Being stared at by dozens of pairs of children's eyes, the medical staff on the scene more or less felt the pressure overhead.
"Go away." The female teacher waved her hands and shouted to the students not to stand around and not to interfere with the medical staff who were saving lives.
The students had no choice but to retreat to the distance of more than ten meters required by the teacher. They were unwilling to move, their hearts hanging in the air, looking at their classmates lying there motionless.
Several students whispered to each other: "Those two doctors seem to be about the same age as us."
These children are Xie Wanying and Yue Wentong. They are both in their early twenties and not far from attending middle school.
Medical staff came to the patient carrying first aid items.
At this time, it was nearly an hour and fifteen minutes since the 120 call was received. This time is undoubtedly very terrifying for a patient who urgently needs help, as it is a matter of life and death.
Xin Yanjun didn't dare to look at the watch at all. She only knew that from the moment the ambulance arrived at the school, she knew with her doctor's intuition that something was wrong.
It was a disorganized emergency scene, with no one giving advance instructions on where to drive the ambulance, and the school teachers only learned about the situation very late.
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If the patient's condition is mild, it doesn't matter if you can afford to waste time. Otherwise, every minute and second here is fatal.
It cannot be said that the teachers and classmates on site did not care about this student.
It was autumn and a bit cold. The teacher didn't dare let the sick student lie on the cold gymnasium floor, so she worked together with other students to lift the patient onto a bench.
However, letting the patient lie on a stool or on the ground is not the most important thing. The most important thing is to send the patient to the hospital in time. Neither the students nor the teachers at the scene did this.
The moment they saw the patient's face, only two words came to mind: It's over.
A fifteen-year-old boy, slightly fat, with a blue face and purple lips.
"He's breathing." The male teacher said to the doctor.
How can this be called breathing? The doctor who arrived wanted to cry.
Xin Yanjun rushed to the patient's head and turned on the flashlight to check the patient's pupils.
Xie Wanying thought of the patient in the hospital's emergency room before, and her heart ached: this student should be in a similar condition to that person.
The patient seemed alive, and his throat made a gurgling sound as if it was clogged with phlegm. The nurse heard it and said, "Oh, there is no suction device." She wanted to run back to the ambulance to get other first aid items, including the AED defibrillator.
Upon hearing this, the female teacher said, "I'll make the arrangements. I'll have our school security lead your driver and have the ambulance drive to the back door of our school. You don't have to run."
Several enthusiastic students heard this and responded: "Teacher, let's lead the way for the ambulance."
In the eyes of teachers and students, as long as the student is breathing and the doctor arrives, he can be saved.
Only the doctor knew clearly: there was no hope.
When Xin Yanjun shone her flashlight over there, she saw that the patient's pupils had shown signs of dilation and fixation, indicating brain death due to lack of oxygen to the brain.
"Put him on the ground." At this point, Xin Yanjun had no choice but to try to save the child. She couldn't tell the people at the scene right away: This child is going to die and there is no way to save him.
After hearing what the doctor said, the teacher helped the medical staff move the patient from the stool to the ground.
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