I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Dr. Xu, how are these three people?" Han Song asked anxiously.

Xu Hongtao took a deep breath and said irritably, "What's going on? They're all experiencing fatigue-induced fainting, just like the other trainees! But these two officers also have hypoglycemia!"

"Does your training unit not give people food? Or sleep? From the trainees to the instructors, everyone's acting like they've been ripped out of their souls!"

Han Song and Du Hong exchanged a glance, both seeing deep helplessness and guilt in each other's eyes.

Eat? Sleep?

The captain and the others wanted to sleep last night.

Someone has to give way!

Who knew they'd run into a troublemaker like Wu Hanfeng, who would be out in the middle of the night dressed as a military police officer, arresting people for violations.

Now look what's happened. Five trainees and three cadres, a total of eight, have all confessed here.

If they hadn't had a place to sleep last night, we would have needed to add two more beds here!

"Take him to the infusion room first, put him on a glucose drip, give him oxygen, and observe him for two hours." After giving the instructions, Xu Hongtao turned to Han Song, "You, tell me exactly what happened."

Han Song opened his mouth, but really didn't know where to begin.

Zhao Zhiqiang, panting heavily, walked over as well: "Doctor, what about us? We're victims too! We chased after them the whole way, our legs are numb!"

Xu Hongtao glanced at them and sneered, "The fact that you guys didn't faint means you can still breathe. Go do what you're supposed to do and don't take up space."

Zhao Zhiqiang: "..."

He suddenly realized that going out on patrol today was a huge mistake.

………………

The infusion room of the medical team was completely full of eight beds.

The five on the left are students from the elite class, and the three on the right are officers from the training team.

Zhao Yihang and the others are slowly regaining consciousness.

Although their eyes were still closed, their complexions were much better than when they were first brought in, and their breathing was much more steady.

Zhao Yihang, in particular, would occasionally utter a few incoherent words in his sleep.

"Brother Feng... running... don't leave me behind..."

"Mom... leave me a piece of meat..."

The scene in the cadre area on the right was much worse.

Qin Gang lay on the bed, his brows furrowed and his face ashen.

Two bottles of liquid were hanging by Liu Zhen's bedside. He was curled up in a ball, shivering from time to time.

Xu Hongtao stood in the aisle between the two rows of beds, holding a stethoscope, like a military doctor inspecting a battlefield. He glanced to the left and right before finally fixing his gaze on Han Song.

"Tell me," Xu Hongtao said with a sigh of relief, then asked him, "What exactly are you training your training squad doing? How can you train so many people to the point of fainting? From trainees to instructors, eight of them!"

"Eight of them! I've worked in this medical team for almost ten years and I've never seen anything like this!"

Han Song stood at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall, rubbing his aching calves while forcing a wry smile.

"Dr. Xu, you probably won't believe me if I tell you this."

"You go first, and I'll decide for myself whether I believe you or not."

Han Song took a deep breath, as if organizing his thoughts.

Du Hong, Zhao Zhiqiang, and two other inspectors also gathered around, all listening intently.

The soldiers waiting to see a doctor in the corridor were already bored, and when they heard that they were going to hear about "what happened", they all crowded to the door of the infusion room.

Everyone craned their necks, ready to watch the drama unfold.

Xu Hongtao turned his head and glared at them, but didn't chase them away.

He was actually curious too.

There's an absurdity to this whole thing, and he won't be able to sleep soundly tonight until he gets to the bottom of it.

Han Song sighed again before slowly speaking.

"Here's what happened."

"This morning, several trainees said they wanted to intensify their training, and the captain agreed, making them run 10 kilometers with 25 kilograms of weight."

"And they still felt it was too light, so they added more weight! Each person was carrying more than 30 kilograms."

hiss!

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock!

Thirty kilograms, it's amazing they could pull that off.

How the hell can that even run?

Han Song continued:

"They went full speed ahead for the 10-kilometer armed cross-country race, not slowing down for the first three kilometers, not slowing down for the sixth, and then, in the end, they actually started to 'give laps' to others."

Zhao Zhiqiang was completely confused: "What kind of ring?"

Han Song said, "They just voluntarily added extra kilometers after completing the required 10 kilometers, and that's how they managed to turn 10 kilometers into 13 kilometers, 16 kilometers, 20 kilometers or more!"

"This isn't training, it's more like they're here to challenge us..." Zhao Zhiqiang muttered.

"Let's not talk about that now," Xu Hongtao waved his hand. "Get to the point. How did those five people faint?"

Han Song said, "When we reached the thirteen-kilometer mark, the student named Hao Qiang couldn't take it anymore. The other students from the peak class supported him and made him run for a while longer, until he finally fainted."

"Then one by one, they all collapsed."

"Four first-year soldiers, one after another, ran themselves into a stupor. By the time the fifth one collapsed, only Wu Hanfeng was still running."

"When our captain saw that five people had fainted, he felt that he couldn't let him continue, so he led his men to stop him."

At this point, Han Song's expression became extremely complicated.

"As a result, even our battalion commander, company commander, and several squad leaders combined couldn't catch up with him."

Xu Hongtao's eyes widened: "You mean, a group of you instructors couldn't catch up with a trainee who ran nearly 20 kilometers carrying over 40 kilograms?"

Han Song nodded with difficulty: "It's not that we can't catch up, it's that we can't even get close to him. That kid runs like a rabbit, and the more we chase him, the more energetic he gets."

"Our captain was so angry he was cursing, but he just couldn't catch up. After chasing for several kilometers, the kid suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, unconscious."

"When the captain and Captain Liu saw that the man had collapsed, they figured the tension they'd been holding in suddenly snapped, especially since he hadn't slept well the night before and hadn't eaten anything this morning..."

Han Song paused for a moment, glancing at Xu Hongtao somewhat guiltily.

"And then?" Xu Hongtao urged.

"Then...they both collapsed too."

Xu Hongtao: "..."

Zhao Zhiqiang: "..."

Sun Ming: "..."

Li Wei: "..."

An eerie silence fell over the entire infusion room.

A few seconds later.

"puff--"

I don't know who couldn't hold back and burst out laughing first.

Then, like a contagious disease, one after another, the soldiers watching the commotion at the gate began to stifle their laughter.

Xu Hongtao glared fiercely at the doorway, but the corners of his mouth were uncontrollably turning upwards.

He has been a doctor for nearly twenty years and has seen all sorts of bizarre injuries.

Some people train themselves to the point of rhabdomyolysis.

There are people who have ruptured their meniscus while running five kilometers.

There are people who have broken their noses while playing basketball.

But he had never seen anything like it before—a group of instructors chasing a single trainee until they themselves became dizzy.

This is absolutely outrageous.