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

Wei Shanjia was stuffing a baked bun into his mouth.

Upon hearing Ga Wa's words, he immediately stopped moving.

"Shepherd boy, don't talk nonsense!"

"Making a name for yourself isn't that easy!"

Ga Wa glanced at him.

"It might not be easy for us."

"Not necessarily for Shen Yan!"

Wei Shanjia was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. He was about to refute it, but found that he couldn't find a reason at all.

Shen Yan had only been in the army for a little over a month.

A second-class merit award.

A third-class merit award!

The speed at which this guy achieved meritorious service cannot be measured by ordinary standards.

Wei Shanjia slowly turned his head and looked at Shen Yan.

"Confess!"

"What did you do today?"

"Why did Company Commander Zheng suddenly send you so many things?"

The other students in Class Two also stopped grabbing the baked buns.

All eyes were focused on Shen Yan.

Even Gao Zhenhai stopped chewing.

He was only focused on eating.

Now that I've come to my senses, I realize that something about this whole thing is amiss.

Although Zheng Guoliang usually says nice things and always claims that the medical corps is Shen Yan's second home,

But for a medical company commander to suddenly send out a hundred baked buns and ten servings of hand-pulled rice is definitely not ordinary care!

"Xiao Shen, what did you do with Company Commander Zheng today?"

Gao Zhenhai asked.

"Nothing."

Shen Yan casually picked up a baked bun.

"I went to the military hospital with him."

Wei Shanjia stared intently at Shen Yan.

"What are you doing at the military hospital?"

"A comrade had an accident at the regimental vehicle depot, and his right forearm was completely severed by machinery."

Shen Yan said:

"We first helped the veteran at the scene to stop the bleeding and preserve the severed limb, and then we took him to the military hospital."

The atmosphere in Class Two's dormitory gradually quieted down.

Although no one saw it with their own eyes, they could imagine how serious the injury must be.

One arm is completely severed!

This is no longer a typical training injury.

It's not a problem that Shen Yan can solve by giving a few massages or snapping it back together!

Gao Zhenhai's expression was serious.

"How is he?"

"The surgery went smoothly."

Shen Yan took a bite of the baked bun.

"I have reattached my severed right forearm."

The dormitory was completely quiet.

Wei Shanjia's mouth slowly opened wide.

He stared at Shen Yan for several seconds before asking incredulously:

"You took him back?"

"How do I answer?"

"Did they sew it on with a needle?"

Shen Yan thought for a moment.

"More or less."

Wei Shanjia almost choked on his words "almost"!

What does "almost the same" mean?

That was a whole severed arm!

It's not like a tear in a garment that you can just sew up with a needle and thread!

Liang Zheng didn't have a deep understanding of medicine, but he was aware of the difficulty of limb replantation.

He immediately pressed on with the question:

"You participated in the surgery?"

"I was of some help."

Shen Yan answered very calmly.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in Class Two became complicated.

Did you help me out a little?

The credibility of Shen Yan's "little bit" is extremely low!

He said he knew a little about massage, and as a result, the medical staff lined up to learn from him.

He said he was in pretty good physical condition, and he ended up beating the top physical fitness test taker in the recruit training camp!

He now says he helped a little in the limb replantation surgery.

Anyone who takes this seriously is a complete fool!

Gao Zhenhai clearly didn't believe it either.

"Did you really help even a little?"

Shen Yan smiled and said in a calm tone.

"We first treated the severed limbs, cleaned the wound, and identified the blood vessels, nerves, and tendons."

"Later, the radial artery was severely damaged and could not be directly anastomosed, so I used my own vein for bridging."

"Subsequently, I also participated in the repair of the ulnar artery, vein, tendon, and major nerves."

……

The students in Class Two were completely baffled by these technical terms.

What radial artery, what autologous vein bridging?

They basically couldn't understand it!

But there was one thing they all understood!

Shen Yan wasn't just handing out tools or moving things around in the operating room.

He actually participated in the surgery!

And he even helped someone reattach their arm!

Wei Shanjia looked at Shen Yan and suddenly felt a bit choked by the baked bun in his mouth.

"Aren't you a freshman at Fu Jen Catholic University's School of Medicine?"

"Um."

"You guys start teaching people how to reattach arms in their freshman year?"

"We don't teach under normal circumstances."

"Then how come you do that?"

"I have reviewed the relevant medical documents and surgical videos."

Wei Shanjia fell silent.

They were looking at documents and watching videos!

Shen Yan has used this excuse countless times since he joined the army.

What's most infuriating is that, when others look at something, they just feel like they've seen it.

After reading it, Shen Yan really dared to try it out!

Are first-year students at Fu Jen Catholic University's School of Medicine really that scary?

A new recruit couldn't help but ask.

"impossible!"

Wei Shanjia immediately retorted.

"I'm also from Fudan University!"

"If the school were full of people like this, I'd be overwhelmed by their sheer number!"

After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong.

I was originally from the sports academy.

It seems like there's no need to take the test with people from medical school.

After digesting what Shen Yan had just said, Liang Zheng's expression was equally complicated.

"Limb replantation requires the reconstruction of bones, blood vessels, nerves, and tendons."

"Even doctors at military hospitals may not be able to perform this kind of surgery independently."

"Your participation in the most critical vascular and nerve repair is more than just simple help."

Wei Shanjia felt even more distressed after hearing this.

Liang Zheng is a platoon leader who graduated from a regular military academy.

He said this matter was not simple, which proves that what Shen Yan did today was even more outrageous than they imagined!

Gao Zhenhai suddenly thought of something.

Did Company Commander Zheng say whether you'll be awarded a merit this time?

Upon hearing this, Wei Shanjia immediately perked up his ears.

Shen Yan continued calmly:

"Company Commander Zheng said it should at least be a third-class merit award."

"However, the specifics will depend on how the group studies the situation."

pat!

The baked bun in Wei Shanjia's hand fell onto the table.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and slowly leaned against the bed frame.

"Another third-class merit award?"

"You've only been in the army for a little over a month!"

"One second-class merit, one third-class merit, and now another third-class merit?"

"Do you think military medals are like steamed buns in the canteen, something you collect one at a time?"

Shen Yan corrected him earnestly:

"Hey, you can't say that! It hasn't been officially approved yet!"

"Is there a difference?"

Wei Shanjia said with grief and indignation:

"Company Commander Zheng said it's at least a third-class merit, how could they possibly escape?"

He looked at Shen Yan, then at himself.

Everyone put on their new recruit uniforms on the same day.

Shen Yan, on the other hand, not only has his training results become more and more abnormal every day, but it's also that he's doing well.

Going out to save someone earns a third-class merit.

Go out for another surgery, and you'll get another third-class merit!

At this rate, before basic training is even over, will Shen Yan's chest be covered in medals?

You're just messing around with Hoonjong, aren't you?

The little boy, holding his pilaf, earnestly comforted her:

"Friend, don't be sad."

"Shen Yan went out today, reattached an arm, and incidentally earned a third-class merit award."

"You didn't waste your day, did you?"

Wei Shanjia looked up at him.

"What did I do?"

"You leveled up two ranks in the game!"

Wei Shanjia felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart again!

Advancing two levels in the game is equivalent to receiving a third-class merit in real life.

Are these things that can be compared side-by-side?

Gao Zhenhai couldn't help but smile, but he still forced a straight face.

"The credit hasn't been officially approved yet, so you're not allowed to go out and talk about it!"

"Also, eat properly and don't waste food!"

Wei Shanjia looked down at the baked bun that had fallen on the table, picked it up again, and took a big bite.

Ga Wa was a little confused.

"Didn't you just say that baked buns don't smell good anymore?"

"So it seems like you're not happy inside, but your mouth still tastes good!"

Wei Shanjia said with righteous indignation:

"Besides, Shen Yan earned this with a third-class merit!"

"I have to eat a few more for him; I can't let his contribution go to waste!"

Gao Zhenhai kicked Wei Shanjia in the buttocks.

"Just say you want more food!"

"Stop using Shen Yan's achievements to justify your pregnancy!"

Laughter erupted in the dormitory of Class Two.

Wei Shanjia took a kick, but he didn't put down the baked buns.

Turn grief and anger into appetite!

He has to eat a lot tonight!

Eat all of Ga Wa's and Shen Yan's portions!

……

The next morning.

When the morning exercise started, Wei Shanjia was exceptionally enthusiastic.

He lay in bed last night, thinking for a long time.

Merit is something that cannot be forced.

Shen Yan's medical skills are outrageous; he can't compare to him for now.

In terms of military training, I am a national first-class athlete at the Fudan University School of Physical Education!

His physical fitness is his greatest advantage!

He refused to believe that he would be outmatched by Shen Yan in every training exercise from now on!

With this in mind, Wei Shanjia was incredibly energetic when he was doing morning exercises!

Ga Wa followed beside him and watched him for a while.

"Hey friend, why are you running so hard today?"

Wei Shanjia rolled his eyes.

"Is it wrong for you to be upset?"

Ga Wa chuckled and continued handing over the knife: "No matter how fast you run, you can't catch up with Shen Yan's third-class merit!"

Wei Shanjia lost his footing and almost stepped on the heel of the comrade in front of him.

"Little boy!"

"Don't talk while running!"

Gao Zhenhai's voice came from behind.

The little boy immediately shut up.

Wei Shanjia felt even more grief and indignation.

This shepherd boy's mouth is getting more and more scathing!

In addition, he had a second-class merit award, while I had nothing.

This disparity made Wei Shanjia very upset!

After morning exercises and breakfast, Gao Zhenhai did not lead the second class in continued formation training as usual.

He led everyone to another training area.

A wooden box was placed on the side of the field.

Gao Zhenhai walked over and patted the box.

"Have you gotten tired of standing at attention, practicing drills, and running physical exercises all month?"

No one in Class Two dared to speak.

But in my mind, I answered the same question.

I've been annoyed by this for ages!

Especially queue training.

I practiced over and over again every day, and I felt like I could hear the squad leader shouting commands even in my dreams!

Gao Zhenhai smiled as he looked at everyone's expressions.

"No more practice today, I'll take you guys out to do something fun!"

The eyes of the new recruits in the second squad lit up instantly.

Wei Shanjia became even more energetic.

"Class monitor, wanna play basketball?"

"Did you join the army to play basketball?"

"So, are we going to handle guns now?"

"No, not exactly."

Gao Zhenhai didn't keep them in suspense any longer and opened the wooden box directly.

Training grenades were neatly arranged inside.

The attention of everyone in Class Two was instantly drawn to it.

Hand grenade!

This is what soldiers should be trained for!

"Today we will conduct our first grenade throwing drill."

Gao Zhenhai picked up a training round.

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully!"

"The grenades we are using now are training grenades and do not have explosive capabilities."

"But just because it doesn't have an explosive function doesn't mean you can play around with it!"

"No one may take a grenade without the order, no one may gesture at their comrades, and after throwing, remain in place. No one may enter the impact zone without permission!"

"Anyone who dares to joke about discipline will be made to do throwing motions while holding a log all morning!"

The expressions of everyone in Class Two immediately became serious.

Gao Zhenhai walked to the throwing line and began to explain the standing throwing motion.

"Grenade throwing isn't about swinging your arm around aimlessly!"

"Place your back foot firmly, shift your weight backward, push off the ground, rotate your hips, use your waist and abdomen to drive your upper body, and then transfer the power through your shoulders, back, and arms!"

"Finally, control the angle of your shot!"

"Relying solely on arm swings not only results in a short throw, but also increases the risk of injuring your shoulder and elbow, which can be very difficult to treat later!"

At this point, Gao Zhenhai subconsciously glanced at Shen Yan.

He suddenly felt that his last sentence seemed a bit superfluous.

If someone is injured while throwing grenades, they need to go to the medical unit for treatment.

But with Shen Yan here, he'd probably just assemble you into a Gundam model right here and now!

Gao Zhenhai completed the demonstration, and the training missile drew an arc in the air before landing in the distance.

Then, the new recruits of the second squad took turns to enter the arena.

Most people were quite clumsy when they first encountered training grenades.

Some people push off the ground too early; before their arms can even swing out, the power in their legs has already been exhausted.

Some people only know how to use brute force, swinging their shoulders like windmills, but the training bullets only fly more than 30 meters.

Some people fired at too low an angle, and the training bullets flew almost skimming the ground before rolling a long distance after landing.

Gao Zhenhai's forehead veins throbbed as he watched.

"I told you to throw bombs, not bowl!"

"Raise the angle of your shot!"

"Use your core muscles, don't just use your arms!"

Most new recruits' scores were between 20 and 30 meters.

For someone who has just started throwing training, this result isn't bad.

However, there are still not many people who can actually exceed forty meters.

Soon, it was Wei Shanjia's turn.

He stretched his shoulders, and his whole body became visibly excited.

Throwing requires body coordination, core strength, and explosive power.

This is exactly his forte!

I was devastated all night yesterday by the news of Shen Yan's meritorious service.

Today it's finally my turn to reclaim my dignity as a physical education student!

Wei Shanjia picked up the training round and stood in the same position as Gao Zhenhai had just done.

The moment the back foot pushes off the ground, the waist and abdomen suddenly rotate, and the shoulders, back, and arms burst forth with tremendous power!

The training rounds whistled as they flew out.

Crossing the 40-meter mark.

Another fifty meters!

It finally landed far behind the 50-meter mark.

The target reporter quickly took measurements.

"Fifty-six meters!"

The students in Class Two immediately gasped in surprise.

On his first attempt at throwing a grenade, he was able to throw it 56 meters!

This is an excellent result!

Gao Zhenhai was also somewhat surprised.

"His physical condition is indeed quite good."

"However, the movements are still too rough; the body rotation and the strike are not fully connected."

"With further technical adjustments, we can go even further!"

Wei Shanjia grinned.

He did take the praise to heart.

As for the criticism that followed, he selectively filtered it out!

See that?

While everyone else was within forty meters, I, Wei Shanjia, threw a distance of fifty-six meters!

This is the explosive power of a national-level athlete!

Wei Shanjia turned his head and deliberately looked at Shen Yan.

"See that?"

"This is the true strength of an athlete!"

"I might not be able to beat you in a run, but when it comes to throwing, it's all about explosive power!"

Shen Yan smiled and did not refute.

After all, very few people in the entire recruit company knew that he had secretly broken the record in the communications unit!

Next up is Ga Wa.

Gawa picked up the training bullet and weighed it in his hand.

"This lump of iron isn't as easy to handle as a stone."

Gao Zhenhai reminds:

"Throw according to the movements I just taught you."

"Don't bring out all that shoddy stuff you use when herding sheep in the village!"

The little boy nodded.

He stared at the distant bomb crater, his gaze gradually becoming serious.

Although training grenades are heavier and their shape is not as convenient as stones, the feeling of throwing them is not unfamiliar.

Ga Wa steadied his back foot, turned his body, and suddenly swung his arm out!

The training missile flew into the distance.

The landing point also crossed the 50-meter mark!

"Fifty-two meters!"

Another gasp rang out from Class Two!

Gao Zhenhai's eyes lit up again!

Wei Shanjia alone is already quite a surprise.

I never expected that Ga Wa could break 50 meters on his first throw!

This kid, Ga Wa, may look skinny, but he's got real strength!

Gawa shook his head.

"It's still not quite right for me."

"If it were one of those round stones at the village entrance, could I go any further?"

"It must be at least farther than Wei Shanjia's!"

Wei Shanjia quickly spoke up:

"Don't make excuses, you shepherd boy!"

"I'm fifty-six, you're fifty-two!"

"I'm still leading by four meters!"

Ga Wa glanced at him.

"Friend, don't be too happy yet."

"Shen Yan hasn't voted yet!"

Wei Shanjia's smile froze slightly.

However, he quickly regained his confidence.

"He has never practiced with hand grenades."

"You can surpass me by fifty or sixty meters? I don't believe it!"

Ga Wa reminded him:

"The time we did something heroic at the amusement park, he used a rock from dozens of meters away to knock down the man with the knife!"

"Don't scare me like that! Are rocks and training rounds the same thing?"

Wei Shanjia retorted verbally, but suddenly felt uneasy inside.

"A rock is definitely lighter than a grenade; he can't throw it very far!"

"I can still win!"

Thinking of this, Wei Shanjia immediately comforted himself.

Soon, it was Shen Yan's turn.

He walked to the throwing line and took the training round from Gao Zhenhai.

Shen Yan stood sideways, his right foot stepping back firmly, his center of gravity shifting slightly backward.

Gao Zhenhai stared intently at his movements, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"That posture is perfect!"

"I wonder how far it can be thrown!"

The next second, Shen Yan suddenly pushed off the ground!

The power rises from the lower limbs, passes through the waist and abdomen, and is smoothly transmitted to the shoulders, back, and arms.

The training round was released!

It drew a high and far arc in the air!

In the blink of an eye, it surpassed Wei Shanjia's landing point by 56 meters!

Training rounds are still being fired!

Wei Shanjia's confidence gradually froze.

"Holy crap! What's going on?"

"Why could the grenade he threw fly through the air?"