1268 [1268] Breathing

Looking at each other with dozens of pairs of children's eyes, the medical staff present more or less felt the pressure on their heads.

"Go farther away." The female teacher waved her hand, calling on the students not to watch here, and not to interfere with the medical staff to save lives here.

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

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

These children were talking about Xie Wanying and Yue Wentong. They were in their early twenties, and they looked like they were not too far away from middle school.

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

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

An unorganized emergency scene, where no one even directed the ambulance to drive in advance, and the school teacher was slow to know the situation.

If the patient's condition is mild, it doesn't matter if you can afford it. Otherwise, the cost of the first minute and second here will be fatal.

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

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

It's just that it's not the most important thing to let the patient lie on a stool or on the ground. The most important thing is to send the patient to the hospital in time. This point, neither the students nor the teachers at the scene did it.

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, overweight, with a blue face and purple lips.

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

What is this called breathing! The doctor present wanted to cry.

Xin Yanjun rushed to the side of 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 the same condition as that person.

The patient seems to be alive, with a gurgling sound in the throat as if the phlegm is blocked. When the nurse heard it, she said in a purely professional reaction: "Oh, there is no suction device." Then, she wanted to run back to the ambulance to get other first aid items, including the AED defibrillator.

Hearing this, the female teacher said: "I will make arrangements. I will ask our school security to guide your driver, and let the ambulance come to the back gate of our school. You don't have to run."

Several enthusiastic students heard this and responded one after another: "Teacher, let's lead the way for the ambulance."

In the eyes of teachers and students, as long as the student can breathe, the doctor will come and save him.

Only the doctor knew clearly: there was no hope.

Xin Yanjun's flashlight shined on it, and the patient's pupils had dilated and fixed signs, and brain death occurred after the brain was hypoxic.

"Put him on the ground." Up to now, Xin Yanjun had no choice but to try to rescue him on the spot. It is impossible to tell the people at the scene immediately: This child is going to die immediately, 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.