"Cough-cough-" Teacher Hu pretended to cough and tapped Ye Feng's desk with his fingers, telling him to concentrate on the question.

Ye Feng glanced at Teacher Hu out of the corner of his eye, sat upright, and no longer looked around. "Bang-" Ye Feng took off the cap of his pen and began to answer the questionnaire.

I saw that Ye Feng was walking with a dragon and snake, and he didn't even have time to think, and directly filled in the answers on the test paper. It took less than five minutes to finish one side.

And the handwriting is neat, the iron painting silver hook, at a glance is a practitioner. Teacher Hu opened his mouth wide and couldn't close for a long time.

Ye Feng turned the roll over and began to make the second side. At this time, Mr. Hu pushed his glasses, came up, and watched Ye Feng write.

"I'll see if you're scribbling. You don't need to look at the questions, just fill them in directly, you think you're an answering machine. You don't have to think about it," Mr. Hu muttered in his heart.

"Tsk-tsk-" Teacher Hu let out an exclamation in confusion, and immediately felt that something was wrong, so he quickly closed his mouth.

"It turns out that it wasn't scribbled, it's too scary, it's not scientific." Teacher Hu exclaimed, "Without thinking, it turns out to be such a realm."

In less than ten minutes, Ye Feng began to write an essay, a six-hundred-word essay, Ye Feng swiped it, and the composition was smooth and flowing, and the love essay was full of love. Teacher Hu shook his head and admired it on the side, his earlier prejudice against Ye Feng was gone, and he was replaced by endless love and appreciation.

After writing the composition, Ye Feng put down his pen, blew the roll surface, and nodded with satisfaction. It is not easy to write a word throughout the volume, and even the punctuation marks are regular and correct.

Checked one side again and found no problem. He put the roll down. He gently asked Mr. Hu, who was sitting next to him, "Teacher, can I hand in the paper now?" ”

Teacher Hu raised his hand and looked at his watch and said, "You can hand in the papers, but you can't leave the examination room." Are you sure you don't want to check it again? ”

"No need, teacher, I have to hand in the papers." Ye Feng insisted.

Teacher Hu got up and picked up his stool and walked to the podium, and then waved to Ye Feng, Ye Feng hurriedly put the volume on the podium respectfully, and then sat back in his place.

Ye Feng, who was bored, began to look around again, this time, Teacher Hu didn't care about him, what did he like.

The examination room was silent, and only the sound of the tip of the pen scratching on the paper could be heard. Everyone kept their heads down and was nervous. Only Ye Feng is the same as no one.

Time passed quickly, and Mr. Hu looked at his watch and said, "Students, there are still 20 minutes to wrap up, everyone hurry up!" ”

Ye Feng, who had slept for a while, raised his head and looked at Teacher Hu on the podium when he heard the sound, and felt that something was wrong, Teacher Hu looked restless, his face was pale, and dense beads of sweat covered his forehead, he twisted his body and slowly lay on the podium.

Ye Feng was closest to the podium, he found that Teacher Hu was abnormal, so he sat up straight, looked at Teacher Hu, and asked softly, "Teacher, teacher, what's wrong with you." ”

Teacher Hu let out an unconscious "Hehe-" breath from his mouth, slowly slumped, and fell to the ground of the podium with a "bang".

Ye Fengteng jumped up and ran onto the podium. I found Mr. Hu lying curled up on the ground, with one hand pressed on his chest.

There was a lot of chaos in the examination room, and the students all got up and looked, but they didn't dare to get out of their seats. Ye Feng doesn't care so much. Call the shots now.

"Zhang Ziqing, you quickly arrange for someone to run to call the teacher, and at the same time hurry up to call the emergency number, by the way, also, hurry up and find the doctor in the infirmary."

"Also, open the doors and windows and fan the teacher's head to increase the oxygen supply. Also, maintain discipline in the exam room. ”

Ye Feng said one, and Zhang Ziqing responded, and the common experience of participating in the competition made the two cooperate tacitly. Zhang Ziqing was originally the class president, and since Kang Lin returned from winning the award, his prestige has increased, allowing him to arrange his classmates more quickly and effectively.

According to Ye Feng's instructions, Zhang Ziqing quickly arranged for the classmates who were familiar with him to act separately.

Ye Feng didn't waste time, he was talking, and his hands didn't stop.

He first let Mr. Hu lie flat on the floor of the podium, quickly unbuttoned his chest, and loosened his belt. Then I fumbled around the teacher, and in the pocket of my jacket, I found a small medicine bottle with nitroglycerin tablets written on it.

It should be him, Ye Feng took out two small pills and stuffed him under Teacher Hu's tongue.

Then he held the teacher's head, pressed one hand down his forehead, and lifted his chin with the other. "Well, it's opening the airway." Ye Feng muttered, and began to recall the essentials of first-aid knowledge that he saw last time.

I checked the teacher's snort with my hand, and found that there was basically no breathing, and my lips were a little blue. I touched the artery in my neck with my hand, and it stopped beating.

Ye Feng no longer hesitated, and quickly knelt beside Teacher Hu, with the root of his left palm close to the lower end of the middle of the sternum, and the root of his right palm overlapped on the back of his left hand. Press vertically downwards and firmly press at a rate of sixty beats per minute, counting in your mouth, "One, two, three, four, five。。。。。 ”

When he counted to thirty, Ye Feng hurriedly leaned down, pinched the teacher's nose, took a deep breath, and blew into his mouth. The ribcage can be clearly seen bulging. Take another deep breath and keep blowing. After two times, Ye Feng quickly knelt down and continued to press his heart.

Ye Feng is small, his arms are short, and it is very difficult to press, and after a while, Ye Feng is already damp all over.

Zhang Ziqing didn't know where to find a wooden plank, and fanned the teacher's head one by one.

After Ye Feng pressed it for a few rounds, he was already exhausted. His face was flushed, and his arms were shaking unconsciously.

"This body is still too weak, and I can't hold it after just a few hits." Ye Feng lay down and listened to Teacher Hu's chest, but there was still no heartbeat.

Look at Mr. Hu, his face is a little gray. Ye Feng gritted his teeth, was ruthless, and began to press again. Count in your mouth, cheer yourself up, "one, two。。。。。。 ”

Suddenly, a lot of voices came in, it turned out to be the students who gathered around, and a few of them were the invigilators of the next class, all of them helped Ye Feng count together, and cheered him on in their own way.

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight。。。。。。"

The sound grew louder and louder, converging into a torrent that resounded throughout the building.

After pressing thirty times, Ye Feng leaned down again to give Mr. Hu artificial respiration, but unfortunately, Mr. Hu still had no breathing and no heartbeat.

At this time, Ye Feng really didn't have the strength to press. I wanted to find someone to do this heart compression instead, but he knew that if the technique was wrong, it would be completely ineffective, and it would delay Mr. Hu's condition.

In a hurry, Ye Feng thought of a first-aid method, he clenched his fists, and according to Mr. Hu's chest, "Bang Bang Bang" was three punches. This time, the people around him were stunned. What are you doing here, you can't be angry with the teacher lying on the ground if you have emotions.