"Are there any flowers on the plane?"
Just as the beautiful flight attendant was gazing at Ye Feng, he suddenly looked up at her and asked.
"Yes."
The beautiful flight attendant nodded quickly and then rushed to the cargo hold, feeling her heart flutter on the way, somewhat suspecting that Ye Feng was asking for flowers to express his gratitude to her.
"He has vomited the pistachio shavings he swallowed, but some have already been absorbed by his body. I will help him remove the absorbed parts soon..."
After massaging the little boy's stomach a few more times to ensure that everything in the stomach was vomited out, Ye Feng turned to the boy's parents and spoke in a soft, comforting voice.
Even though there was a language barrier, they could still feel a sense of hope from Ye Feng's confident smile.
