I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

At this moment, Liu Yang chimed in, "In a state of extreme oxygen deprivation, the brain will mobilize a large number of memory fragments, especially those related to warmth and safety, which can cause hallucinations."

"This is a very common medical condition, don't overthink it."

Liu Yang was both silencing Zhou Haibo and comforting herself.

Wu Hanfeng will definitely be fine.

A moment of silence fell over the car, then Chen Zhiyuan urged, "Faster! Faster!"

Driver: "Company commander, this is already the fastest we can go. Any faster and we'll be flying."

Chen Zhiyuan: "Then let's fly!"

The car sped along the cement road in the camp, bumping and jolting.

Wu Hanfeng's body swayed along with it, but the smile on his lips remained unchanged.

A mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

[Ding! First stage of fusion complete! Physique increased by 20%.]

[4 breakthrough attempts remaining!]

Unfortunately, Wu Hanfeng was unconscious at the moment and couldn't hear the voice, otherwise he would have definitely cursed.

In the medical team's corridor, several guerrilla soldiers were queuing outside the injection room.

Inside the injection room, Lin Xiao held a syringe in her hand.

A private was lying face down in front of him, with only a small part of his buttocks showing.

The private gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands, clenched his teeth, and frowned.

Lin Xiao: "Relax, it doesn't hurt."

Then the needle pierced his skin violently, and the private nearly crushed his back teeth the instant it went in.

"alright."

Lin Xiao pulled out the needle and pressed the cotton swab onto the injection site.

"Next!"

The private who had been pricked with the needle straightened up, his eyes red.

He pulled up his pants with one hand and covered his buttocks with the other, limping out of the injection room.

As I walked out, I saw my comrades queuing behind me and said with a wry smile, "It doesn't hurt...it really doesn't hurt that much..."

The people in line fell silent.

You look worse than if you were crying. How can it not hurt?

He Dong sat on a bench in the corridor, clutching his stomach with both hands.

Li Pengfei sat next to him, looking slightly better, but not much better.

It's been several days since that feast of "soul-severing peppers".

Logically, their acute gastroenteritis should have healed by now.

The problem is that, although the food served to the disciplinary team in the canteen these past two days is no longer that awful dish, the taste is still indescribable.

As a result, the disciplinary team's stomach problems kept recurring.

It wasn't so serious that the entire army was wiped out, but it was definitely not comfortable either, and several people had to come to the medical team every day.

Today, it's He Dong and Li Pengfei's turn.

"Squad leader, when do you think Wang Erniu will get over his anger?"

Li Pengfei replied weakly, "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

He Dong asked with a distressed expression, "Didn't Squad Leader Wu say that the matter was over? Why is the food still like this?"

Li Pengfei: "He has moved on, but Wang Erniu hasn't. He wants to avenge his old squad leader."

"It's just not excessive."

"But they'll still make things difficult for us for a few days, just to vent their anger."

He Dong wailed, "How many more days?"

Li Pengfei looked up and glanced at the injection room, where a patient was groaning.

He replied in a barely audible voice, "Just wait."

"We still have to take this injection today."

He Dong: "Squad leader, could we have someone else administer this injection today?"

"Squad Leader Lin of the medical team is too... too... impartial..."

Li Pengfei countered, "Who should we replace them with?"

"Right now, he's the only veteran nursing squad leader in the medical team; the rest are all greenhorns. Do you want to be used as practice subjects by these newbies?"

He Dong thought for a moment and then decisively shook his head.

Li Pengfei comforted him, saying, "It's just one injection anyway, it'll be over in a flash."

As they were talking, the door to the medical team's office was suddenly pushed open.

A veteran wearing a training uniform and the rank of second-class sergeant rushed in, carrying an unconscious new recruit on his shoulder.

"Medical officer! Medical officer!"

The medic, Xiao Zhou, immediately ran over and asked, "What happened?!"

Sergeant No. 2: "I fainted during training. I was halfway through the five-kilometer run when I just collapsed on the ground."

Xiao Zhou: "Come with me, there are portable hospital beds here."

In the corridor, soldiers who came to see a doctor made way for each other, and those who were sitting but could stand up also stood up to see what was happening.

He Dong and Li Pengfei also stood up to watch.

When they saw the face on the hospital bed, their pupils contracted sharply at the same time.

It's him!

Li Pengfei was utterly shocked. "Squad Leader Wu? How could it be him?"

Hearing the commotion outside, Lin Xiao ran out with a syringe in her hand.

Just as I was about to ask what had happened, I saw the person lying on the hospital bed.

"Brother Feng?!"

"What's wrong with you?!"