Shipborne Special Forces.

The monk looked at the quartermaster, who was laughing like a giant monkey, and was speechless.

At this moment, the quartermaster unleashed his ultimate move, laughing wickedly, "Come on, take off your pants, let me see what a torn anus looks like!"

"Quartermaster, you don't have to do this! As a veteran, do you think this is appropriate?" the monk said with a pained expression.

Unexpectedly, the quartermaster chuckled, his mouth wide open, and said, "Perfect! Perfect! I'm so relieved! Hahahaha, I'll come see you again tomorrow! Oh, and I have a surprise for you tonight, so stay tuned!"

After saying that, the quartermaster smiled and strode away.

The monk stared dumbfounded at the quartermaster's departing figure.

"Hey, anyone want to know the size of my psychological trauma? I'm waiting online, it's urgent!"

However, just when the monk thought everything would be fine after the quartermaster left, Grandpa Bi walked in from outside.

"Ouch, my chrysanthemum is torn! Hahaha, is this karma?" Grandpa Bi said with a smile.

The monk chuckled and said, "No need to beg anymore; his shadow covers at least two thousand square meters."

.......

The quartermaster's words of surprise did not initially concern the monk. With him in such a state, what else could the quartermaster possibly do?

When Wang Aiguo brought him food up that evening, the monk was astonished to find that dinner was Sichuan cuisine.

"Sour and spicy isn't right, it should be called extra spicy shredded potatoes, spicy lotus root slices, and stir-fried green peppers with pork." The monk stared at the dishes in his bowl, speechless.

At that moment, he understood. This was the surprise the quartermaster had been talking about!

With hemorrhoids ruptured and anus bleeding, the person who actually wanted to eat super spicy Sichuan food is either crazy or society is crazy.

Wang Aiguo could see the monk's predicament, but he could only grit his teeth and say, "Well, I have to say, the food today is quite good. Why don't you try a couple of bites?"

"I think I should just forget about it. If I eat this, I might die!" The monk said, looking at the food in his bowl with a conflicted expression.

"Alright then, you can just eat steamed buns."

"Given our relationship, you only gave me eight steamed buns and no other dishes. Do you think that's fair?" The monk looked at Wang Aiguo pitifully, his face full of helplessness.

Upon hearing the monk's words, Wang Aiguo felt somewhat embarrassed and could only slowly say, "Actually, after I saw this situation, I went to buy you two packets of pickled vegetables. But when I got to the convenience store, the lady there told me that the quartermaster had bought all their pickled vegetables, leaving only one kind."

"Even one kind will do, it's better than nothing," the monk immediately said.

"Okay, I hope you enjoy your meal." After saying that, Wang Aiguo took out two packets of pickled vegetables from behind his back.

Spicy seaweed strips - extra spicy version.

Monk: "..."

"Quartermaster, can't you just give me a quick death?"

.......

The monk lay in bed for three days, and the quartermaster watched over him with a smile for those three days, while also cooking Sichuan cuisine for him for those three days.

It has to be said that the troops really enjoy spicy food. Dishes that are usually not very good are now served with lots of chili peppers, making everyone's appetites soar. The only problem is that constipation has become even worse.

However, starting the next day, the quartermaster finally gave him a way out. There were four dishes in total: three Sichuan dishes and one vegetable dish.

Wang Aiguo and the others tactfully left the non-spicy vegetable for the martial monks.

When the monk saw that the bowls of rice everyone brought contained a large amount of non-spicy vegetables, he was so moved that he burst into tears and shouted, "Thank you, uncles!"

"Hehe, don't say we took advantage of you when you're better," everyone thought to themselves.

.......

Although the monk fell, he taught Wang Aiguo and the others a lesson.

There's a saying that nine out of ten men have hemorrhoids. Seeing that other dormitories have many "young men with hemorrhoids," Wang Aiguo always felt that something was missing from their dormitory.

However, the monk collapsed due to hemorrhoids—a very severe case. This collapse, at least, made up for the deficiencies in Wang Aiguo's dormitory and also gave Wang Aiguo and his colleagues the opportunity to study hemorrhoids.

Aside from surgery, the only other treatment for hemorrhoids is topical medication. Wang Aiguo had basically never heard of any oral medications that could cure hemorrhoids. Of course, hemorrhoids could be treated with things like Niuhuang Jiedu tablets, since hemorrhoids meant that you couldn't strain too much when you defecated.

After using the toilet that evening, the monk staggered back like a baby, and immediately lay down on the bed again.

Seeing the monk's appearance, the divine healer suddenly spoke up: "Have you heard a story about hemorrhoids?"

"What's the matter?" everyone asked in unison.

The doctor said seriously, "I heard this story from a senior student. It's about a senior student who had a hemorrhoid flare-up at school. Later, probably because his arms were too short, he couldn't apply the medicine himself, so he had to ask a senior student in his dormitory to help him apply it."

"However, this matter was too... well, it wasn't easy to talk about. So the two of them could only avoid others and apply the medicine when no one was in the dormitory. This continued for more than ten days. Soon it was time for the senior to go to the hospital for a follow-up examination. On the day of the follow-up examination, the senior thought that to avoid the trouble of having his classmate apply the medicine again, he asked the doctor to apply it for him. But what he didn't know was that he was immediately shocked when the medicine was applied."

"What happened?" Huang Gang stood up and asked with great interest.

The renowned doctor glanced at Huang Gang, his expression stern, and said, "When the doctor applied the medicine, he was shocked to discover that the doctor was applying it with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his shoulder. His classmate, on the other hand, was using both hands on his shoulders!"

"So here's the question: what did his classmate use to apply the medicine?" The divine doctor finished speaking and looked at the martial monk with a smile.

Wang Aiguo and the others looked at the martial monk thoughtfully, their eyes filled with concern.

The monk, sweating profusely, clutched the hemorrhoid cream in his hands and said in a panic, "I, I, I can do it myself! I don't need your help!"

"Haha, don't worry, your ass is too dirty, we can't bring ourselves to do it," the crowd laughed.

That night, the monk who had originally covered himself with a blanket and a coat decided to cover himself with a quilt and wrap himself up like a spring roll, since anything could happen in this dormitory!

....

Three days later, although the monk's hemorrhoids had not healed, the bleeding had stopped. Once the bleeding stopped, the monk could no longer obtain a sick leave certificate, so he immediately resumed training.

Of course, to prevent the injury from worsening, Grandpa Bi still took care of the monk, allowing him to at least avoid physical training.

Upon hearing this, the monk was so excited that he almost knelt down and called him "father."

However, as soon as the drill began, the monk immediately regretted it, and at that moment he just wanted to take back all the excitement he had just felt.