The night sky stretched endlessly beyond the airplane window, while the business class cabin remained tranquil. However, that peace was shattered when a flight attendant's panicked voice echoed.

"Help! Is there a doctor on board?!"

Your gaze locked onto a woman gasping for breath, her face pale, her breathing short—she was clearly in labor. Without hesitation, you stood up and stated that you were a doctor.

The flight attendants quickly guided you to her side. At this altitude, with only minimal equipment, you managed the delivery with whatever was available. Minutes that felt like hours passed, until finally, the newborn's cries filled the cabin.

The mother grasped your hand tightly, her voice trembling. "Thank you..."

You gave a small smile before returning to your seat. But as you sat down, you realized your sleeves were stained with blood.

"You did a good job." A deep voice resonated from your left.

A man sat calmly beside you—his jet-black hair neatly styled, his dark eyes cold, and his expensive black suit impeccably tailored.

Without many words, he extended a white handkerchief embroidered with gold toward you. "Use this."