There were a lot of responses to the resumes that were submitted, and it was no surprise that most of them still took a fancy to her college.

University A, in City A, is a relatively good university in the whole country to be precise, and the employment rate of students graduating from this school is naturally higher than that of students graduating from ordinary schools.

However, this was the first time she didn't know how many times she had hit a wall.

She sat wordlessly by the flower bed, holding a handful of information.

"I'm sorry, we don't think you have much work experience."

Please, I'm applying for an intern, okay? I have experience, and I have practiced anything.

"I'm sorry, we need people with good moral character, and you have a record of demerits in your file."

Fighting in junior high school and not repenting, being deducted from a small demerit is not good, and the character is not good?

"I'm sorry, although we don't have any requirements for the appearance of doctors, but you are so plain in the interview, I'm afraid you don't pay much attention to our hospital."

Plain face to the sky???

Song Miaomiao recalled the row of people sitting behind her who were facing the sky and preparing for the interview......

The reason is quite convincing.

"Hey." After her eleventh sigh today, a noise caught her attention.

With the mentality that it is not too much to see the excitement when I have nothing to do, I took a closer look.

An old man in his old age curled up on the ground in pain, his expression was distorted, his right hand was tightly covering his chest, and he was breathing shortly in his mouth, obviously breathing more out and less in.

"Heart disease!" Song Miaomiao was almost sure at a glance.

There are more and more onlookers, but no one has the intention of coming to the rescue, after all, there are many people doing drama and touching porcelain now, and even if it is true, this person can't help himself if he succeeds in first aid, and he will get into trouble for himself at that time.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." The crowd was pushed away, and a man with a good-looking brow on his face wanted to step forward.

The old man stopped all movements before the man could touch him, and the whole person remained in the same position as if he was in shock, lying motionless on the ground.

"Oh my God, it's not going to be dead, hit 120, hit 120." Some of the onlookers spoke urgently.

But the man still approached, patted the old man on the shoulder, no, and then reached out to probe the old man's snort, and suddenly his face turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to help the old man on the ground up.

"You Haoxuan!" Song Miaomiao was shocked.

What does this idiot want to do, as long as the heart disease patient enters the "call, push it and do not wake up", he can basically conclude that he has entered a state of cardiac arrest, and at this time, he should immediately carry out the golden four-minute cardiopulmonary resuscitation, rather than moving the patient to do any other unnecessary things.

Before You Haoxuan heard the voice, he had no time to turn around, and he was hit on the head, which was not painful or itchy, but made him inexplicably irritable.

"Take it." Song Miaomiao squatted down and smashed the bag of resume materials in her hand into You Haoxuan's arms.

Seeing that the person who came was Song Miaomiao, who had an unpleasant experience last night, he was about to get angry, but the other party pushed his arm with clear intentions and signaled him to get out of the way.

Remembering that I asked her about her major last night, her face darkened, and she reluctantly took the thing in her arms and moved to the side.

Song Miaomiao straightened the old man's body with a serious expression, let him lie flat on the ground, untied the collar to ensure that the patient's airway was unblocked, folded his hands in front of the old man's chest, and skillfully performed chest compressions, the force was not too big or small, but it was extraordinarily regular.

The old man finally had a trace of blood on his face under Song Miaomiao's pressure for several minutes, and his breathing was also faintly progressing.

The surrounding melon-eating crowd was relieved, and began to praise Song Miaomiao and Miao for their righteous and courageous behavior.

"Is 120 hit?" Song Miaomiao asked the man with a complicated expression while holding his file bag.

"Hit it, I just hit it." An enthusiastic aunt in the crowd waved the mobile phone in her hand, for fear that Song You and the others inside would not see it.