Li Mingxi, startled, withdrew her hand. She pulled over his wrist to check his pulse.
His pulse was very weak. He was in mortal danger!
"Xiao Lang!" Li Mingxi was so frightened that she didn't know what to do. She quickly checked his body and found that the back of his head had a gash, bleeding profusely.
This idiot, why didn't he mention he was injured earlier!
Li Mingxi got up and searched around, finally finding some herbs to stop the bleeding.
She picked a lot of herbs, chewed them up, and applied them to his wound, then tore off a piece of clothing to wrap around it.
All of this was just simple first aid, not very useful for Xiao Lang's current condition.
The immediate concern was to keep him warm, preserve his body temperature.
But she didn't know how to make fire like Xiao Lang could.
Li Mingxi could only use a simple method: rubbing his palms, the soles of his feet, and his chest to ease his body.
