341 Reading books gives you more experience! 341

'This is... anxiety and confusion? And pain?'

Jong-seok, who frowned at the strong feeling of energy, lifted himself up.

Jong-seok, who raised himself, looked around. I felt anxiety and pain, but I didn't know exactly where I felt it.

'Is it because you didn't sleep?'

Getting experience through a book of experience wasn't something you could write right away.

Although I have experience primarily through the experience book, if I want to use it properly, I have to feel it through my dream to know the sense of it.

But the feelings in the energy I feel now were very desperate.

So I didn't have time to sleep.

Jong-seok looked around to find out where he felt this feeling.

The stewardess, who felt the ideal type for such a stone, approached me.

"What can I do for you?"

When the stewardess said, Jong-seok looked around and said,

"Are there any patients on board?"

"Patients? Do you need medical attention?"

Jong-seok shook his head when the stewardess talked about medical services because he thought he was sick.

"Not me..."

'What should I say?'

I don't think I'm sick. I think someone is sick on the plane.

How did you know that?

I couldn't answer this question. Through the energy of life, I can feel that someone is very sick right now.

It was an unbelievable story if you were not a writer of experience book. Jong-seok, who was there for a while, nodded.

"I'd like to walk for a while. Is that okay?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, can I get you some medicine or water?"

"It's all right."

Then Jong-seok came out into the hallway and smiled slightly at the stewardess.

Then the stewardess opened up a little to the side and said,

"If you need any help, feel free to call me."

Jong-seok, who nodded to the stewardess, passed her and began to focus on life and death.

Argh!

As Jong-seok focused on the natural energy, my senses began to get stronger.

Then I began to feel the feelings and energy of the people around me.

This was an unusual sense. I can feel the senses and feelings of the people behind me.

But it was also an uncomfortable feeling. I can feel the sense of people around me at once.

Jong-seok, who felt a moment of confusion in the first situation, focused his mind.

Then the energy that felt chaotic began to feel a little bit orderly.

'Comfortable...'

"Worried... No, nervousness?'

"Happiness..."

"Expectations..."

Jong-seok suddenly stopped walking while reading the feeling of emotion felt by people.

I saw a black lady sitting in the seat. Then he looked ahead again and kicked his tongue inside.

She felt a strong sense of frustration and discomfort when she passed the black lady.

She had an upset stomach when I saw him.

It's not going to take long.

It's important to find someone who gives off a painful sensation, but the black lady here is also painful.

Jong-seok opened his mouth to a black woman.

"Hello"

When the black lady looked at him, Jong-seok looked at her and said,

"I'm a doctor."

"Doctor?"

"You don't feel well, do you? I'd like to burp or something, but I can't.

A black lady nodded at Jong-seok's sudden remark while looking at him.

"Yes"

"Can I have your hand for a moment?"

When the black lady hesitated for a moment and gave him her hand, Jong-seok held his hand and pressed some places between his elbow and his fingers.

I pressed her blood a few more times, and she burped.

"Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

Jong-seok shook his palm slightly at the sound of a cool burp.

Argh!

The force emitted from the hand of the stalactite enveloped the trim air and dispersed as it soared.

Jong-seok slipped to the side and covered the black lady from the crowd.

You might be embarrassed to see people looking at you.

"How are you?"

The lady covered her mouth with laughter at Jong-seok's words.

"I feel better inside. Thank you."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the African-American lady who smiled and thanked her, moved forward again.

Argh! Argh!

Looking at the complex flow and feeling of people, Jong-seok focused on anxiety, confusion, and pain.

I think this is the right direction.'

Jong-seok tilted his head while looking around for a sense he felt.

I had a sense of life, but I couldn't see a patient in pain.

In addition, it was difficult to concentrate repeatedly on entering and disappearing with other emotions.

It's like I'm looking for a radio frequency in a place where the radio doesn't work.

Before I knew it, Jong-seok, who had reached the tail of the plane, looked back.

'Where are you?'

What was clear was that there was still a feeling of fear and pain.

Jong-seok saw the plane with serious eyes. When Jong-seok was watching the plane, the stewardess approached. It was a stewardess who asked if Jong-seok needed anything.

"Is there a problem?"

When asked by the stewardess, Jong-seok thought for a moment and saw her.

"It would be faster for the stewardess to find than I would find."

If the stewardesses, whose job is to keep an eye on the passengers, move together, they'll find sick patients faster.

Jong-seok, who had such thoughts, looked at her and said,

"I am a doctor from Korea."

The stewardess smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"I saw you helping a woman earlier. He was very surprised. I just held his hand, and it made him feel better."

"A little bit to me."

Jong-seok, who stopped talking for a while, opened his mouth.

"I have the ability."

"Capacity?"

"It's the ability to recognize some kind of sick person."

Then Jong-seok spoke quietly.

"That's why I found out that the sick person was sick and treated him."

"I see."

There was no faith or such in the face of the talking stewardess. I just listened to Jong-seok.

Well, how many people would believe someone who's never heard of this?

What do you mean ability?

Jong-seok reached out his hand to him.

"Why don't you put your hand on my palm?"

"Son?"

"You don't have to touch it. No, try to keep it from touching it a little bit."

At Jong-seok's words, the stewardess who was looking at him slipped her hand on his palm.

With two fingers apart. Then Jong-seok sent his history into the palm of the stewardess' hand.

"Huh?"

The stewardess looked at Jong-seok with a sudden tickling sensation in his palm.

"My hands are itchy."

"By ability..."

said Jong-seok, who saw the name tag on the stewardess' chest.

"Shine, you've been having trouble sleeping lately. You're very uncomfortable with the speed..."

"Oh? How can I do that?"

"And..."

Jong-seok, who was looking at Shine, spoke quietly.

"You don't get your period."

Shine's face hardened at Jong-seok's words.

"That... how?"

"Congratulations. I'm pregnant."

"How do you do that?"

Shine must have been really surprised to see you say the same thing three times.

No one knows yet that he is pregnant. By the way, this is the first time I saw him today.

"I have the ability to find sick people."

Shine saw him at Jong-seok's words. There was little faith in Shine's face.

It wasn't until recently that Jong-seok found out that he wasn't pregnant.

Looking at the shine, Jong-seok said,

"I can feel someone who's suffering from my abilities."

"Really?"

"But I can feel someone in pain, but I can't find exactly where he is."

"If you're sick, you'll ask us for help."

"That's why I asked Shine if anyone was sick on board."

Shine nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"That's why you asked about the patient."

"If you're sick, ask for help. But if it hurts too much, you can't ask for help."

The stewardess, who didn't know what Jong-seok meant, said after a while.

"I'll do the in-flight broadcast, and I'll go over the in-flight

Jong-seok nodded at the stewardess's remark. He and the stewardess walked forward.

And after a while, the broadcast began to sound on the plane.

If you feel any discomfort or illness on the plane, please ring the bell and call the stewardess. Even if you're not feeling well, please call the stewardess if there's anyone around you who seems unconscious or sick.

Jong-seok stepped on the in-flight broadcast and saw the passengers. The in-flight broadcast was cut off after two more broadcasts.

And I could see the stewardesses walking slowly through the passengers.

Most of the passengers on the in-flight broadcast pulled their heads off and began to look around them.

No matter what happens, we're looking up at the broadcast asking us to see who's sick around us.

Looking at those people, Jong-seok looked around carefully. And I saw something strange in Jong-seok's eyes.

People's reactions were twofold. These two reactions were that they looked around or showed no response to the in-flight broadcast.

Those who looked around looked up and those who were not interested had no movement.

However, Jong-seok's eyes were different. I leaned over the in-flight broadcast and turned to my side.

Like you're covering something.

And when Jong-seok's eyes touched him, I could feel his feelings.

For life, it gives us a sense of life as a whole, but by giving us eyes or focusing our minds, we could see in detail what we felt.

"Anxiety, embarrassment, tension? But no pain."

Feeling a combination of emotions, Jong-seok looked next to the seat for a while.

The seat seemed to be empty, but I could feel the energy of life there.

'Is it a child?'

If you can't see your head above the chair, it's probably someone with a small body.

Jong-seok focused his mind on it. As the distance neared, I could feel the emotions I felt on the spot clearly.

"Anxiety, confusion... And pain. Found it.'

Jong-seok, who found his first feelings, strode toward him.

And as he approached the seat he found, he could see a girl sitting by the window and a woman next to her.

When the child came into the earth's sight, the feelings he felt were more intense.

"He's very sick and anxious."

When Jong-seok, who felt the pain of the child, approached the seat, he said,

"I'm a doctor."

"What?"

When the woman saw herself in surprise, Jong-seok said,

"She looks very sick. May I take a look at her?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Hey, I'm a doctor. You look sick."

"No!"

Jong-seok looked at the child as a woman answered firmly. The child was looking at him with a sweaty face.

And...

Jong-seok wrinkled his eyes when he saw the child's mouth open slightly.

"Save me."

There was no voice in the child's mouth, but his eyes and mouth were asking for help.

He moved his hands.

A piece of paper spouted from Jong-seok's hand hit the woman's body.

Pavat!

In an instant, the woman's body hardened into Jong-seok's hand. Jong-seok smiled and said, looking at the woman whose eyes were closed.

"I think my child is sick. Let me take a look."

At Jong-seok's words, the woman only blinked at him. Feeling the embarrassment and tension of such a woman's body, Jong-seok said to the guest sitting on the corridor.

"Is that your party?"

"No."

"I think your child's sick. Can I have a seat?"

At Jong-seok's words, the man stood up and said,

"I was just about to ring the bell because the kid was a little weird."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the man's words, pressed the button to call the stewardess, pushed the woman aside and held her hand to the child.

'Heat's hot.

Jong-seok, who was raising the child, wrinkled his eyes. The child's body is pulled back and then stops.

It turned out that cable ties were tied to the child's drooping hands and the woman's hands.

How strongly the child was bound, his hand skin was red and flushed.

"Huh? Why is the child's hand tied up?"

When the man sitting next to him was surprised and pointed at the cable tie, people in the back and front seats turned their heads and frowned.

"Oh, my God. What is this for a child?"

"What the hell is this... Stewardess! Stewardess!"

When people called the stewardess, Jong-seok grabbed the cable tie with his fingers and twisted it.

Fa'at!

When the cable ties were broken, Jong-seok hugged the child and carefully laid him down in the hallway.

"Is this the kid?"

As Shine approached, Jong-seok nodded and said with a child's pulse.

"Are you on the plane with the air police?"

"That's... why are you asking?"

"That six-and-a-half minutes and the kid are in the same party..."

The child murmured small as he was about to say that his hands had been tied with a cable tie.

"It's not my mom."

Jong-seok looked down at the child.

"Isn't that Mom?"

"It's not my mom. He hit me."

Shine looked at the woman with a stiff face at the child's murmur and hurriedly gave her a signal somewhere. Then when some stewardesses approached, Shine hurried to say what the child had said.

Then a stewardess went somewhere again and people saw the woman with the child.

"Isn't that a child abduction?"

"The kidnapping?"

"You son-of-a-bitch!"

When someone said that it was child abduction, people around me got up and started looking at women and swearing.

Seeing that, Jong-seok began to treat the child with a history of treatment.