Shipborne Special Forces.

Upon noticing Wang Aiguo staring at the eye drops, the monk said in a weak voice, "Stop looking at it. I've never had laser surgery. These are just regular eye drops."

"It's quite rare to see eye drops packaged like this," Wang Aiguo said, taking the eye drops out of the monk's cabinet.

After taking the eye drops out of the box, just as Wang Aiguo had expected, the eye drops were indeed not bottled, but rather a single-use vial.

Looking at the eye drops in Wang Aiguo's hand, the monk rubbed safflower oil on his hands and sighed, "This is even worse than the old bottled eye drops. We always had to save half of them, but that's not the main problem. The main problem is that you can't leave these lousy eye drops out of the air. If they get exposed to the air, bacteria will get in, and then they're unusable. You have to use them all at once."

After listening to the monk's words, the divine doctor remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Have you ever suspected that the amount of eye drops might be normal, and the abnormal one is you?"

"Am I a one-eyed monster?" the monk said irritably.

"But... your eyes are half the size of most people's!"

The air in the dormitory suddenly became quiet. Hmm, it seems the miracle doctor accidentally revealed the truth.

"You son of a bitch." The monk braced himself on the bed with both hands, did a somersault, and then slammed his face hard onto the ground.

The scene fell silent once more...

After a long while, the monk finally raised his head with his strong willpower.

"Hey, can anyone get me a tissue? I think I'm getting a nosebleed."

Everyone: "..."

Where the hell did the promised enlightened monk go? Where did he go?!

……

The monk's performance in the 3000-meter race this time was extraordinary, almost bordering on the supernatural. Why do I say that? Because he had been rubbed with safflower oil, and the next day, the monk's walking posture resembled that of a crab.

Let alone running, even a bent knee can cause a monk to fall and bleed profusely these days.

Of course, the quartermaster wasn't much better off. Because he was putting on a show despite just recovering from a serious illness yesterday, the quartermaster also spent the entire next day in bed.

However, at this very moment, the much-anticipated military boxing instruction was launched.

The battalion commander of Chenyang Recruit Camp specially invited instructors from the Q City Special Forces Brigade, and it was said that they would also teach grappling and combat skills along with military boxing. Therefore, everyone was extremely enthusiastic about this training. Even though they were exhausted after a month, they still showed 200% enthusiasm after hearing the news.

As a Shaolin monk, he was naturally very interested in this kind of grappling and fighting. However, the problem was that his legs were unable to move easily at this crucial moment. This left him extremely frustrated.

But at that moment, news came that this time, military boxing and grappling were not taught together, but rather team by team.

Upon hearing the news, the monks immediately felt hopeful again. After all, they were Team 12, and they were always the last team.

Then, whenever the monks rested, they would frantically rub their legs with safflower oil, hoping to speed up their recovery.

However, things often turn out differently than expected. Team 12, who is usually the last to finish everything, actually got to be the first to start the training session this time.

According to the captain, this was done to ensure fairness, so they were given priority this time.

Then everyone in Team 12 went crazy with excitement, except for the monk who looked at his own legs with a disappointed expression.

.........

Time: March 12, 9

Location: Chenyang Recruit Camp

Weather: The autumn heatwave is raging, but even the heat can't dampen everyone's enthusiasm.

I received a notification that morning that instructors from the Special Forces Brigade would come to Team 12 for training that afternoon.

As a result, almost no one slept well that noon, and the martial monk spent the whole noon massaging his legs, hoping that his body would be able to perform better when he practiced military boxing in the afternoon.

Hearing this news, Wang Aiguo was also a little excited. However, his excitement stemmed from the fact that he wouldn't have to run the 3,000 meters that afternoon. For him now, every time he ran the 3,000 meters, he wanted to avoid it as much as possible, because every time he did, he felt like he had walked through the gates of hell.

Soon the afternoon wake-up bell rang, followed by Grandpa Bi blowing the assembly whistle.

As soon as the assembly whistle blew, everyone rushed out like mad dogs. However, many were still groggy, perhaps because they had just woken up from their afternoon nap. Wang Aiguo clearly saw several figures wearing only underwear flash past the doorway, then scream and dart back.

In their dormitory, everyone leaped off their beds and rushed towards the door like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

"Youjiang, your shoelace is loose." Wang Aiguo, who was walking behind, saw everyone rushing out and quickly called out to Youjiang.

However, You Jiang didn't even turn his head, and simply waved his hand, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, go down and tie it."

"Whatever you want." Wang Aiguo waved his hand, then looked at the martial monk beside him.

"Do you... need any help?"

"No need!" The monk firmly pulled up his pants, then used his "lightness skill" to rush towards the door.

Wang Aiguo was shocked. This guy's legs are almost ruined, and he still wants to act tough?

....

Assemble as quickly as possible; this is the first ironclad rule everyone learns upon arriving at the recruit camp.

Normally, Grandpa Bi would complain that everyone was too slow coming down, but today, because everyone in Team 12 was like they were on steroids, they came down the stairs at an abnormally fast speed.

Normally, they take one step at a time, but today they take two steps at a time. Some of the shorter ones couldn't manage two steps at a time, so they jumped down on the last three or four steps.

While this increases speed, it also increases the chances of accidents.

Youjiang, who hadn't tied his shoelaces when he went out, had his shoelaces stepped on and fell hard on the stairs.

Right slammed down unexpectedly, but everyone reacted quickly, jumping past him. Until… the monks arrived.

"Ah!" You Jiang's miserable scream echoed throughout Team 12.

The monk's legs were already weak, and coupled with his rush and poor mental state, he didn't notice the right foot on the ground at all and stepped on it directly.

After You Jiang let out a scream, the monk noticed someone at his feet and, in a panic, tried to help him up. But just as he bent down... Wang Aiguo arrived.

"These young men all admire you. They think each of you is a martial arts master," Grandpa Bi said with a smile to the instructors of the special forces brigade.

The instructor smiled politely and said, "That's not true. We're just ordinary people, we..."

Before he could finish speaking, Grandpa Bi heard a commotion. He turned his head and his face immediately darkened.