This doctor has a system

Chapter 548 611. Miracle
"Stop talking nonsense." Gao Feng said unhappily, "What should we do next? Who will be responsible for receiving this plane?"

There was a brief silence on the radio.

"Sir, we are trying to figure it out."

Ground Control Center
A group of people were communicating anxiously. They didn’t know what a good day it was today, but they actually encountered a hijacking.

The key point is that the hijacked aircraft was an Airbus A380, which was fully loaded with more than 500 passengers.

Fortunately, the control of the plane has been taken back. The biggest problem now is how to land the plane safely in the event of the death of all pilots.

This seems like an impossible task.

"Does anyone have any good ideas?" asked the commander-in-chief.

No one answered.

"How about letting the Chinese guy try it?" A voice sounded after a long time.

"This is a very bad idea!" The commander-in-chief slammed the table, "Do you have any better suggestions?"

"Let me do it?" Gao Feng was shocked by the other party's proposal. "Is this the solution you came up with?!!"

I'll fuck your mother!

"In fact, flying a plane is not difficult." The commander-in-chief said in a gentle tone, "Some talented pilots can master the skills of flying in a short period of time."

"Besides, you just need to learn how to land, which is very simple and not difficult," he said insincerely, "We will find professionals who are familiar with aircraft to give you remote guidance."

The time it takes for ordinary people to learn to fly a plane varies from person to person, but it usually takes 3 to 7 years. For some small aircraft, it is possible for talented people to master flying skills in a short period of time.

But this is the Airbus A380, with a length of 72.75 meters, a wingspan of 79.75 meters, a height of 24.09 meters, and a maximum take-off weight of 575 tons. It is a veritable giant in the sky.

"You have three hours to learn how to control it."

"Is there any other way?" Gao Feng asked, looking at the densely packed buttons in the cockpit.

"So far, no."

"Can we find a plane to fly directly above us and have a professional pilot come down in a basket?" a more thoughtful passenger said, "find someone with good physical fitness."

Gao Feng felt that what he said made sense.

"Let's not waste time." The commander-in-chief said, "Captain Marshall will talk to you next."

"Hello, man." A very attractive middle-aged male voice sounded.

"Hello, Captain Marshall."

"I will now teach you some techniques for landing a 380," Marshall said. "It's a bit complicated. Do you have experience flying other types of aircraft?"

"Or played a flight simulator?"

After learning that there were none, Marshall was silent for 5 seconds.

"Then I can only wish you good luck." He sighed, "To be honest, I don't think you can learn it at all. You will probably waste the next three hours in vain."

"Brother, let me ask you a professional question." Gao Feng said, "If the plane is 3 meters above the ground and I break the cabin window and jump out, is my chance of survival high?"

Marshall

"That's a very creative idea," he replied, "but the glass in the cabin is not easy to break."

Creative?
That means there is a certain chance of success if you do it this way. Gao Feng made up his mind that if it doesn't work, he will do it this way.

Looking at Li Youliang who was sweating beside him, he comforted him: "Youliang, don't be afraid."

At the same time, he said silently in his heart: I will support your wife!

There was chaos in the cabin. All the passengers knew that the pilots had been killed. They were all doing something. Some people took out their cell phones to contact their families, but there was no signal at high altitude.

Most people were sobbing softly, while some were crying loudly.

Gao Feng discovered a very interesting behavior: almost all the crying people were calling for their mothers.

This often stems from a variety of deep emotional and psychological factors, and in most cultures, mothers are generally seen as the primary caregivers and protectors of their children as they grow up.

From infancy, children develop a deep emotional connection with their mothers, which makes them feel safe and protected. Therefore, when faced with difficulties, fear or pain, calling "Mom" becomes an instinctive response to seek comfort and dependence.

"670, are you listening to me?" Marshall asked.

"Yes, please continue."

"Can you remember what I just said?"

"Sure." Gao Feng replied.

"Then please report the speed and altitude of the plane."

"Speed ​​875, altitude 5104."

"Where are the speed brakes?"

“The little pole next to the seat.”

"You actually wrote it down!" Marshall was a little shocked. He had just explained the main instrument panels in the cabin, but he didn't expect the other party to remember it so well.

"What's your occupation?" he inquired.

"I'm a doctor." Gao Feng replied quickly, "Let's stop talking nonsense and continue with what we were saying just now."

"Okay, when we meet later, you will need to perform some actual operations in front of me," said Marshall.

Meet later? Gao Feng was stunned for a moment, but soon he knew why the other party said that.

Ten minutes later, a fighter jet appeared on the port side of the plane and the pilot waved at him.

"Marshall?"

"It's me." The fighter plane circled the Airbus A380 several times. "I have good news. From the outside, the plane doesn't seem to have any damage."

"Now let's talk about gravity release."

". In this case you can release the form."

Gao Feng: What the hell?
Marshall: Flaps!
Gao Feng: What the hell?
Marshall: The little pole with the hat on it, lift it up and put it down.

"These are relatively simple. Now I will focus on the localizer selection, landing speed selection, and CDU input."

Gao Feng took a deep breath. As expected, human potential is forced out. He now felt that he was incredibly strong. Putting aside the actual operation, he should be able to fly a plane now.

"Sir, are you okay?" the flight attendant asked a gray-haired old man.

"There must be something wrong with my heart." The old man spoke with some effort. He pointed at his left chest with a very painful expression.

"Is there a doctor on board?" the stewardess called out. "Someone's feeling sick over here!"

Director Yue stood up immediately after hearing the voice, but was stopped by Director Chang next to him.

"It's already so late, why are you still bothering?! We're going to die soon!"

It can be saved, but it is not necessary!

It seemed so, Director Yue sat down with a clear conscience. "Sir, can you hold on a little longer? We will be able to land in more than two hours." The flight attendant said, but she didn't know whether it was safe or not.

In her heart, she also felt that she didn't need to bother with this passenger anymore, but her good professional ethics didn't allow her to do so.

"Hello everyone, the passenger in 47-6A is feeling unwell, can anyone help him?" the flight attendant called out again.

"Why is it so noisy?" Gao Feng frowned.

"Who the hell is this? Do you have any manners?" Li Youliang said dissatisfiedly, "My boss is learning how to fly a plane, can you please keep quiet?"

Inside the cabin, Director Yue and Director Chang looked at each other, and finally stood up and walked over.

"Do you have any underlying diseases?" Director Yue spoke to the old man in fluent English, and the latter shook his head.

"The heart rate is very fast, about 160 beats per minute." Director Chang counted the pulse.

"Hold on a bit." Director Yue said to the patient, "We are trying to find a solution."

"No stethoscope, no medicine, nothing." Director Chang said to Director Yue unhappily, "You can uh... let him take a deep breath."

"Take a deep breath!" Director Yue
"There is a patient over there who is feeling unwell. It seems that there is something wrong with his heart." Li Youliang said to Gao Feng.

"Where are Director Chang and the others?"

"There's nothing on the plane, and we can't do anything except comfort the patient." Li Youliang sighed, "But it doesn't matter. We may only live two hours longer than him."

"Don't say such discouraging words!" Gao Feng scolded, you don't know how strong I am now!

"I'll go check it out. You ask someone to bring the patient over here."

The gray-haired old man was carried to the cockpit door by several passengers, and Director Chang stepped forward to tell Gao Feng the details of the situation.

"Tachycardia." Gao Feng put his ear to the patient's chest and listened for a while. "It's most likely supraventricular tachycardia."

"Director Chang, Valsava move!"

"What?" Director Chang was stunned.

"Use the improved Valsalva maneuver." Gao Feng said again as he familiarized himself with the buttons in the cockpit.

"I forgot how to do it." Director Chang was very embarrassed. He had been a senior doctor for many years and had long forgotten some operations. Moreover, they were in the Department of Hematology and basically did not encounter patients with supraventricular tachycardia. Even if they did, they would ask the Department of Cardiology to come for consultation.

"Tomoyoshi!"

"I don't know either. Don't you know my situation?" Li Youliang was even more embarrassed.

"So, I have to learn to fly a plane and treat patients at the same time?!" Gao Feng said unhappily. "Well, I'm in the NBA, and my teammates are in the CBA!" He stood up from the driving position.

The Valsalva maneuver is a forced breath when the airway is closed and is commonly used in medicine for a variety of diagnostic (right heart echocardiography) and therapeutic (termination of supraventricular tachycardia) scenarios.

It can be an active movement or occur unintentionally during coughing or bowel movements.

The procedure is that the patient takes a deep breath, closes his mouth, pinches his nose with his thumb and index finger, and then tries to exhale gently, keeping his cheek muscles tight throughout the process and not letting them bulge.

The modified Valsalva maneuver is based on the standard Valsalva maneuver, in which the doctor helps the patient lie down quickly and lifts his legs.

"Come, take a deep breath." Gao Feng.

A bystander took this special photo. In the photo, Gao Feng was holding the patient's legs with one hand, and with the other hand he was touching the LCD screen on one side according to Marshall's instructions.

"The heart rate has dropped!" Director Chang reported excitedly.

"Then let's carry him aside and let him rest for a while." Gao Feng said, and then he turned on the radio in the cabin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am one of the passengers on this flight - Gao Feng."

"I think everyone is aware of our specific situation. I am very sorry about this."

"But we are not without hope of survival." He paused and then continued, "I have just successfully mastered the skills of flying a plane under the guidance of Captain Marshall."

"Of course! Only in theory."

"Later, I will conduct a practical exercise under the guidance of Marshall. The plane will be somewhat turbulent at that time. Here is a friendly reminder for you to wear your seat belt."

"Ooo ...

"Alice, throw this man off the plane." Gao Feng said.

Alice smiled wryly at his humor, then stepped forward and kissed him.
Damn foreign beauty, how could you do this to me! Gao Feng wiped the lipstick off her face, feeling a little dissatisfied with the other stewardess next to her.

They've already kissed each other, and you're just standing there watching?
"Try pushing the throttle first," Marshall said. "It's relatively easy when you're in the air."

The throttle lever has six positions: maximum reverse thrust/reverse thrust slow/slow speed/climb/maximum continuous/maximum thrust. Gao Feng thought about it and started the maximum thrust.

Suddenly, the passengers in the cabin felt a strong push on their backs, and the aircraft's speed increased from 875 to 1000.
"It was a bit too forceful," Marshall commented.

Later it was time to climb, and Gao Feng did a very good job in this step. From Marshall's perspective on the fighter, the plane's climbing posture was very standard.

"No! You also adjusted the elevation angle?!"

"Yes, for stability." Gao Feng replied.

"Oh my god!" Marcel was very shocked. "How is this possible? How could you?"

"Didn't you mention that when you were teaching just now?"

I did mention it! But you shouldn't be able to make it!
Marshall suddenly felt that his work might not be meaningless.

"Hey man, try descending a little, 4000!"

Gao Feng lightly stepped on the accelerator and clicked on the LCD screen at the same time. Thanks to his strong mental strength, he did not feel flustered at all when operating the car.

Feeling a slight bump in the plane's descent, he slowed down the throttle speed and adjusted the pitch angle of the lower nose appropriately.

There was a thick cloud ahead, and Gao Feng suddenly became interested, "Marshall, I want to turn left."

"This is a bit difficult. Do you need me to give you instructions?"

"Being not."

Marshall could sense his confidence, but he was still a little worried. Turning a plane in the air is different from driving a car. He carefully observed the plane's condition and was ready to give instructions at any time.

After Gao Feng turned the plane into level flight, he began to operate it himself.

He moved the stick to the left, folding the left aileron upward and the right aileron downward. This made the lift of the right wing greater than that of the left wing, causing the plane to roll to the left.

At the same time, press the left rudder to turn the rudder to the left, generating a rightward torque to offset the yaw torque generated by the aileron, allowing the aircraft to make a coordinated turn.

At this time, because the aircraft has a slope, the lift is tilted, and the vertical upward component is not enough to offset gravity, so it is necessary to lift the nose backward to increase the angle of attack to compensate for the lift.

"Have you really never flown a plane before?" Marshall was completely numb. Gao Feng's operation was simply a miracle in his eyes.

Yes, the other party's operation was not very smooth and efficient. To reach this step, even for a talented flight student, it would take at least one year.

But how long had he been communicating with the other party just now?
Do you have 1 hour?

"Sir, what's your name?" Marshall asked. "I'm Captain Marshall of the Second Squadron of the Nuowei Air Force, and I'm the recipient of the Second Class Flying Medal."

(End of this chapter)