Chapter 41

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Qin Chuan had no time to worry about the woman. He had already tried his best to avoid her, and if he had lightly brushed past her, it was impossible for her to be seriously injured. Qin Chuan's goal was simply to reduce the time it took to save someone.

A motorcycle caught up from behind.

"Doctor, where are you going to save someone? I'll take you there!" The motorcycle driver slowed down and said to Qin Chuan, who was running like a madman.

"First High School. A student's heart stopped. Emergency treatment is needed!" Qin Chuan didn't slow down, his eyes still fixed ahead, but he managed to say a few key words with effort.

"Get on, I'll take you there." The motorcycle driver accelerated and stopped directly in front of Qin Chuan, turning back to wave him over.

Qin Chuan was already panting, and First High School was still a distance away. Without hesitation, he got on the motorcycle.

"Roar!"

The motorcycle roared like a wild beast and shot forward like an arrow from a bow. The motorcycle's horn blared continuously, and pedestrians quickly moved out of the way. The driver's skills were excellent.

"Be careful, don't hit anyone," Qin Chuan warned urgently.

"Don't worry. They'll move. Actually, the sidewalk is quite wide. When everyone is walking, it seems crowded, but when a car comes, they can always squeeze out a path, or rather, a road." The motorcycle driver skillfully weaved through the crowd, sometimes even darting onto the road, weaving through the gaps between cars.

Qin Chuan checked the time again; it had been over three minutes, and the best time for rescue had passed. He hoped the school doctor could handle the situation correctly.

Qin Chuan looked up; he was less than a hundred meters from the First High School gate. But he couldn't rush it.

The motorcycle driver's skills were impressive. He didn't slow down at all in the gaps between vehicles, but he also didn't scrape any of them, delivering Qin Chuan directly to the First High School gate. The school gate was open, and someone was there to guide the ambulance in. However, the gate was so congested that the ambulance couldn't get through.

"What can we do? The ambulance can't get in. We can't even get the patient out. Doctor Zhao, what about you? I told you, the school clinic should have a professional medical staff. The physical fitness of young people today can't compare to ours. You didn't listen. What do you do now?" Vice Principal Lin Dongcheng paced back and forth at the school gate.

"Principal Lin, Principal Lin, look, is the person on the motorcycle a doctor?" The head of the teaching office, Jin Wenliang, pointed to the motorcycle speeding towards the school gate.

"Yes, yes, quickly, move aside, let the motorcycle in. Quickly take the doctor to the playground!" Lin Dongcheng seemed to have seen a savior.

"Where is the patient?" Qin Chuan shouted loudly.

"On the playground! On the playground!" Lin Dongcheng shouted back.

"I know the playground! I'll take you there! Move aside!" The motorcycle driver shouted loudly.

Swish!

The motorcycle zipped past Lin Dongcheng like the wind. Normally, Lin Dongcheng would have cursed, but at this moment, he began to have a good impression of the motorcycle rider: What a talent! Where did he graduate from?

"I graduated from here. I know First High School best. I even know where there are holes in the iron fences around the school," the motorcycle driver boasted to Qin Chuan.

This guy's skills were indeed impressive. He didn't slow down at all while talking.

When they reached the playground, they immediately saw a crowd gathered. Qin Chuan frowned.

"When I save the patient, you're responsible for dispersing the onlookers. The patient needs good ventilation," Qin Chuan shouted loudly.

At such high speed, speaking wasn't easy. Opening his mouth would fill it with wind, and his voice would be carried away by the wind.

"No problem! Move aside!" The motorcycle charged directly towards the crowd.

Qin Chuan was terrified; he didn't want to save one person by killing a bunch of others!

The crowd, hearing the motorcycle's roar, hurriedly moved to the side.

"Screech!"

The motorcycle braked sharply, then made a very stylish sideways slide, stopping steadily at the edge of the crowd.

"Quickly, move aside. The doctor is here!"

The crowd parted, and Qin Chuan saw someone performing CPR on the patient, though not very professionally, it should buy him some time.

"I'm a doctor from the Central Hospital's emergency department. I'll take over. Tell me the patient's current condition," Qin Chuan took over the rescue immediately.

"I'm Doctor Xu Dawei from the school clinic. The patient's heart suddenly stopped while running. We immediately took action and performed CPR. We've been resuscitating for eight minutes, but the patient hasn't regained spontaneous heartbeat or breathing. We suspect that intense exercise led to respiratory failure. The patient's medical history is unknown," Xu Dawei said.

"I'm the doctor's assistant! The patient needs good ventilation. You're killing the patient! Please move aside immediately!" The motorcycle driver shouted loudly.

It was quite effective. Hearing that they were "killing the patient," the onlookers quickly dispersed. The school teachers also hurried to help drive the students back to their classrooms.

Qin Chuan intensified the chest compressions and performed artificial respiration. However, his technique was a bit different from that of ordinary doctors. He also used some special techniques during the rescue. These techniques were part of basic first aid, and since he had the basic first aid skill, they had become instinctive for him.

Qin Chuan's CPR was very effective. In just over a minute, the patient's heart had resumed beating, and he began to breathe spontaneously, though it was still unstable.

Vice Principal Lin Dongcheng of First High School hurried over, "How's the situation?"

Xu Dawei quickly said, "Principal Lin, it should be fine. The student's heart has resumed beating. However, the specific condition needs to be checked at the hospital."

"You see, we need professional doctors. You fumbled around for a while, but the doctor from the Central Hospital saved the patient as soon as he took over," Lin Dongcheng said irritably.

Qin Chuan, seeing the patient stabilize, finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, Doctor Xu from the school clinic performed CPR in time, giving me the time to save him. Otherwise, if the golden rescue time had passed, I wouldn't have been able to do anything."

Xu Dawei was almost moved to tears, gratefully saying to Qin Chuan, "Doctor Qin, the doctors from the Central Hospital are truly skilled."

Xu Dawei also had a hidden meaning. He particularly emphasized "Central Hospital." The Central Hospital was one of the two top-tier hospitals in Tanshan City, and it was clearly better than the other top-tier hospital. By emphasizing that Qin Chuan was from the Central Hospital, Xu Dawei was indicating that it wasn't his lack of skill, but the superior skills of the Central Hospital. Although Tanshan No. 1 High School was the best high school in Tanshan City, its clinic couldn't accommodate the backbone doctors from the Central Hospital.

Since the student was out of danger, Lin Dongcheng didn't want to argue with Xu Dawei. He walked over, took Qin Chuan's hands, and said gratefully, "Doctor, thank you so much! By the way, what's your surname, Doctor?"

"I'm Qin Chuan from the Central Hospital's emergency department. The patient is still not out of danger. He must be taken to the hospital for a comprehensive examination to determine the true cause of his cardiac arrest." Qin Chuan briefly examined the student on the spot.

"Doctor Qin, how is Xia Song? I'm his teacher, Jin Guanyue," a teacher walked over.

"Teacher Jin, do you know if Xia Song has any medical history?" Qin Chuan asked.

"I'm not very clear on that. Does anyone know?" Jin Guanyue asked the students in the class.

"I heard that Xia Song has congenital heart disease," a classmate of Xia Song said.

"Isn't this ridiculous? When we started preparing for the school sports meet, didn't I specifically emphasize that students with health issues should not participate? Teacher Jin, did you tell the students in your class?" Lin Dongcheng immediately jumped up.

"I did. Ask the students in my class. I emphasized it many times. Any student with a medical history is not allowed to participate in the school sports meet. But the student concealed it, and I didn't know. I just took over this class. I'm not very familiar with the students' health conditions. I had the class leaders organize it. But I definitely emphasized it in class," Jin Guanyue was flustered.

"Let's not argue about responsibility right now. The patient's condition is not good. He must be taken to the hospital immediately. The conditions here are limited. If there's a relapse, it could be very dangerous," Qin Chuan said.

"I'll consult with the city leaders and request the traffic police to clear the traffic. We need to establish a green channel for the student," Lin Dongcheng said.

"I'll call the TV station and have them publicize it on TV," the motorcycle driver said, taking out his phone to find the number.

"We'll go and persuade the vehicles on the road to make way," the students of First High School started rushing to the school gate.

Qin Chuan began to contact the ambulance driver, "Driver Luo, where are you? Hurry up, this child has been temporarily saved, but he must be taken to the hospital for examination immediately. The situation is not ideal."

"Doctor Qin, I can't move at all here. There was just a scrape, and a few drivers are arguing in front. It's even more congested now," Driver Luo still had no good news.

"Are you in a hurry to die? There are so many cars in front, they're not moving, how can I move? You're like a reckless fool, crashing into me. What about my new car? How do you calculate the damage?" The owner of a new BMW X6, whose rear had been hit, felt as if he had been violated.

"How can you say that? I'm not shirking responsibility. Is driving a BMW so great?" No one had a good temper when stuck in traffic.

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