The medical staff present felt more or less the pressure on their heads as they were looked at each other by dozens of children.

"Go away." The female teacher waved her hand and shouted that the students should not watch here and not interfere with medical staff to save people here.

The students had no choice but to retreat to the distance of more than ten meters required by the teacher. They were unwilling to walk, but their hearts were hanging, looking at their classmates lying there motionless.

Several students muttered with their mouths and ears: "Those two doctors seem to be about the same age as us."

These children are talking about Xie Wanying and Yue Wentong. They are in their early twenties and are not very far from studying on high school campuses.

The medical staff came to the patient with first aid items.

At this time, it was nearly an hour and fifteen minutes before receiving the 120 call. This time is undoubtedly very terrifying for a patient who is in urgent need 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 had already realized with the doctor's intuition that something was wrong.

At an unorganized first aid scene, no one even directed the ambulance wherever it was driven, and the school teacher finally found out the situation.

If the patient is in a mild condition, it doesn’t matter if he can afford time. Otherwise, the cost of every minute and a second here will be fatal.

It cannot be said that the teachers and classmates on site do not care about this student.

It was a bit cold in autumn, and the teacher didn't dare to let the sick students lie on the cold floor of the gymnasium. He worked with other students to lift the patient onto a bench and lay down.

However, letting patients lie on a stool or on the ground is not the most important thing. The most important thing is to send patients to the hospital in time. Neither the students nor the teachers on the scene did this.

The moment I saw the patient's expression, two words could only appear in the medical staff's mind: It's over.

The fifteen-year-old boy is fat, with a blue face and purple lips.

"I'm breathing." The male teacher said to the doctor.

What's the point of 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 double pupils.

Xie Wanying remembered the patient who was in the hospital emergency room before, and felt ache: This student should be in a similar condition as that person.

The patient was alive, and his throat made a sound of murmur and sputum blocking. When the nurse heard it, she said, "Oh, there is no sputum suction device." As she said that, she wanted to run back to the ambulance to get other first aid items.

, including AED defibrillator.

Hearing this, the female teacher said, "I'll make arrangements. I'll ask our school security guard to lead your driver and let the ambulance catch the back door of our school. You don't have to run away."

Several enthusiastic classmates 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 has breathing and the doctor has arrived, some will be saved.

Only the doctor knew in his heart: there was no salvation.

Xin Yanjun's flashlight shone through, and the patient's pupils had already shown signs of dilated and fixed, and brain death occurred after brain hypoxia.

"Put him on the ground." At this point, Xin Yanjun had no choice but to work hard on the spot to rescue him. She couldn't tell the people at the scene immediately: The child is going to die immediately and there is no way to save him.
Chapter completed!