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 people.
The students had no choice but to retreat to the distance of more than ten meters required by the teacher. None of them were willing to leave, but their hearts were hanging, looking at their classmates lying there motionless.
Several students murmured from ear to ear: "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, not far from middle school.
The 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. All she knew was 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.
An unorganized first aid scene, no one even directed the ambulance in advance, and the school teacher only found out about the situation late.
If the patient¡¯s condition is mild, it doesn¡¯t matter if it takes time. Otherwise, the first minute and second spent here will be fatal.
It cannot be said that the teachers and classmates on site 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 gymnasium floor, so he worked with other students to lift the patient onto a bench and lie down on it.
However, it is not the most important thing to let the patient lie down on a stool or on the ground. 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.
A fifteen-year-old boy, he is fat, his face is blue, and his lips are all purple.
"You're breathing," the male teacher said to the doctor.
? ?What does it mean to be 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 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 seems to be alive, and there is a gurgling sound in the throat, as if phlegm is blocked. The nurse heard this and said in a purely professional reaction: "Oh, there is no suction device." As she said that, she wanted to run back to the ambulance to get other first aid items, including an AED defibrillator.
Hearing this, the female teacher said: "I will make arrangements. I will ask our school security to lead your driver and let the ambulance come to the back door of our school. You don't have to run."
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 clearly: there was no way to save him.
Xin Yanjun¡¯s flashlight shined through, and the patient¡¯s pupils showed signs of dilation and fixation, indicating that brain death had occurred 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 spot to rescue him. We can't immediately tell these people at the scene: This child is going to die soon, and there is no way to save it.
Hearing what the doctor said, the teacher helped the medical staff move the patient from the stool to the ground. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com