At this time, in the neighboring Class 3 of the third grade, Song Sinan and Zhang Xiaoyu were also telling the children about Traditional Chinese Medicine. Although the children were oblivious, everyone spoke with great patience.
However, the atmosphere in Class 3 was different, with the entire classroom in an uproar…
At this moment, Ye Zhaohui stood on the podium, holding a TCM textbook, and began lecturing the children.
However, these children, only eight or nine years old, couldn't understand anything he was saying. They whispered and played amongst themselves, not paying attention to the lesson at all. This made Ye Zhaohui, standing on the stage, look grim, as he had very little patience…
*Smack!*
“Quiet down, all of you!”
Ye Zhaohui angrily slammed his hand on the desk, startling the students below into instant silence. They all looked at him with fearful eyes as he roared. He slammed the textbook again and angrily said, “What’s all the noise about? How am I supposed to teach if you’re like this?”
However, Song Moyi, sitting in the first row, fifth seat, perhaps startled by Ye Zhaohui’s sudden outburst and the slamming of the desk, shivered. Her little heart began to ache faintly. Song Moyi’s tender, small face showed a pained expression. She clutched her chest with her small hand and raised her left hand, saying, “T-teacher, I…”
“Be quiet!”
As a result, Ye Zhaohui, who was in a rage, saw Song Moyi raising her hand at this moment and immediately reprimanded her, shouting, “When I am speaking, you are not allowed to interrupt me. Do you understand?”
Faced with such a fierce teacher, the children in the class nodded nervously and fearfully, not daring to make a sound.
Meanwhile, Song Moyi’s heart ached more and more. Her already pale little face turned even more ashen. She bent over, resting her forehead on the desk, clutching her chest with her small hand, her small body trembling slightly. A boy sitting next to her noticed her abnormality, but facing such a fierce teacher, he didn’t dare to speak up either…
“Also, from now on, when I’m teaching, you must all listen attentively. No whispering amongst yourselves…”
However, Ye Zhaohui paid no attention to Song Moyi. He stood on the podium, with a stern face, setting the rules for his class. He continued speaking for two minutes…
*Thump…*
Finally, Song Moyi slumped onto the floor from her chair, startling the students into screams. Ye Zhaohui was about to get angry again, but he saw that Song Moyi had fainted. Finally realizing that something was wrong, Ye Zhaohui immediately rushed forward, supporting the limp Song Moyi, “Hey, what’s wrong? Wake up…”
The surrounding students were frightened and all got up to crowd around…
“T-teacher, she said she has a heart condition…”
The little boy sitting with Song Moyi nervously told Ye Zhaohui.
“What, a heart condition? Then why didn’t she say so earlier?”
At this point, Ye Zhaohui’s face completely changed. He knew that fainting due to a heart condition was extremely urgent and dangerous.
“What’s wrong?”
Hearing the commotion, Wang Wei and the class teacher of Class 3 rushed in. At this moment, Ye Zhaohui had laid Song Moyi on the floor, unbuttoned her clothes, and then knelt on the ground, placing his ear against her chest to listen to her heart rate. It was slow, faint, and seemed as if it could stop beating at any moment…
“Quick, call 120…”
Upon seeing this scene, the class teacher of Class 3 became completely flustered. She quickly took out her phone and dialed 120, also calling Song Moyi’s mother…
Ruan Xingwen, the chairperson of Song Group, receiving the call from the class teacher saying her daughter had suddenly fainted, stood up in a panic, “What? Okay, okay, I’ll be there immediately…”
At this time, in Class 1, Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang were telling the children about the history of Traditional Chinese Medicine. They used an interactive approach, which not only made the students interested in TCM but also brought them closer.
As the dismissal bell rang, Wan Yunting smiled and said, “Alright, students, we’ll stop here for today. You may go out and get some fresh air.”
“Goodbye, teacher…”
The students also got up one by one, politely bowed to Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang, and shouted their farewells.
“Mm…”
Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang responded. They exchanged smiles and walked out of the classroom with the students, preparing to return to the teacher’s building to see if there were any more classes scheduled for the day…
“Why hasn’t the ambulance arrived yet…”
However, at the doorway of Class 3, a crowd of onlookers, students and teachers, had gathered. The class teacher of Class 3 was shouting anxiously, which caught the attention of Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang. They walked over and asked a teacher, “What happened?”
“A child from Class 3 suddenly fainted and is currently being resuscitated inside.”
“Fainted?”
Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang were surprised. The teacher nodded, “That child has a heart condition. I heard that the new TCM teacher’s outburst and desk-slamming during class scared her, triggering her heart condition.”
“Alas, these new TCM teachers are really something. If something really happens to that child, our school will become famous.”
“Who’s to say otherwise…”
The few teachers who were watching, already skeptical about the Ministry of Education suddenly adding a TCM subject to the school, now felt even more so.
This incident, occurring on the very first day of class for the new TCM teachers, further diminished the teachers of Xingyao Primary School’s confidence in them.
“Let’s go in and see…”
Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang immediately squeezed into the classroom. Song Sinan and Zhang Xiaoyu, who had finished class in Class 2, as well as Qi Miaomiao and Wei Renxin, also came to see upon hearing about the incident in Class 3.
Even Gu Yuanbai, who was about to return to the teacher’s building, rushed over upon hearing about this matter…
“How is the child?”
Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang, having entered, saw Song Moyi lying on the floor while Ye Zhaohui was performing CPR to resuscitate her in an emergency…
“This child has a congenital heart defect. It was angina that caused her to faint due to not taking medication in time,” Wang Wei said nervously to Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang.
“Then we must rush her to the hospital for treatment,” Wei Renxin interjected.
“We’ve already called 120, but they haven’t arrived yet…”
Song Sinan frowned and immediately stepped forward, crouching down to take Song Moyi’s pulse. Ye Zhaohui, who was performing CPR on her, was already sweating profusely and felt extremely nervous and fearful.
“Let me take over…”
Wang Wei immediately went up to replace Ye Zhaohui, continuing to perform CPR on Song Moyi…
“Damn it, why am I so unlucky!” Ye Zhaohui said angrily as he stood up.
However, upon hearing him say this, all the teachers present changed their expressions, especially Wan Yunting, Gu Luotang, Song Sinan, and Wei Renxin. They couldn’t imagine how Ye Zhaohui could say such a thing.
“Teacher Ye, don’t you think what you said is excessive?” Li Qian rebuked him angrily.
“Excessive? How am I excessive?”
However, Ye Zhaohui didn’t think he was being excessive at all. He said sternly to Li Qian, “If they hadn’t been noisy during class, would I have gotten angry? And she has a congenital heart condition, why didn’t she tell me in advance? Is it my fault that she suddenly fell ill now?”
Seeing that he showed no remorse and instead became angry and tried to shirk responsibility, he aroused the indignation of all the teachers present, who considered Ye Zhaohui to be utterly irresponsible.
Wan Yunting shot him a cold glance and went forward to crouch down, saying to Wang Wei, “Let me.”
Wang Wei, who was performing CPR on Song Moyi, was stunned. He turned to look at Wan Yunting, who had already crouched down and was beginning to unbutton Song Moyi’s shirt, exposing her chest. He placed his hand on it, carefully feeling her slow heartbeat. Song Sinan, standing nearby, said grimly, “The optimal resuscitation window has passed!”
“What…”
These words made the teachers present feel anxious and worried. Could it be that the child couldn’t be saved…