“Chip and Dale...”

I flew this morning from Sakhalin to Moscow, through a dream: “Dear passengers... the ship’s commander... we need your help... if there is a doctor......... I have not heard of this for a long time, almost a year passed without accidents.
Nothing to do, I slipple from the chair, shuffle shoes, go crazy to the next salon.
The teenager, 12, stands, pale, the stomach hurts, the pressure is low, and also jumps, but does not lose consciousness.
While dragging him to the floor, two other women-doctors nearby formed, with one infectiologist, the other - a pediatrician, right into the ointment!
By the way, in recent years, fifteen noticed such a feature - if the flight Moscow - DV (Vladivostok, Sakhalin, Khabarovsk, Kamchatka, Magadan, Chita, Yakutsk...etc), then every time there is at least one doctor; and if the flights inside the European part of the country - then "to save the world" it is necessary, shit, again alone.
Something like acute pancreatitis... Slowly I bring the guy into a relative order; I hold more pressure on him, yes, intestinal spasms are removed, aunts with injections-tablets are dealt with, and mothers are communicating... until six o’clock, we’ll get exactly, you don’t need to sit down in an emergency.
Mom pleasantly struck - assembled, confident, answers questions briefly and accurately, does not beat in hysteria, does not show excessive initiative, trusted the child and awaits instructions... all would be.
Interesting was the reaction of passengers - usually in the plane in such cases people do not light up, do not climb under the hand, one or two people look from a distance, advice is not given. And then a man 20 around crowded, the salon is big, they are silent, do not disturb, but it cost me a guy to try to move from the chair to the floor, and he is bitten such, thin)), as a hand six almost not over my back pushed out and moved him. I just want to raise his head, I push my hand under my neck - someone is already carefully helping me, pulling my shoulders. It was worth the doctors' aunts to argue about some missing pills in the pharmacy box - on several sides there were packages of the necessary.
Everything was done, the guy almost calmed down, began to fall asleep, wrapped with pleds, I went to myself. Once three went out to their salon, the patient to visit, and there five or six people are still standing quietly next to them, suddenly help will be needed.
The Far East is a territory of silence, however.
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