Chapter 45: Old Yang shock?

Mr. Yang stood up silently at this time, his hands were constantly trembling, and his eyes were even more like seeing an impossible expression.
"Old Yang?"
"Old Yang?"
Everyone was shocked by the situation like Mr. Yang. They were all students of Mr. Yang. They had never seen such an expression on their teacher's face.
"Untied, unlocked. Finally unlocked!" Old Yang walked tremblingly towards the stage step by step, wrinkled hands, trying to touch the blackboards that already occupied more than half of the podium, but again I seem to be afraid of confusing the numbers on the dark spots.
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Suddenly, Mr. Yang knelt on the ground, his pupils suddenly lost consciousness, foam was flowing at the corner of his mouth, his chest was trembling, and his body was trembling.
"Old Yang!"
"Old Yang!"
Seeing Mr. Yang like this, all the teachers immediately surrounded him.
"No, this is a shock situation."
"Old Yang has a heart attack, get the medicine quickly." Zhao Yanting shouted anxiously.
At this moment, a middle-aged man hurriedly ran over with a bag, squatted on the ground and began to look inside the bag.
"Medicine, medicine, medicine."
A few seconds later, the middle-aged man raised his head blankly and looked at the people around him: "Old Yang's medicine for heart disease... did not bring it."
"Damn! Hurry up and hit 120!" Principal Wu shouted anxiously.
If something happened to Mr. Yang in his school, he, Principal Wu, would also be to blame, as for the students of Mr. Yang in the Education Bureau, he still had to tear himself up.
"It's too late. Once the shock lasts for more than ten to twenty minutes, the patient will die. Yang is old and may not be able to hold it for ten minutes." Ye Hao clenched his fists and remembered a story about shock he had seen before. Medical reports.
"No. Teacher Yang, teacher!" Zhao Yanting suddenly lost control of her emotions, and she was crying there.
The other teachers also shed tears silently.
One day as a teacher and a lifetime as a father, let alone a teacher who leads them to the career of teachers.
Ye Hao clenched his fists and secretly said in his heart.
Does the system have any skills that can cure diseases, or medical skills? Get it out for me quickly.
[Skills: Medical skills. Need skill points: 8. 】
Eight skill points?
Damn it! I now only have three skill points, not enough!
Ye Hao watched the old Yang struggling in front of him, and he clenched his fists.
It's almost five! It was only five points short.
If... If you didn't exchange any item control technique for temporary curiosity, now you have enough skill points to exchange for medical skills.
Ye Hao looked at Yang Lao's pale appearance, and for some reason he thought of his mother. At that time, she also lost her life in front of her eyes, and she also had no ability.
Ye Hao's body shook, holding the table beside him to stabilize his body.
【system hint. It is detected that the host is currently in urgent need of skill points, and the loan mode is hereby opened. The host can borrow the required skill points. After that, the host only needs to repay at a certain exchange rate...]
Suddenly the system sound coming out of his brain made Ye Hao's body shake.
He didn't care about listening to the next explanations, he shouted directly in his heart.
"Hurry up, exchange medical skills for me. Hurry up!"
【Exchange medical skills, consume eight skill points. The host has only three skill points in the account at this time, whether the remaining part uses loans]
"Yes."
[Five points for loans. Successful medical exchange]
A bunch of knowledge emerged in Ye Hao's mind.
He took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and pushed away the teachers who surrounded Mr. Yang.
"Let me come, I know medical skills."
Ye Hao said, kneeling next to Yang Lao, and began to check Yang Lao's life information. The pace of his heart has become slower and slower, and the foam at the corner of his mouth has stopped rising outside.
"Who has a needle, a needle over three centimeters. Hurry up!" Ye Hao shouted anxiously.
The teachers around were dumbfounded.
"Student Ye Hao, don't be fooling around. Now, life is at stake." Some teachers frowned and looked at Ye Hao.
They don't believe that a student who is only a third year in high school can understand medicine.
Those things are not accessible to a high school student.
"Then you come! Now Lao Yang is in danger, if you can save, then you come, wait another five minutes, Lao Yang will really be dead!" Ye Hao said sternly.
At this moment, the teachers around fell silent.
They may be able to teach and educate people, but they are laymen in curing diseases and saving people.
At this moment, an older female teacher next to her took out a five-centimeter-long embroidery needle from her bag.
"Teacher Ye, is this needle possible?"
"Yes. Thank you." Ye Hao took the embroidery needle in one hand, and he couldn't care about what the other party called him at this time.
The index finger and thumb of his right hand tightly held the bottom of the embroidery needle, and then his left hand unbuttoned Yang's chest.
Looking at the part of Old Yang's chest, Ye Hao took a deep breath and concentrated his energy. The needle in his right hand pierced sharply, and the position of the stick was exactly the position of Old Yang's left chest.
"My goodness."
"The thorn... pierced the heart!"
The teachers around were shocked. In their opinion, Ye Hao was simply piercing the needle into Old Yang's heart.
In their thoughts, can a person live with a needle stuck in the heart?
It didn't take long for the needle to penetrate it, and it was less than a second before Ye Hao pulled out the needle.
"Ye Hao, what are you doing. Do you know that you are killing someone." Zhao Yanting's face changed suddenly and she pushed Ye Hao's body abruptly.
Ye Hao fell to the ground all of a sudden, the needle in his hand accidentally dropped, pierced his palm, and the blood continued to flow out.
"Cough cough cough..."
At this time, a coughing sound came out of Yang Lao's mouth.
"Old Yang is awake!"
"My God, Mr. Yang, you really woke up!"
After waking up, Mr. Yang looked around in a daze, "I...what's wrong with me?"
"Old Yang, you scared me to death just now. Just now when you saw these problems, your heart was in shock with excitement!"
"Yeah. Isn't it just a question, Mr. Yang, don't scare us."
"Question?" Old Yang seemed to have thought of something. He hurriedly stood up and looked at the intact handwriting on the blackboard. He shouted to the middle-aged man next to him: "Xiao Liu, show me it, no one is allowed to touch it. This blackboard."
"Huh?" This middle-aged man was actually equipped with a part-time assistant bodyguard for the old driver Yang. He looked at Yang old in a daze.
Lao Yang didn't have time to explain, he took out his mobile phone and ran to the door. At this moment, his skill was like a young man, not like a gray-haired old man.
At this moment, everyone else's eyes fell on Ye Hao who fell to the ground. I saw that needle was all inserted into Ye Hao's palm, and everyone felt shivering just by looking at them. Ye Hao's sleeves, cuffs and the floor on the ground were all stained red with blood. Up.