Being looked at by dozens of pairs of children's eyes, the medical staff present felt more or less the pressure on their heads.
"Go further away." The female teacher waved her hands and called to the students not to watch here and not to interfere with the medical staff saving lives.
The students had no choice but to retreat to the distance of more than ten meters required by the teacher. Each one of them was unwilling to leave, with their hearts hanging in the air, looking at their classmates lying there motionless.
Several students started whispering: "Those two doctors seem to be about the same age as us."
These children are talking about Xie Wanying and Yue Wentong. They are both in their early twenties, not far from middle school.
Medical staff came to the patient carrying first aid supplies.
At this time, it was nearly an hour and fifteen minutes after receiving the 120 call. This time is undoubtedly very scary for a patient who is in urgent need of help, and it is a matter of life and death.
Xin Yanjun didn't dare to look at her watch at all. She only knew that from the moment the ambulance arrived at the school, she had already relied on the doctor's intuition to know that something was wrong.
It was an unorganized first aid scene. No one even directed where the ambulance was going. The school teacher only learned about the situation late.
If the patient's condition is mild, it doesn't matter if he can afford the time. Otherwise, every minute and second spent here will be fatal.
It cannot be said that the teachers and classmates present do not care about this student.
Look, it was a bit cold in autumn. The teacher did not dare to let the sick student lie on the cold gym floor, so he worked with other students to lift the patient onto a bench and lay him down.
However, letting the patient lie down on a stool or lying on the ground is not actually 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, the medical staff could only think of two words: It's over.
The fifteen-year-old boy is fat, his face is blue, and his lips are all purple.
"You're breathing," the male teacher said to the doctor.
What is breathing? The doctor who attended the scene 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 patients in the emergency room of the hospital before, and her heart ached: This student should be in a similar condition to that person.
The patient seemed to be alive, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, as if sputum was blocked. When the nurse heard this, she said in a purely professional reaction: "Oh, there is no sputum suction device." After saying 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 will make arrangements. I will ask our school security to lead your driver and have the ambulance come to the back door of our school. You don't have to run away."
Several enthusiastic classmates heard this and responded: "Teacher, let's go and 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 in his heart: there was no way to save him.
Xin Yanjun's flashlight shone over and showed that the patient's pupils were dilated and fixed, indicating the formation of brain death due to lack of oxygen in the brain.
"Put him on the ground." At this point, Xin Yanjun had no choice but to work hard on the scene and try to save him. He couldn't immediately tell the people at the scene: This child is going to die immediately and there is no way to save him.
When the teacher heard what the doctor said, he helped the medical staff move the patient from the stool to the ground.
