Student misses exam to save friend's life
China Press reported that Jiang Zhaopeng, a student at the Shandong Urban Services Vocational College, was on his way to sit for his Gaokao exam on May 10 when his classmate, who was on the same e-hailing ride, suffered a seizure and stopped breathing.
Jiang immediately administered CPR to save his friend.
With the help of traffic police, the e-hailing driver managed to arrive at the nearest hospital in just seven minutes – half the time it would have taken in normal traffic conditions.
By the time they reached the hospital, it was too late for Jiang to sit for the exam.
He does not regret his decision.
'I can try again another year.
'But my friend only has one life.
'If he had died, he would not have a chance to return,' he said.
Dashcam footage of the incident went viral online, with Internet users appealing to the education ministry to allow Jiang to take the exam.
When contacted, a spokesperson from the Shandong Provincial Education Admissions Exam-ination Institute said there was 'no clear-cut solution for the matter'.
> China Press also reported that a bright, unidentified flying object (UFO) was spotted whizzing across the night sky in Xinjiang, China.
The sighting, which took place at around 11pm on May 16 in Xinjiang's capital Urumqi, set the Internet abuzz with speculation as to what it could be.
'It looked as bright as the moon. At first we thought it was a crescent moon, but it soon changed shape to something resembling two paper fans separated by a circle in the middle,' said a local resident.
The Xinjiang Uyghur Autono-mous Region Meteorological Bureau said it did not spot any UFO that evening and could not determine what the public had seen.
The above article is compiled from the vernacular newspapers (Bahasa Malaysia, Chinese and Tamil dailies). As such, stories are grouped according to the respective language/medium. Where a paragraph begins with this ' >'sign, it denotes a separate news item.
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