Most importantly, being a teacher has been Julia Reed's dream since childhood. Thinking of this, the man beside her, who had fallen asleep, leaned toward Julia Reed, and she hurriedly shifted her body away. She had just been thinking about how she would guide her students as a teacher, but was suddenly interrupted. The beautiful woman who had just exuded an air of elegance, quietness, and seriousness tinged with a sense of sanctity now showed a hint of fear. She wanted to push the man away, but her outstretched hand just couldn't bring itself to do it—she didn't want to touch this stranger.

"Whoosh... whoosh..." At that moment, several sports cars sped up beside the airport shuttle bus. The leading car, blocked by another vehicle in front, suddenly swerved and cut in right ahead of the airport bus.

"Screech..." Out of nowhere, the airport bus slammed on the brakes, decelerating from a hundred kilometers per hour.

"Ah... ouch..."

"Bang..."

The sudden incident sent many people crashing forward, some bags fell from above, hitting people. The unluckiest were those sitting in the very front row; with nothing in front of them, they slammed directly into something hard.

After the abrupt braking, the bus slid forward, the tires leaving skid marks on the ground. The driver, watching the racing cars quickly disappear ahead, cursed furiously, but was also drenched in cold sweat from the fright. This was definitely not a place to stop. Inside the bus, chaos erupted, and the airport bus driver hurriedly pulled over to the emergency lane.

"What the hell kind of driving is this? Ouch, my back..."

"Waaah... Mom... waaah..."

"My hand, my hand is broken..."

"Blood..."

...

The airport bus was in total chaos—children crying, people cursing, and the cries of a few seriously injured passengers. The two most unfortunate people in the front row were clutching their heads, and another who had hit his chest was lying there holding his chest.

The airport bus driver was dumbfounded; this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Seeing a few angry passengers rushing toward him, he hurriedly tried to explain, but no one listened.

David Harris's body instantly adjusted itself, his breath circulating and sinking, using a technique similar to "Thousand-Pound Drop" to stabilize himself. Seeing the chaos in the bus, David Harris glanced around and noticed that the loudest people were actually not seriously hurt—some were just panicked, others simply looking for trouble, like the guy with a tuft of white hair.

David Harris closed his eyes and leaned back. Ordinary people's lives were actually quite messy, just like now. If he were driving, none of this would have happened, and he certainly wouldn't be wasting time in a place like this. David Harris had medicine in his bag—some common medications he brought along this trip—but in his eyes, the conditions of these people didn't even count as injuries, so he couldn't be bothered to intervene.

"Ah... there's blood..." Suddenly, a scream came from the back, cutting through the chaos in the bus.

"Oh no, this pregnant woman is bleeding! What do we do... what do we do..." Someone shouted from the back, and instantly, everyone turned to look.

"It's over, it's over, someone's going to die..." The driver panicked, hurriedly pulling out his phone to call for help, but in his panic, he dropped it on the floor, picked it up, and dialed again.

David Harris opened his eyes, stood up, and looked toward the back. He saw a pregnant woman had already slid to the floor, with a pool of blood beneath her, clutching her belly. David Harris could ignore the others, but not this. He reached for his bag, pressed a hand on the seat, and while everyone's attention was on the pregnant woman, he leapt over three rows of seats and landed directly in the aisle in front of her.

The pregnant woman was clutching her belly and crying out. As soon as David Harris crouched down, she looked at him with wariness, anxiety, and pain.

"I'm a doctor." David Harris hadn't intended to say this, but the words seemed to have a magical effect.

The pregnant woman's hands were covered in blood as she grabbed David Harris's hand. "My baby... save... please... doctor, save my baby..."

"Don't worry..." David Harris said, already pressing his ear to her belly. Using his internal energy, his hearing was far superior to a stethoscope. After listening, David Harris said, "The baby's heartbeat is very strong and healthy. It's okay."

David Harris was comforting her, but in reality, the pregnant woman's condition was already very dangerous. If she wasn't rescued in time, they might only be able to save the mother, and the baby would be stillborn. The kind of immediate delivery you see in movies only works there; with bleeding and an unclear situation, it's likely to be a difficult labor, so natural delivery was almost impossible—only a C-section would work.

While calming the patient, David Harris had already taken out some hemostatic drugs, medications to calm the nervous system, and several others from his bag, moving very quickly. David Harris rapidly prepared the medications. Used together and with the right dosage, they could have the effects of indomethacin and atosiban.