The hospital is too busy, so I'm going to join the army and become a top soldier!

A hospital in Shanghai.

2:57 a.m.

The emergency building was still brightly lit.

The corridor was filled with patients, their families, nurses, trolleys, and IV stands.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood, plus the pungent odor of vomit from an intoxicated patient.

Shen Yan stood outside the emergency room.

The white coat was wrinkled like dried pickled vegetables, the collar was stained with blood, the cuffs were stained with iodine, and the eyes were bloodshot.

He glanced down at his watch; it was 2:57 a.m.

Thirty-six hours have passed since he took over his shift at 7:30 a.m. the day before yesterday!

Thirty-six hours!

During this time, he only dozed off for about ten minutes next to the nurses' station.

I had just dozed off when I was woken up by a nurse's voice saying, "The car accident victim is here."

Then came the rescue efforts.

After the emergency treatment, I still have to go back to write medical orders for the patients under my care, complete medical records, and write progress notes.

That's not all. I finally had some free time, but my supervisor started urging me to write my thesis.

After going through this whole process, Shen Yan felt like he was completely drained!

He is the youngest medical doctor in the country this year.

Twenty-seven years old, a young backbone member of the emergency surgery department!

Outstanding talents featured on the hospital's bulletin board!

The key student the director wanted to train, the genius and hardworking student the mentor talked about, and the life-saving doctor the patient's family said!

The series of labels sounded very glamorous.

But what's the reality?

In reality, they just move people wherever they're short-staffed!

He's the new guy who has to do all the work that nobody wants to do!

The old guys can't handle the night shifts, but he's young, so he has to step in!

He has to step in if anyone else can't save a patient, because he's the best at it!

……

As for rest?

Stop messing around!

Young people should have a spirit of dedication!

Young people need to exercise more!

If young people don't get promoted now, how will they get professional titles later?

If young people don't work hard now, how will they get ahead in the future?

……

Shen Yan was almost sick of hearing those words.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples; they felt swollen, painful, and stuffy, making him feel nauseous.

Just then, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Shen Yan took it out and glanced at it.

Sure enough, it was news from the Chief Director!

[Shen Yan, please complete the progress notes for bed number seven!]

Also, please compile the data for your paper tonight; I need to see it tomorrow morning!

Young people, don't be afraid of hard work. The more you shoulder now, the more senior you'll become later!

Shen Yan stared at the screen.

It didn't move for a long time.

What does it mean to carry more?

He persevered through the pressure all the way from his undergraduate studies to graduating with his doctorate!

But the result?

As a result, he's so tired now that he can barely stand!

My salary is enough to live comfortably in Shanghai, but I can't afford a decent house!

There's nothing we can do; he's not senior enough, and he wouldn't even be considered for a position based on seniority!

Inside the emergency room, the monitor was still beeping.

The nurse quickly ran past him.

"Dr. Shen!"

"The blood pressure in bed three has dropped!"

Shen Yan was about to lift his foot.

Available in the next second.

A sudden tightness gripped my chest.

His steps faltered.

The sounds around me began to fade into the distance, and the corridor lights began to turn white.

"Oh no, it's a heart attack!"

Shen Yan diagnosed the cause of his illness almost instantly.

He instinctively reached out to hold onto the wall for support, but as soon as his hand touched the wall, he couldn't help but slide down.

"Dr. Shen! What's wrong?"

Someone shouted.

Immediately following was a flurry of footsteps.

"Dr. Shen has collapsed!"

"Quick! Call for help!"

"Does he have low blood sugar?"

"Check your blood pressure first!"

Shen Yan lay on the cold floor tiles.

All that remained in his mind's eye was the stark white light of the hospital corridor flashing past.

One lamp.

Two cups.

……

The white light was blindingly bright.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a single word.

He tried to raise his hand, but couldn't even lift a finger.

Before his consciousness faded, only one thought remained in his mind.

It turns out that doctors can also die in hospitals, and in a very undignified way!

"Being a doctor is fucking tough!"

"In my next life, I'd never be a doctor again!"

……

"classmate?"

"Wake up, kid!"

"The recruitment drive has already started, what are you doing sleeping here?"

Shen Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and the blinding sunlight shone into them.

He instinctively took a breath.

There was no smell of disinfectant or the beeping of monitors around.

There were no cries of despair from family members outside the emergency room!

All I could hear was the sound of a basketball hitting the ground in the distance!

Shen Yan was stunned.

He looked down and saw a pair of young, clean hands.

The fingers are long and slender with distinct knuckles, and there is no dryness or cracking from frequent handwashing and disinfection.

There is no stiffness as you would feel after holding surgical instruments for a long time.

There was none of that uncontrollable slight trembling that I experienced after enduring thirty-six hours in my previous life.

These aren't his hands when he was twenty-seven!

This is my hand when I was eighteen!

Shen Yan's breath hitched.

He looked up abruptly and realized that he wasn't in a hospital corridor.

Instead, it was a familiar yet unfamiliar university campus!

The playground and the school building.

And in the distance was that medical school laboratory building he had remembered for many years!

Shen Yan immediately took out his phone.

The screen lit up, and the date was clearly displayed.

October 15, 2012

The day has begun for college students to register for military service!

Shen Yan stared at his phone screen for a good ten seconds.

Then, he slowly smiled.

As I laughed, my eyes started to sting.

He is now certain that he has been reborn!

A medical doctor who died suddenly at the age of 27 in a hospital emergency room corridor is reborn back to the age of 18.

I've gone back to when I was a freshman at medical school, just one month into the semester!

He returned to where the road had just begun!

The boy next to him who woke him up looked puzzled.

"Shen Yan, are you alright?"

"Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"

Shen Yan turned and glanced at him.

Zhao Peng, my freshman roommate.

The two had a good relationship in their previous life.

However, Zhao Peng did not continue studying medicine and changed his major after graduation and internship.

Many people in the class laughed at him at the time.

They said he lacked perseverance.

They said he couldn't endure hardship.

They said he wasted his clinical medicine spot!

But what happened next?

After graduating, Zhao Peng went to work for a medical device company.

A few years after graduation, their monthly salary was much higher than the annual salary of these medical students!

Shen Yan herself went on to pursue a master's degree, a doctorate, and worked her way up to a top-tier hospital, eventually becoming a specialist in emergency medicine.

In the end, they got so caught up in it that they lost their lives!

Thinking of this, Shen Yan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

He used to think that Zhao Peng's failure to persevere was due to his own incompetence.

I'm only now realizing that what they called cutting their losses in time!

I'm the one who's jumping into the fire!

Zhao Peng felt uneasy under his gaze.

"No, man, are you really okay?"

"My senior said the recruitment presentation was quite interesting, so we came over to check it out."

"And then you just sit here and stare blankly."

"You didn't stay up late reading last night, did you?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Peng pointed ahead.

"Let's go over and listen."

Shen Yan looked in the direction he was pointing.

A red banner hangs in the school square.

[Dedicate your passionate youth to the military, join the army with your pen to serve your country!]

Several rows of display boards were placed below the banner.

Policy on college students enlisting in the military.

Tuition compensation, returning to school after military service, taking the military academy entrance exam, promotion from soldier to officer...

Several conscription officers in military uniforms were explaining the process to the students who had gathered around.

Shen Yan stared at the banner and suddenly fell silent.

He had seen this scene in his previous life.

At that time, he was just passing by, without even stopping.

Because he wanted to grab a seat at the library.

You need to memorize systemic anatomy and pass the CET-4 and CET-6 exams.

He wants to get the highest GPA in his major, starting from his freshman year!

At that time, he had only one thought in his mind.

Study hard in medicine and become the best doctor!

he made it!

Ranked first in undergraduate studies, guaranteed admission to postgraduate program, pursued a doctorate, and got a job at the best hospital in Shanghai after graduation!

Become the youngest medical doctor in the country!

But in the end, he collapsed in the emergency room corridor.

Shen Yan suddenly felt that his past self was ridiculous.

He saved so many people, but couldn't save himself.

Zhao Peng was still nagging beside him.

"Actually, the policy for college students to join the army is quite good."

"But I doubt many of us who study medicine will go, right?"

"The future of clinical medicine is bright. We worked so hard to get in, who would want to join the army in their freshman year?"

"Besides, the military is tough too. I heard they run five kilometers every day, do push-ups, pull-ups, hand-to-hand combat, and cross-country running."

"With my small frame, I'd probably be ruined by the old sergeant on the first day!"

As Zhao Peng spoke, he patted his potbelly.

Shen Yan didn't reply; he looked down at his eighteen-year-old body.

Young, healthy, and not yet drained by one night shift after another.

I haven't been worn down into a walking corpse by papers, medical records, consultations, and on-call duties.

His biggest regret in his past life was that his body wasn't healthy enough!

Before doctors can save lives, they must first be healthy themselves!

If you can't even live your own life, how can you talk about saving lives?

He will not abandon medicine in this life.

That's something ingrained in your bones.

But he can no longer go to the hospital like he did in his previous life.

In this life, he's going to live for himself properly!

And now, the opportunity is right in front of us!

force!

Shen Yan suddenly stood up.

Zhao Peng was taken aback.

What are you doing?

Shen Yan stared at the conscription propaganda office.

"I want to sign up."

Zhao Peng blinked.

"Huh? What did you register for?"

Shen Yan spoke calmly.

"I want to enlist in the army!"

Zhao Peng's expression froze instantly.

Holy crap!

"Shen Yan, have you gone mad?"

"You're in clinical medicine, a top-tier major! You'll have endless money to earn and countless red envelopes to receive right after graduation!"

"You're giving up a bright future to join the army? Are you crazy?"

Shen Yan ignored him.

He strode toward the recruitment propaganda office.

A large group of students gathered in front of the publicity office.

But most people are just watching the spectacle.

Some people took brochures, some took photos, and some asked if they could change their major after leaving the military.

But very few people actually wanted to fill out the form and register.

Shen Yan walked to the table.

The teacher in charge of publicity looked up at him.

"Excuse me, would you like to know about the military service policy?"

Shen Yan asked directly:

"Teacher, can freshmen enroll?"

The teacher was taken aback.

"Freshman year? Of course!"

"What's your major? Clinical medicine."

As soon as he said that, several students nearby looked over.

Clinical medicine?

Freshman year?

Enlist in the army?

This combination is somewhat unusual.

The teacher's eyes lit up.

"Hello, medical students!"

"The military needs medical professionals like you!"

"However, the training period for clinical medicine is long and the academic pressure is heavy. After serving two years in the military, I may not be able to keep up with the pace of learning."

"Excuse me, wouldn't you like to find out more before you register?"

Zhao Peng caught up, panting.

"Teacher, he probably just acted on impulse."

"Shen Yan, calm down!"

"We've only just started school!"

"You haven't even figured out where the anatomy building is, and you want to go to the military?"

"Aren't you just making a scene?"