We're preparing to make an emergency landing in Qianyang."

At this moment, the co-pilot regained some consciousness and said weakly, "Instructor, I'm alright."

"Nothing wrong?" Han Qi sneered, "Your limbs are cramping and you're saying you're fine! Get out! You're not worthy to be in the same cockpit as me."

The passenger's behavior just now clearly showed severe symptoms of hyperventilation. Severe hyperventilation can even lead to congestive heart failure. No matter how angry he was with the passenger, he couldn't risk his life!

However, Han Qi was truly furious. It was simply unbelievable that such a small amount of pressure could trigger hyperventilation syndrome in a professional pilot.

With that kind of mentality, he doesn't even qualify someone as a proper pilot. Given his temperament, this kind of person should be a lifelong co-pilot; he completely fails to meet the requirements of a captain.

However, when Han Qi saw how weak the passenger looked, his heart softened, and he gave up the idea of ​​pursuing the matter further.

Thanks to the efforts of the safety officer, the co-pilot was removed from the cockpit and placed in the first-class cabin.

Han Qi looked at the empty right seat and felt a surge of utter absurdity.

Is this their co-pilot for Kunlong Airlines?

What's the difference between them and a good-for-nothing?

Now that the co-pilot is incapacitated, he has decided to make an emergency landing in Qianyang and needs to contact air traffic control. At this moment, the air traffic control area where the aircraft is located, Rongfu, is contacting him: "Rongfu Air Traffic Control, Kunlong 9543..."

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Even though the plane was constantly rocking, Xu Xian was still a great sleeper. After only a short while, his consciousness began to fade.

However, the half-awake state did not last long before I was awakened by the continuous announcements from passengers.

Passengers with valid flying licenses, please contact the flight attendants immediately! Passengers with valid flying licenses, please contact the flight attendants immediately!

Xu Xian had just woken up, and the drowsiness he felt was gradually washed away. Rubbing his dry eyes, Xu Xian's sluggish brain finally grasped the key point of the matter.

He looks like a passenger with a valid flying license!