About ten minutes later, Yan Xiangli returned to Beipo with Ji Xiurong. The two walked one behind the other, with the former looking as usual.
No.
To be precise, Yan Xiangli just looked as normal. If you look closely, you can see that his eyes are much darker than before.
However, he conceals it very well and it is difficult for ordinary people to see his mood swings.
Among everyone present, no one noticed this except Li Jie.
Because everyone's eyes were attracted to Ji Xiurong.
Ji Xiurong's mood was very low, his eyes were red, and there were two traces of tears remaining on his face.
Anyone who is not blind can tell that she just cried.
Looking at Ji Xiurong, who was mourning for his heir, everyone was very surprised. What happened just now? Why did Ji Xiurong change so much?
"Yan Xiangli!"
Just as everyone was thinking secretly, a figure suddenly rushed out, and Dakui roared, waving his fist and hitting Yan Xiangli.
Although Na Dakui had accepted the fact that Ji Xiurong fell in love with Yan Xiangli, he and Ji Xiurong had grown up together after all, so their relationship could not be broken off immediately.
Seeing Ji Xiurong being bullied, Na Dakui was like an angry lion, his face turned red with anger.
"stop!"
Ji Xiurong, who was in a dreamlike state, was awakened by Na Dakui's roar, and saw that a fist as big as a casserole was about to hit Yan Xiangli.
Ji Xiurong ignored Na Dakui's sadness and stopped Na Dakui's "atrocities" while immediately taking a step forward to stop Na Dakui.
However, Ji Xiurong discovered it too late and shouted too late. The moment she spoke out, Dakui's fist had already reached Yan Xiangli's eyes.
Yan Xiangli raised his eyelids and looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer. He didn't make any evasive movements, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and stood there blankly.
Bang!
Na Dakui punched Yan Xiangli in the face, making a muffled sound, and then Yan Xiangli fell down.
Yan Xiangli, who fell to the ground, felt a little dazed, and then he vaguely noticed that his nose was a little wet.
At the same time, there was a faint smell of rust coming from the tip of my nose.
Soon, the moist feeling spread to his lips, and Yan Xiangli pursed his lips subconsciously. It was salty and a little fishy.
It should be blood.
He bleeds.
"I'll beat you to death!"
Although Yan Xiangli was knocked down by his own punch and his face was bruised, the furious Na Dakui did not intend to let Yan Xiangli go. He still waved his fist and prepared to continue beating the opponent.
"stop!"
At this moment, Ji Xiurong finally rushed to Na Dakui's side and saw her hugging Na Dakui's arm tightly.
Immediately, she turned to look at Yan Xiangli who was lying on the ground. When she saw the scarlet color on Yan Xiangli's face, she felt her nose was sore and tears were already filling her eyes.
"Yan Xiangli, are you okay?"
At the same time, everyone on the side also reacted and rushed over one after another. Sui Zhichao stepped forward to help Ji Xiurong hold Na Dakui, while the girls gathered around Yan Xiangli.
"Dakui, don't be impulsive!"
"If you have something to say, please say it, but don't do anything!"
"Ah? Blood! Blood! Yan Xiangli is bleeding!"
Li Jie leaned over to check Yan Xiangli's physical condition and ordered everyone.
"Spread out a little and don't block the air circulation."
The method to check whether a person is unconscious is very simple. The first step is to open the injured person's eyes and check whether the other person's eyeballs are moving.
If it does not turn, it is a real coma. If a photophobia reaction occurs or the eyes move randomly, it is a false coma.
In the second part, press the nerves in the upper part of the orbit with force. If the injured person has no expression on his face, it is a true coma. If he grimaces in pain or has a tender reaction, it is a false coma.
The above is just the simplest way. To more accurately determine the degree of coma, you can use the internationally accepted Glasgow Score.
For example, drawing a number in front of the injured person and asking the other person what the number is is a very common trick in football matches.
Li Jie rolled Yan Xiangli's eyelids and found that Yan Xiangli not only had a photophobia reaction, but his eyes were also moving, and he was relieved.
In fact, he could have stopped Na Dakui's actions just now, but he did not step forward to stop him.
Because Yan Xiangli did something wrong, it was completely reasonable for him to be punched.
Although Dakui was tall and powerful, and his fists were very heavy, Yan Xiangli's body was not as fragile as it looked.
If you get punched, there shouldn't be any problems.
What's more, even if something went wrong, with Li Jie present, he would be sure to save the person as long as they didn't die on the spot.
Of course, being punched to death is only the worst case scenario.
Generally speaking, it is usually difficult for a person without professional training to kill someone with one punch. Not everyone is boxing champion Tyson.
Na Dakui's physique is a bit stronger than ordinary people, but still within the range of ordinary people.
"What time is this?"
Li Jie stretched out his hand and waved two fingers in front of Yan Xiangli's eyes.
"two."
Although Yan Xiangli thought Li Jie's behavior was a bit strange, he still subconsciously spit out a number.
“What day is it this year?”
"No. 15."
On the other side, the female college students also felt that Li Jie's behavior was a bit strange, and Shen Mengyin gave Tan Xuemei a gentle push.
"Xuemei, what is Feng Cheng doing?"
"I don't know either."
Tan Xuemei shook her head helplessly.
Later, Li Jie checked Yan Xiangli's injuries and found that the other party just looked miserable.
Although there was a lot of blood on the face, it was just a nosebleed. The bridge of the nose was not too damaged and it would heal on its own after just two days of rest.
After a while, seeing Li Jie stop moving, Qin Xuemei asked curiously.
"Feng Cheng, do you still care about injuries?"
"A person who has lived on the dam for a long time knows a little bit about it."
Li Jie pulled Yan Xiangli to his feet and waved his hand.
"Spread out a little to keep the air flowing."
When everyone heard this, they immediately took a few steps back. Shen Mengyin said curiously.
"Feng Cheng, why did you ask Yan Xiangli those questions just now? Why is it different from the first aid method taught by the teacher?"
"Oh, you said this, this was taught to me by Teacher Su L."
The Glasgow Coma Index would not be compiled and proposed until 1974 by two professors of neurosurgery at the University of Glasgow, so Li Jie made up a random reason.
As for why it is said to be taught by Mao Zi.
Because Maozi's experts have been withdrawn from China, even if they wanted to verify it, they couldn't find anyone.
Shen Mengyin nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, so that's it."
Snap!
A crisp slap hit Na Dakui's face.
"That Dakui! You bastard!"
Ji Xiurong looked at Na Dakui with tears in his eyes and said in a choked voice.
"I...I..."
The two grew up together, and Na Dakui knew that Ji Xiurong was really angry this time.