You've already received a first-class merit award, why are you pretending to be a new recruit a

The medic pushed the form in front of Xiao Longteng.

"Here, sign."

Xiao Longteng took the pen and looked at the table first.

Supplementary Record of On-site Treatment of Training Injuries

The bottom column is empty.

Personnel assisting in the on-site handling.

He paused for half a second.

He had filled out this kind of form before.

Back then, the watch wasn't called that, and wounded soldiers couldn't lie in the recruit training camp's infirmary; they were still thinking about the five-kilometer run three days later.

Xiao Longteng lowered his head and wrote.

Class 1, Xiao Longteng.

The characters are very neat.

The form was taken back, and the medic looked at it twice before turning to the supplementary page.

"Please repeat the on-site handling procedures."

Just as Wang Dashan was about to speak, the medic raised his hand to stop him.

"According to regulations, when I ask the person assisting in the handling of the matter, it's not to investigate you, but to leave a record."

Wang Dashan swallowed his words and stood aside.

Xiao Longteng straightened up a bit by the bedside.

"Stop moving immediately after the injury and identify the location."

"Check if your toes can move, if they are numb, and if there are any obvious deformities."

"Ask where the pain is and whether the pain has changed."

"Padded with a towel, and a leg bandage for temporary fixation and compression."

"Elevate the injured leg and wait for the medic to treat it."

The medic's pen paused on the paper.

"Quite comprehensive."

At the doorway, Chen Jingxing poked half his head in.

"Medical worker, does this count as a bonus?"

Wang Dashan turned around and glared at her.

"Are you here to visit someone in the hospital, or to compete for an award?"

Chen Jingxing immediately shrank back.

"Reporting to the squad leader, I'd like to inquire whether the records are complete."

"Get out the door and worry about it."

"Yes."

Chen Jingxing took a half step back, his ear still pressed against the door.

The medic ignored him and looked at Xiao Longteng instead.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Military first aid training."

Which one?

"Basic combat wound care, training injury treatment."

Beside the bed, Liu Hai's right foot was propped up on the neatly folded blanket, making my heart tighten.

He was afraid that there might really be something wrong with his foot.

He was even more afraid that Xiao Longteng would be questioned by others for helping him.

"Medic, is my foot injury quite serious?"

Wang Dashan immediately took over the conversation.

"Just ask about your foot, don't think about anything else, does it hurt?"

"pain."

"Can you tolerate it?"

Liu Hai was about to nod.

Wang Dashan raised his voice.

"Stop pretending, tell the truth."

Liu Hai lowered his head.

"I can tolerate it, but... I'm a little hesitant to step on it."

The medic put down the watch and re-examined his ankle.

The outer ankle was already swollen, but thankfully it didn't swell any further.

He pressed several locations.

"Does it hurt here?"

"pain."

"And here?"

"acid."

"Twist your toes."

Do the same for the bangs.

The medic nodded.

"Minor sprain. Apply ice today, observe for 24 hours, avoid running and jumping, and avoid sudden stops and turns. Follow up tomorrow."

Liu Hai suddenly panicked.

"That five-kilometer preliminary investigation..."

Wang Dashan interrupted him directly.

"You're still thinking about the five-kilometer run? You should be thinking about whether your legs are even still attached to your legs."

Liu Hai fell silent.

After a few seconds, he managed to squeeze out a sentence in a low voice.

"I'm afraid of holding the team back."

Wang Dashan's temper flared up immediately.

"Holding everyone back? Who told you to think that way?"

The bangs were pulled down even lower.

Footsteps came from the doorway.

Zhou Zhengguo walked into the clinic.

"Don't yell yet."

Wang Dashan stopped the fire halfway through.

"Instructor."

Zhou Zhengguo walked to the bedside, looked at Liu Hai's feet, and then picked up the record sheet on the table.

"How is the situation?"

The medic reported quickly.

"It was a minor sprain, but the on-site treatment was timely. You cannot run or jump for 24 hours. Whether you can participate in the 5km race depends on the follow-up examination results."

Zhou Zhengguo nodded.

"Can you walk by yourself?"

"It's best not to. You can help me back to the dorm so my right leg won't bear as much weight."

Liu Hai immediately spoke up.

"Instructor, I can keep up with the training."

Zhou Zhengguo pulled up a stool and sat down.

"Liu Hai, answer me first."

"Yes."

"Do you want to persevere because your body can truly handle it, or are you afraid others will say you're dragging the class down?"

Liu Hai opened his mouth, but couldn't answer.

Chen Jingxing, who was outside the door, did not make a sound.

Wang Dashan stood with his arms crossed, his face still flushed.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Liu Hai finally spoke.

"Yes, we have them all."

Zhou Zhengguo put the record sheet back on the table.

"Just tell the truth."

He pointed to Liu Hai's feet.

"It's not the injuries that are scary in training, it's the failure to report them. You reported it late today, remember that."

Liu Hai nodded quickly.

"Yes."

"But the fact that you don't want to quit training also shows that you want to keep up."

Zhou Zhengguo's tone was not harsh.

"How to train next is not up to you to decide alone. The squad leader, the medic, and the company will all be watching. You have to honestly report whether it hurts, whether it's swollen, and whether you can exert force."

Liu Hai's nose stung, but he forced it down.

"Yes."

An ice pack was handed to Li Lei by the medic.

"Apply for fifteen minutes, then rest before reapplying; don't keep pressing on it."

Li Lei took it.

"clear."

Chen Jingxing peeked out again.

"Medic, can we carry him back? I already said, if he falls, I'll be the one to take the fall."

Wang Dashan raised his leg to kick.

"Do you offer after-sales service?"

Zhou Zhengguo smiled.

"Put it back on, don't hurt your foot from all that."

Chen Jingxing immediately perked up.

"Comrade Liu Hai, Class One is responsible for getting you back to your dormitory safely today."

Liu Hai looked a little embarrassed.

"I can do it myself..."

Wang Dashan silenced the critics with a single sentence.

"You're nothing, sit tight."

On the way back to the dormitory, Chen Jingxing and Li Lei each held Liu Hai's hair up and down.

Walking beside him was Xiao Longteng, who was supporting Liu Hai's injured leg to prevent his ankle from wobbling.

Wang Dashan followed behind.

When he reached the top of the stairs, Chen Jingxing looked up at the steps.

"Squad leader, these steps are more troublesome than the low wall."

Wang Dashan was annoyed.

"Aren't you usually quite busy with your mouth? Now you're busy with one too."

"Reporting, squad leader, I can only give reminders, I can't move people."

Li Lei adjusted his position first.

"I'll go first, you'll go last."

Chen Jingxing nodded.

"Okay, Liu Hai, don't move around too much. This is our first time doing this job, and we're still getting used to it."

Despite sweating from the pain, Liu Hai still managed to chuckle at his words.

"Don't shake."

"I'm not shaking, my arm is just checking for safety."

Wang Dashan whispered from behind.

"Chen Jingxing".

"Shut up, shut up right now."

Back in the dormitory, Liu Hai was placed on the lower bunk.

Wang Dashan had someone elevate his feet and then checked the position of the ice pack again.

"Who will get him hot water?"

Just as Liu Hai was about to say no, Chen Jingxing had already brought the cup over.

"The hot water is here."

Wang Dashan pointed at Chen Jingxing.

"You're in charge of watching him today. If he gets out of bed even once, you two will both get a scolding."

Chen Jingxing, stand at attention.

"Make sure to keep an eye on the wounded."

"Stop being so pessimistic. You still need to train. Don't use this as an excuse to slack off."

"Yes."

Wang Dashan turned to Xiao Longteng.

"Come out with me."

The two walked into the corridor.

Wang Dashan leaned against the wall, his voice low.

"If the medic had asked further questions, I didn't let him follow up, to give you some leeway."

Xiao Longteng stood up straight.

"Thank you, class monitor."

"Don't thank me yet."

Wang Dashan stared at him.

"It's not a bad thing that you know a lot of things, but you're in basic training now, so the rules are the priority."

"Teach what you can, and don't reveal what you can't. Today is an emergency, so I won't say anything to you."

Xiao Longteng nodded.

"Yes."

"And the bangs."

Wang Dashan glanced around the dormitory.

"This kid is very calculating. He says he's afraid of holding the team back, but actually he's afraid the class won't want him."

Xiao Longteng did not respond immediately.

Those words put him under pressure.

The fear of being left behind or the fear of being sent away are not that different in reality.

Wang Dashan added another sentence.

"Aren't you setting records for him? Keep going, but lower the intensity. Don't let him hurt his foot chasing after you guys."

Xiao Longteng responded.

"I'll adjust it."

"Show me the plan."

"Yes."

Before dinner, Class 1 did not do their usual extra running practice.

In the middle of the dormitory, Wang Dashan called the whole class over.

"My bangs are injured today, let's get this straight first."

Chen Jingxing put away his usual demeanor.

Li Lei also put down his notebook.

Wang Dashan scanned everyone.

"If someone is injured on the training field, the first thing to do is not to shout or rush over to help them up, but to report the injury, clear the area, and wait for instructions."

"Chen Jingxing almost made a mistake today."

Chen Jingxing lowered his head.

"Reporting to the squad leader, I admit it."

"Remember this: even good intentions can lead to trouble if you don't follow the rules."

"Yes."

Wang Dashan then turned to Liu Hai.

"You have a problem too."

He propped himself up with his bangs.

"Reporting to the squad leader, I shouldn't have hidden the pain."

"Yes, you're afraid of holding others back, but if you let a small injury turn into a big one, then you'll really be holding others back."

Liu Hai blushed.

"Yes."

"But you made it over the wall today, and you didn't fall behind in the race. Your foot injury was an accident, and no one is blaming you."

Wang Dashan lowered his voice a little.

"Anyone who makes fun of you with this will have to get past me first."

No one in the dormitory responded.

Chen Jingxing raised his hand.

Wang Dashan frowned.

"What are you doing now?"

"Squad leader, I'd like to add a sentence."

"speak."

Chen Jingxing turned to Liu Hai.

"If you're considered a hindrance today, then I should have already been discharged from the army by the time I was first hung on the wall."

Liu Hai couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wang Dashan cursed at him.

"You're quite good at bringing up old grievances."

"Report: I have excess inventory."

The atmosphere in the dormitory became a bit more relaxed.

Xiao Longteng took out the training logbook and sat down next to Liu Hai's bed.

"Starting today, the training content will be changed."

Liu Hai immediately tensed up.

"Should I stop running?"

"I won't go today; I'll see the sanitation worker for a follow-up check-up tomorrow."

Xiao Longteng turned to a page and wrote down three items.

Step frequency.

Breathe.

Ankle feedback.

Liu Hai leaned closer.

"How do you practice this?"

"Sit up and raise your legs, then return your toes to the center. Do 20 repetitions per set, for 3 sets."

"Stop when it hurts."

"Practice breathing by exhaling every two steps; you don't need to run."

"Record it three times a day, morning, noon, and evening, and write it down when the pain reaches 10 points."

Liu Hai was completely bewildered.

"Can you still write scores even if it hurts?"

Chen Jingxing leaned closer.

"I know this. If the class monitor scolds me, I usually get a 6 out of 10; if he makes me practice more, I get an 8 out of 10; if he tells me to shut up, I get a 10 out of 10."

Wang Dashan picked up the slippers from the doorway.

Chen Jingxing immediately retreated to the bedside.

"Report, I am assisting in understanding the scoring criteria."

Xiao Longteng handed the pen to Liu Hai.

"You twisted your ankle eight points earlier, what's the score now?"

Liu Hai thought for a moment.

"Four and a half minutes."

Chen Jingxing interrupted.

"Is there even half a bit left?"

Li Lei looked up.

"Pain isn't a multiple-choice question on an exam."

Chen Jingxing was convinced.

"Li Lei, you're getting better and better at hurting people."

In his notebook, Xiao Longteng wrote: Before dinner, at 4:05, the outer ankle was swollen, but the toes moved normally.

Wang Dashan walked over.

"What about a sprint?"

"Cancel."

"obstacle?"

"Cancel."

"queue?"

"Stand only for a short time, and don't put weight on your right foot."

Wang Dashan nodded.

"Okay, but let me make it clear that whether you participate in the five-kilometer preliminary assessment is not up to you or Liu Hai. It only counts if the medic reviews it and the company commander approves it."

Xiao Longteng closed the pen cap.

"According to regulations."

Wang Dashan snorted.

"You're only good at saying those three words."

At the same time, in the company headquarters office.

Lei Zhan took the record sheet delivered by the clinic and turned to the supplementary page.

On-site assistance: Xiao Longteng.

Treatment procedure: Stop movement, check toe movement and numbness, inquire about the area of ​​pain, temporarily immobilize and compress, elevate the affected limb, and wait for the medical staff.

Health worker's note: Procedures are standardized and effective.

After reading it, Lei Zhan put the watch on the table.

Zhou Zhengguo sat opposite him.

"How's Liu Hai's mood?"

"I'm afraid of dragging the class down."

Zhou Zhengguo opened the record folder.

"You can't just shut these kinds of soldiers down. The more you stop them from training, the more they feel abandoned. Giving them a task they can complete is more effective than simply letting them rest."

Lei Zhan nodded.

"Did Xiao Longteng change his training schedule?"

"Changed: cadence, breathing, and ankle feedback."

Lei Zhan picked up his pen and added a new line under Xiao Longteng's personal observation entry.

[On-site handling of training injuries: Complete procedures and effective control.]

The pen paused for a moment.

He didn't write the word "abnormal".

It was not reported.

Simply close the notebook and place it under the training plan.

"Follow-up examination tomorrow."

Zhou Zhengguo stood up.

"I'll go check on Class 1."

Lei Zhan looked up.

"Tell Wang Dashan not to let those kids add their own drama."

Zhou Zhengguo smiled.

"Especially Chen Jingxing?"

"Especially Chen Jingxing."

Before lights out, the dormitory was quieter than usual.

Liu Hai lay on the edge of the bed, diligently filling out his training form.

Pain score.

Swelling of the ankle.

Can it be automatically corrected?

Status of completion of breathing exercises.

Chen Jingxing sat beside him, supervising.

"Liu Hai, you seem to be writing in a hurry."

Bangs tilted back.

"My handwriting has never been good."

"It's okay, as long as you can understand it. If you pass this book out in the future, it will be considered a special version of the training record."

Li Lei added a comment from the side.

"Don't interrupt him, let him write."

Chen Jingxing muttered to himself.

"You're all starting to control me now."

Xiao Longteng sat on the edge of the bed and drew the last column.

A preliminary assessment was conducted over a five-kilometer distance.

Liu Hai held the pen, but hesitated to put it down.

"Brother Xiao, how should I fill in this section?"

Wang Dashan came in through the door and tossed a red pen to Xiao Longteng.

Write it clearly.

Xiao Longteng took the red pen and added four words after the five-kilometer preliminary assessment.

Observe the ankle.

The red characters fell onto the paper.

Liu Hai stared at those four words, his hand slowly tightening.