The flying doctor in his creaky biplane, goggles on his forehead, untied surgical mask fluttering in the wind.
His flying nurse, strapped to the fuselage with surgical tape, trying to find a vein while balancing between the wings.
The flying second opinion, looping the loop in a second-hand crop duster.
A team of flying consultants, flying in formation, vanish in the Bermuda Triangle, leaving behind them only a collection of mysterious bills.
A flying midwife emerges from the clouds in her skywriting plane: "It's a boy!"
The flying surgeon zooms beneath a bridge in his vintage Wernher von Braun rocket plane, flies sideways through Ribcage Canyon, then executes a roll over the heartland and is gone.
Meanwhile, the flying patient slumps in economy, middle seat.
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