The above are several development processes of ancient Chinese and related classifications. If you still have doubts and want to see more famous annotations, I recommend you to read "Shuowen"..."
In the lecture hall, Professor Liu's lecture has already begun. Jiang Yanche sits beside him, listening attentively to every word Professor Liu says. At the same time, he holds the mouse with his right hand, ready to turn the page at any time.
Jiang Yanche is a graduate student in literature. Logically speaking, he has already learned all the content that Professor Liu talks about. The reason why he can still listen to the knowledge that is already clear is completely because...
Uh... He is afraid that he will be alienated from his dreams again.
Fortunately, after concentrating his attention, the alienation did not appear again, and the whole lecture process did not have any mistakes. So far, it has been going very smoothly.
But Jiang Yanche still kept a bit of caution. From just now, the [Star] in his pocket would tremble for no reason, which was slightly abnormal.
This is the calm before the storm, and this calm, in the end, ended with the end of the lecture.
"Professor Liu, I have heard of your name for a long time! "
Accompanying Liu Minsheng to clean up the desk, a school leader sitting in the front row of the audience stood up and walked towards the stage with a smile.
This smile, polite and hypocritical, Jiang Yanche is used to it, but he knows this leader, the secretary of the School of Literature, named Shang Zhou. Whether Jiang Yanche can pass the doctoral examination in literature depends on her mood in some aspects. So, Jiang Yanche nodded in response, as for the smile...
Sorry, in such an environment where he needs to look ahead and behind, he can't smile for the time being.
And Shang Zhou? It seems that he automatically ignores Jiang Yanche, and only has Liu Minsheng in his eyes. Look, the two of them hold hands tightly, smile on their faces, and greet each other.
With It was more like a business talk than a greeting.
As the saying goes, too much talk leads to mistakes. Jiang Yanche had already packed up the desk and put on a backpack with a notebook on his back. He looked up and saw a flash of white in his sight.
This white was very abrupt. No matter how fast or how big it was, it didn't look like a human.
His sight was focused on where the white disappeared. There, behind the rows of red seats in the auditorium, a small head suddenly popped out.
Oh... just a cat.
Jiang Yanche admitted that he had been a little paranoid and nervous during this period.
But the tension in his heart had just relaxed when Professor Liu's exclamation from behind him tightened it again:
"Secretary Shang! Secretary Shang, are you okay?"
His pupils shrank and Jiang Yanche turned his head sharply. Shang Zhou, who was just chatting and laughing, had a stiff smile on his face. He covered his chest with his left hand and fell to the ground, curling up into a ball.
This disease...
"Cardiac arrest, emergency treatment!"
Jiang Yanche dropped the lecture materials in his hand, squatted down, came to Shang Zhou's side, and wanted to perform CPR on her, but when his palm just touched Shang Zhou's chest, Jiang Yanche was stunned, and his originally hurried movements stagnated.
"What's wrong..."
Professor Liu's question came from behind, but to Jiang Yanche, this voice was no longer the original Professor Liu's voice, it seemed more ethereal and distant.
The feeling of being watched surged into his heart again, but this time, Jiang Yanche responded in time:
"Ah, nothing, just suddenly realized that some genders are a little inconvenient."
Then, Jiang Yanche no longer hesitated, recalled the first aid knowledge in his mind, and started CPR.
But as he was doing it, Jiang Yanche's face turned pale.
For no other reason, there was no touch of skin at the start, Jiang Yanche would rather believe that he touched a layer of dry bark.
And during the pressing process, he only felt that he was massaging a piece of dead wood.
Even if Shang Zhou's heart stopped suddenly, her skin couldn't stiffen so quickly. She looked like she had been dead for several hours.
And she looked like a dried corpse that had lost moisture but had not yet rotted!
"Make way, make way, the school doctor is here!"
Shang Zhou's sudden fall also caused a commotion among the teachers and students below the stage, and someone immediately went to find the school doctor.
The school doctor was an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with more than a dozen young medical students following behind him. He was also a teacher at the School of Medicine of Yuwang University.
"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang!"
First aid should be left to professionals. Jiang Yanche was thoughtful as he watched the school doctor perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on his behalf, with no change in his expression. But before he could figure out anything, a familiar call pulled his thoughts back.
Luo Wuyou?
What a coincidence?
Jiang Yanche had his usual indifference on his face, and waved to Luo Wuyou as a greeting.
As a medical student, Luo Wuyou naturally joined the first aid work.
"Luo Wuyou!"
Cardiopulmonary resuscitation is a tiring job, and it often requires several people to take turns to perform it. When it was Luo Wuyou's turn, he was interrupted by Jiang Yanche's call just as he put his hand on Shang Zhou.
This was the first time Jiang Yanche called other people who entered the dream by their real names. For a while, it was a bit unfamiliar.
The two looked at each other, and the next moment, Luo Wuyou's face was horrified.
Jiang Yanche naturally knew the reason for his change of face, and reminded him:
"Do cardiopulmonary resuscitation seriously. You can't be careless at this time. If Secretary Shang gets into trouble, it will be a loss to the entire literary world!"
Being able to become a medical student, Luo Wuyou looked very immature on the surface, but his comprehension ability was not low. Immediately, his complexion returned to normal, and he continued the standard cardiopulmonary resuscitation movements.
At the door, there was another commotion. It was a few medical staff carrying a stretcher, but at this time, they were stopped by a group of people in police uniforms. The two sides seemed to hold their own opinions and started arguing.
Jiang Yanche moved closer, and the sound of the dispute between the two sides was clear to the ear.
"It is our job as doctors to rescue all patients. Please move aside!"
"There is no need for this. On behalf of the Yuwang City Criminal Brigade, I regret to inform you that she is dead."
"Many patients with cardiac arrest can still recover their heartbeats after first aid. As public officials, are you so arbitrary and worthy of your clothes?"
"Of course, if it is a normal situation, you can rescue at will, but this time... It's different. She is already the fifth victim since the case happened!"
...
Case?
Why did a seemingly ordinary cardiac arrest rise to the level of a case?
I want to get closer and eavesdrop on more information.
But just as Jiang Yanche took a step, the dispute at the door had ended, and seven or eight criminal personnel rushed into the lecture hall.
Among them, a figure who looked like a captain went straight to the stage and turned on the microphone:
"I am Lin Qi, the captain of the Yuwang City Criminal Brigade. Clear the scene! Everyone at the scene, leave as soon as possible."
As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes fell on the medical students who were still rescuing: "Including you."
Luo Wuyou was naturally puzzled and wanted to raise questions, but as soon as he raised his head, he met Jiang Yanche's warning eyes, and he stopped talking.
But Jiang Yanche also didn't know what happened, but he believed that he would know.
Thinking of this, he tilted his head slightly.
Among the seven or eight criminals, there was one person who was hiding his shadow, but his facial contour was very familiar————Si Qin!