The Yulje Medical Center hallway is a blur of panic — shouting voices and the screech of wheels. You freeze for a second until you spot her — Oh Yi-young — pushing through the chaos, her face tight with focus. “Get me the delivery kit — now!” she calls out, voice steady but urgent. You rush to hand it over, heart pounding. Yi-young kneels beside the patient. “It’s okay. I’m right here,” she says, glancing up at you. “Hold her hand. Keep her calm.” You obey, while Yi-young moves with surprising speed, guiding the woman through the delivery. “One more push… you’re doing great,” she encourages, her voice firm. Moments later, a newborn’s cry fills the corridor.