What was going on?
Ji Yanzhi turned to Ji Ting. "Did you hit him?"
"No." Strictly speaking, he hadn't even touched the man's clothes.
Ji Yanzhi pointed at Director Wu on the floor. "Then why did he pass out?"
Xu Ren looked blank, as though he had suffered some terrible shock and had yet to recover. "Maybe... it was too much of a shock... He couldn't take it..."
Lu Yanchu stepped forward to take a look, then smiled at the three of them. "He's not faking it. He really passed out."
Then how could you still smile?
Although he wasn't particularly inclined to help, Ji Yanzhi still took out his phone, ready to call an ambulance.
Just then, Ji Ting suddenly said, "Wait."
He walked over, pulling two tissues from the table along the way, then laid them over Director Wu's chest.
Ji Ting first checked his carotid pulse, then watched him for another ten seconds or so. Once he confirmed there were no convulsions, he reached through the tissues-
Ji Yanzhi looked as though something filthy had sullied his eyes. "Ji Ting."
"Aaaah!!"
With a scream, Director Wu sprang upright, then frantically pawed at his chest, rubbing it as he gasped.
Lu Yanchu found the fainting episode amusing and looked at Ji Ting. "How does that work?"
"For impaired consciousness that isn't caused by a medical condition, like drunkenness, pinching this spot works better than pressing the philtrum." Ji Ting thought for a moment, then added, "If you can't tell the difference, don't use this method. Calling an ambulance is still the best option."
Now that the man was awake and he had said everything he needed to, he looked at Director Wu. "Think it over carefully. Before tomorrow..."
"No, no, no!" Director Wu hadn't even had time to