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He Jiashi took a few deep breaths, then he shook the male invigilator's arm vigorously and said, "Teacher, give Teacher Xing CPR quickly, and I'll call 120."

The male teacher turned pale with shock. He has been teaching for more than ten years, where has he encountered such a battle?Afraid of taking responsibility, he lowered his voice, "Aren't you fooling around! CPR? I... how do we know this!"

He Jiashi stared at the male teacher and said quickly, "The school trains teachers and students in first aid every semester! You must know how to do it!"

The male teacher took out his mobile phone tremblingly, "Let's, let's call 120 first, 120 first!"

When the teacher hit 120, He Jiashi couldn't help but glanced at the students in the classroom: some were anxiously looking at Xing Nan's situation on the podium, some were writing hard and unaffected, and some opened their textbooks in the chaos, frantically copy the answer on the paper...

He Jiashi's heart sank, and he calmed down completely. Although he had only received a few training sessions, it was better than waiting for strength.

He Jia asked Xing Nan to lie flat on the ground, while he knelt beside Xing Nan, pressed the heel of one hand to the middle and lower part of Xing Nan's breastbone, and placed the heel of the other hand on top of the first hand.

He had only participated in two school trainings, and now he was flustered again, unable to remember many details. He straightened his arms and closed his eyes.

The male teacher was so nervous that he couldn't even explain the address of the school. He faltered and vaguely described, but fortunately, the operator of 120 finally caught the point in his messy description.

The provincial experiment is located in the urban area, and it is the evening rush hour at this time, He Jiashi did not know that it would take 120 minutes to arrive.

However, time waits for no one.One second earlier, one more second of hope.

He took a deep breath, straightened his arms, and pressed hard.

One time, two times, three times... Twenty times, he got down on his knees, pinched Xing Nan's mouth open, and performed artificial respiration.

Then, not daring to delay, he quickly put his hand on Xing Nan's chest and pressed it hard.

One set, two sets, three sets...

Sweat dripped down He Jiashi's cheeks, his arms began to tremble, and inadvertently, tears blurred his vision.

He shook his head and took a deep breath, but he heard the male teacher beside him say, "Hey, my classmate, can you do it, you can't afford something really happened."

At this time, He Jiashi's heart burden had reached its peak, and his strength was almost exhausted. While continuing the cardiopulmonary resuscitation, he said to the male teacher, "I'm running out of strength, I'll replace you!"

The male teacher immediately took a few steps back, "We are not professional doctors, we can't explain clearly if something goes wrong."

As he said that, he curled his lips again, and moved closer to He Jiashi, "Are you sure? Don't hurt Teacher Xing! Do you understand that you will only do bad things with good intentions like this!"

He Jiashi didn't bother to chatter with him any longer, and while performing chest compressions, he yelled into the classroom, "Who of you come over to replace me, I have no strength left!"

The noisy classroom became quiet in an instant, and everyone showed surprised and unbelievable expressions. After a few seconds, the whispers before Whang Sheng joined together and finally turned into an uproar.

"Is he okay?"

"Don't make this teacher worse."

"Which class is this guy from? He actually talked to the teacher?"

……

And in this chaos, there are still people exchanging papers, flipping through books, checking answers...

The whole examination room is like a vegetable market.

He Jiashi almost lost his strength, but he didn't dare to relax at all. After five cycles and ten cycles, 4 minutes passed. He Jiashi stopped what he was doing. He touched Xing Nan's breath tremblingly with his fingertips, but there was no life response.

Just when He Jiashi was on the verge of collapse, the sound of orderly and hasty footsteps brought the hope of life.

The medical staff finally arrived.

He Jiashi's heart jumped a few times, then he lost his strength and fell to the floor.

……

Later memories became confusing, he heard the nurse say to him, "You are doing well", he watched Xing Nan being surrounded by doctors, watching her being carried on the stent...

He Jiashi's legs were weak, but he kept following the doctor, watching helplessly as Xing Nan was carried into the ambulance, and then the door closed, and he walked away.

He clutched his heart tightly, looked at the direction of the ambulance, and prayed silently that he must get better.

Gotta get better.

Your daughter is still so young, your loved ones and students need you.

Get well soon.

He Jiashi's hands and legs were shaking. He didn't go back to the examination room, let alone take care of the biology test paper. He leaned on the wall and sat down slowly, panting heavily.

When the exam was over, he didn't go back to the classroom, but went straight home.

Soon, Xing Nan's incident spread like wildfire, and the students returned to their respective classes. Everyone was discussing her sudden fainting, and the boy who insisted on giving her CPR.

After Zhao Zhongya learned that He Jiashi was the one doing CPR for Xing Nan, his face flushed red, and he went mad, standing on the podium and frantically smashing the table with a blackboard eraser, "It's against you, it's really against you Oh, you think you can take part in first aid after listening to two first aid classes? Can you bear the responsibility if something goes wrong!"

Zhao Zhongya was out of breath, and for a few moments, Qin Yan even suspected that he would faint on the ground without being able to catch his breath.

Zhao Zhongya glared at Qin Yan fiercely, "Qin Yan, where is He Jiashi! Where did he go! He doesn't even dare to go back to the classroom?"

Qin Yan was stunned, and explained, "I just came back from the exam, and I don't know where he is..."

Zhao Zhongya came down from the podium, pointed at Qin Yan's nose, "Call him, don't you two live together? I don't believe you can't find him!"

Qin Yan took out his mobile phone and switched it on. Under Zhao Zhongya's glaring eyes and everyone's gaze, he called He Jiashi's mobile phone over and over again, but there was only a busy tone...

"Teacher, He Jiashi went out during the exam. He must have not turned on his phone at that time..."

Qin Yan looked at Zhao Zhongya helplessly and explained.

But as the phone calls failed over and over again, and as the sky gradually got darker, Qin Yan completely panicked.

He gritted his teeth, tried his best to calm himself down, and called He Jiashi over and over again.

Zhao Zhongya was in a hurry, he snatched Qin Yan's cell phone and called it by himself.

After several times of tossing, Zhao Zhongya finally lost his patience. He slammed Qin Yan's cell phone to the ground with a "slap".

The glass of the already old mobile phone was splashed all over the place, and it looked like the screen had been smashed to pieces.

Qin Yan frowned, looked at his mobile phone, his lips opened and closed, finally he stood up, he didn't speak to Zhao Zhongya again, he just packed his schoolbag as if no one else was around, and then went to the outside of the classroom Walk.

Zhao Zhongya pointed at the back of his head, jumped up and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Qin Yan took a deep breath, "When I went to find He Jia, I was very worried about him."

Zhao Zhongya was furious, "If you go, don't come back, and don't come in the third year of high school! This classroom can't accommodate you two Buddhas!"

Qin Yan's figure paused for a moment, but he didn't stop walking. Instead, he walked forward even faster.

As the sky was getting darker, Qin Yan hurried home in three steps at a time. He wasn't sure if He Jiashi would go home. He only knew that if he didn't see He Jiashi again, he couldn't be sure that He Jiashi was fine now, and he would definitely go crazy. dropped.

He ran all the way to the door of the house. After he took out the key, the hand that inserted the key was trembling.

What should I do if He Jia is not here?

If He Jiashi is not here, where can he find him?

Qin Yan took two deep breaths, put these thoughts behind him, twisted the key hard, opened the door suddenly, opened his eyes, but saw He Jiashi lying on the sofa, hiding his emotions in the room. in the dark.

Qin Yan let out a long sigh of relief, and his heart sank back into his stomach.

He didn't turn on the light, walked over gently, squatted in front of He Jiashi, took his hand, put it on his face, and asked, "Jiashi... are you okay?"

Only then did He Jiashi come back to his senses, looked at Qin Yan in front of him, and shook his head, "I'm not good...Qin Yan, I'm not good at all."

Qin Yan's heart tightened for a while, he lowered his head, "I...I am very worried about you."

He Jiashi looked at Qin Yan, pulled him up, and the two of them sat on the sofa together.

He Jiashi buried his head on Qin Yan's chest, making animal-like whimpering sounds, and tears fell down in a "patta" and "patta".

Qin Yan put his hand on He Jiashi's back, stroking it up and down, "You did well...you did well..."

He picked up He Jiashi's face and kissed his forehead, "You did a good job."

The two of them cuddled together until the night until He Jia was so exhausted that they fell asleep.

Qin Yan carried He Jiashi onto the bed, took off his clothes, and wiped off the sweat on his body.

Looking at He Jiashi's sleeping face, Qin Yan's heart throbbed with pain.

He lost his mobile phone at school, and now he was really worried about Xing Nan's current situation, so he opened He Jiashi's on his own initiative.

He clicked into the class group, and saw the sentence Liu Dongfa said a few hours ago, "Ms. Xing is dead."

Qin Yan turned off He Jiashi's cell phone, lay on the bed, put his head on He Jiashi's shoulder, and wept silently.

she left.

The teacher who always had a shy smile and deep dimples left this world, leaving behind her newborn daughter and countless students who will always miss her.

And so she went.

The author says:

The relevant knowledge of cardiopulmonary resuscitation comes from the international guidelines for cardiopulmonary resuscitation