First Aid

"No way, why would someone jump? Which grade is she in?"

"I can't see clearly, no idea."

"Wow—"

The crowd of students grew larger, especially since it was lunch break. Soon, the area below Building 2 was packed with students and teachers—some of whom were shouting,

"Everyone, stop crowding here! Go back inside!"

At that moment, Ye Shuang and the others pushed through the crowd and noticed a girl in a Yinshan Academy uniform standing at the edge of the rooftop. One small step forward, and she would plummet to the ground.

From such a distance, they couldn’t make out the expression on her face.

"Has anyone called the police?"

"Yeah, but it’ll take some time for them to get here."

"Isn’t that the girl who was stalked and harassed? Did she just give up?"

"I heard her boyfriend dumped her over it, saying she was 'tainted.'"

"Ugh, talk about being blinded by love..."

Just then, Ye Shuang felt someone tug at his sleeve. He turned and saw the second-year dean.

"Teacher Ye, you’re a psychologist, right? Please go up and talk that kid down—it’s too dangerous," the dean urged, visibly anxious.

"Talk her down?" Ye Shuang hesitated. "I’ll... try my best."

Though he’d only done some basic counseling, he was far from being a licensed psychologist.

After telling Bai Yuyou and Keke to stay put, Ye Shuang began sprinting up the stairs...

First floor.

Second floor.

...

Fourth floor.

...

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Just as he was about to reach the top, a chorus of screams erupted from below.

Instinctively, he glanced out the stairwell window—a figure was plummeting at terrifying speed. In that split second, Ye Shuang caught a glimpse of her lifeless, bruised face.

THUD. A dull impact, like something heavy hitting the ground.

"No!" Ye Shuang threw open the window and looked down. The girl was now motionless on the ground.

Some students rushed forward to check, while others were too horrified to look.

Ye Shuang bolted back downstairs.

"Move!"

Pushing through the crowd, he immediately knelt beside the girl to assess her condition.

[Name: Gu Wanqing

Yinshan Academy student. Stalked and abused for two days and nights, later dumped by her boyfriend. Currently suffering multiple fractures...]

"What do we do now?"

"T-Teacher Ye, can you save her?" Some colleagues watched helplessly. Incidents like this were unheard of at Yinshan Academy—none of them had ever seen a student jump, let alone so decisively.

"She still has a pulse, but her bones are shattered. Don’t move her!" Ye Shuang loosened the collar of her uniform and checked her breathing.

Gu Wanqing’s condition was critical: her face was deathly pale, and her unconscious state suggested possible brain damage.

Luckily, she’d landed on grass instead of concrete, sparing her from instant death.

"If it’s cerebral edema, we need mannitol via IV drip ASAP..." Ye Shuang muttered before turning to a nearby teacher. "How long until the ambulance gets here?!"

"We called, but even if they’re already on campus, it’ll take ten minutes just to drive in from the gate... let alone from the hospital," the teacher replied.

"No choice. Some of you, keep watch—I’m grabbing meds!" Ye Shuang checked the time. Every second counted in an emergency like this.

"Got it!"

Ye Shuang sprinted back to the infirmary. When he slammed the door open, even An Shiyu, who’d been napping, jolted awake. She gave him a puzzled look before eyeing his empty hands.

"Old man, where’s my sushi?"

Ye Shuang grabbed the medicine and dashed out, tossing over his shoulder, "The sushi—no, someone jumped!"

An Shiyu stared blankly at his retreating figure before narrowing her eyes. "Huh?"

By the time Ye Shuang returned, security was herding students away. Most were busy filming or sending photos to friends and family.

As he prepared to administer treatment, another teacher suddenly held him back, whispering,

"Teacher Ye, she’s probably gone. If you intervene and she dies, her family might blame you. It’s safer to wait for the ambulance."

"I’m the school medic. She’s injured," Ye Shuang said firmly. "This is my responsibility."

The teacher sighed. "But—"

Ye Shuang knelt beside the girl without looking up. "If it gives her even a 1% higher chance to live...

That’s enough."

He started the IV drip, relying on his limited medical knowledge to stabilize her. Between checking her breathing and stemming the bleeding, he used mannitol to reduce intracranial pressure.

Soon, the wail of sirens approached. "The ambulance is here!" a student yelled.

Ye Shuang helped load Gu Wanqing into the vehicle alongside her homeroom teacher, whose face betrayed her panic—this was her first time handling such a crisis.

I hope she makes it.

Yet as the ambulance drove off, a thought struck Ye Shuang—

The girl’s ashen face, devoid of any will to live, her eyes empty of everything.

Statistics say 80% of jumpers regret it mid-fall.

But she hadn’t.

Ye Shuang: "..."

Was I wrong? If she survives but ends up paralyzed or in a vegetative state... would she hate me for it?

"No, that’s not it!" He shook off the doubts.

If someone truly wanted to die, they’d find a quiet way to go. But choosing to end it publicly—

Wasn’t it a silent scream?

[Someone... save me.]