The old professor was on the verge of dying, and many of the students were panicking!
A few male students with poor nerves were afraid to witness someone dying, and turned away in terror. Many of the girls were so frantic that they burst into tears!
Someone was shouting into a phone, calling 120, but no matter how loudly they yelled, it wouldn't make the ambulance fly over.
The whole scene was in chaos!
Chen Zhao had reached the edge of the crowd, but there were so many students gathered around—nearly half the people in the cafeteria—that he couldn't get through!
Chen Zhao got angry and shouted, "Make way!"
Chen Zhao had a loud voice to begin with, and in his fury it boomed like a lion's roar. The students in front jumped in fright and hurriedly made way.
The old professor was still writhing and convulsing on the ground, in unbearable pain. Being unable to breathe because of an obstruction was much like being hanged. He had probably almost lost consciousness by now. In a few dozen seconds, the lack of oxygen would cause irreversible brain damage. If they waited any longer, he might die on the spot!
Chen Zhao called to two burly young men nearby. "I need you two to help. One on each side—support him and get him to his feet!"
Chen Zhao sounded utterly confident, and his expression left no room for doubt. He looked as though he really knew how to deal with this crisis. The situation was urgent, so the two men he'd called didn't hesitate. They immediately stepped forward, took the old professor by the arms from either side, and helped him stand.
Following the instructions the system had given him earlier, Chen Zhao stood behind the old professor and wrapped both