Shipborne Special Forces.

To Shen Long's surprise, Wang Aiguo actually showed a look of disdain, but this disdain was different from what he had imagined. Shen Long had expected Wang Aiguo to say dismissively, "How could I possibly do something so difficult?"

In reality, Wang Aiguo scoffed and said, "Improving and inventing tools, what's so difficult about that?"

These words confused Shen Long, who looked at Wang Aiguo with a bewildered expression.

"Holy crap, who gave you the courage to be so confident, Fish Leong?"

However, Shen Long didn't say these words. Anyway, it was a good thing that Wang Aiguo had confidence, although he didn't know where his confidence came from.

"Alright, if you want to do it, go ahead and give it a try. If you need any help, feel free to contact me. After all, it's something that benefits the troops."

"Okay, thanks, Captain Shen. I'll go deliver the food to the monks now."

"Okay." Shen Long nodded, and then Wang Aiguo took the food and ran to the medical team.

Although Q City is close to the south, it is still a northern city. Now it's almost December, and the weather is gradually getting cooler. A gust of wind blew by, and Wang Aiguo could clearly see that the steamed buns were starting to harden.

Wang Aiguo could only smile wryly and hope that the monk's teeth were strong enough.

Don't ask why the medical team doesn't provide meals; it's related to the issue of transferring rations. Although it sounds like just moving from the 12th Regiment to the medical team for meals, it's actually quite complicated. A new recruit like Wang Aiguo received 16 yuan a day for food—that was his food allowance in the 12th Regiment. But if he ate at the medical team, that 16 yuan had to be transferred to their account. This required someone to help with the calculations and bookkeeping, a very troublesome process.

Therefore, unless they move to a particularly far place, the food expenses are basically not transferred. This is why Wang Aiguo has to deliver meals to the monks every single day.

This was not an isolated case, so Wang Aiguo immediately came up with an improvement plan: to make an insulated lunchbox.

But after thinking about it more carefully, Wang Aiguo realized that this thing couldn't be considered an innovation; at best, it was just a suggestion. After all, he didn't need to invent it; he could just buy one for 30 yuan at a convenience store.

Lost in his thoughts, Wang Aiguo had already arrived at the medical team.

Upon entering the medical team, Wang Aiguo was shocked. He clearly saw a martial monk standing by the bed, brandishing his fist at the face of the man in the next bed.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Wang Aiguo shouted in fright.

"What?" The monk was startled, and his hand trembled instinctively. Then, Wang Aiguo saw his brother, who had been sitting by the bed, slump down on the bed.

Monk: "..."

How much force did you use?!

.......

A few minutes later, Jiang Tao, who was in the next room from the martial monk, slowly woke up from his coma. As soon as Jiang Tao opened his eyes, he stared in shock at the martial monk and Wang Aiguo, who both looked tense.

"you……"

"Are you alright?" Wang Aiguo asked with concern.

Jiang Tao looked at Wang Aiguo with suspicion, then at his own body, and finally said strangely, "Shouldn't I have something to say?"

"It's alright, it's good that you're alright." Wang Aiguo breathed a long sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the monk's palm strike had killed the other party.

The monk breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Jiang Tao was alright. Just then, Jiang Tao suddenly spoke up enthusiastically, "Oh, right, didn't you say you wanted to do a double ear-cleansing ritual with me? Why did you stop?"

"Double winds penetrating the ears?" Wang Aiguo looked at the martial monk strangely.

The monk stared blankly at Jiang Tao, unable to react for a long time. At this moment, he felt as if he had traveled through time, because just before Jiang Tao fainted, the monk was giving him a demonstration. However, after Jiang Tao was struck, he lost the memory of being hit and went straight back to before the demonstration.

"Won't this have any long-term effects?" the monk asked, his face filled with fear.

....

To make the performance convincing, the monk had no choice but to repeat his earlier movements. After the monk repeated himself, Wang Aiguo finally understood why the monk had made those movements when he first arrived.

In fact, the monk was explaining the principle of "Double Wind Ear Punch" to the other party. The so-called "Double Wind Ear Punch" is to use the pressure inside the palm to hit the other party's ear, causing an imbalance of the ear fluid inside the other party's ear, so that the other party loses their balance.

As for why the monk knocked Jiang Tao down, the main reason was that the monk didn't hit the other's ear at all, but instead hit the acupoint behind the ear.

Here I should mention that there are many acupoints behind the ears, and that area is very vulnerable; if you're not careful, something serious can happen.

Seeing that Jiang Tao was alright, Wang Aiguo was relieved. The martial monks then began their meal after their demonstration.

The three chatted and ate, and as they talked, Wang Aiguo found Jiang Tao to be a very interesting person. Jiang Tao wore glasses, had a scholarly air about him, spoke in a refined manner, and had a particularly good temperament—he seemed perfect.

"Jiang Tao, did you come in because you were sick?" Wang Aiguo asked curiously.

Jiang Tao gave a wry smile and said, "I had a severe herniated disc in my lumbar spine, so I went to the hospital for surgery. After the surgery, because there weren't enough beds, they told me to come back and stay at the medical team's. I thought it wouldn't make a difference, so I came back. I didn't expect to meet such interesting new recruits like you guys."

"Haha, you think we're funny too, right? By the way, which team's squad leader are you? If we ever do something naughty, can we hide at your place?" the monk said with a grin.

Jiang Tao smiled and was about to speak when he saw a person in a white military uniform suddenly rush in from outside.

Wang Aiguo looked at the man; he was a 13-cent officer, who appeared to be a staff officer in the brigade.

The battalion staff officer rushed up to Jiang Tao, his voice trembling with anxiety. "Deputy Political Commissar! You're back from the hospital! Why didn't you tell me? I should have picked you up!"

"No need, no need, it's not a big deal. I can take a taxi back myself. Don't make such a fuss," Jiang Tao said very politely.

Then Wang Aiguo and the martial monk were completely bewildered.

"Let's go to the restroom." Without saying a word, Wang Aiguo and the martial monk stood up and rushed out of the room.

When he got to the restroom, Wang Aiguo covered his head and looked pained.

"Wait a minute, let me sort this out. Did we just call out the deputy political commissar's full name? Wait, not only his full name, you also knocked him out?"

Monk: "..."

"So, you're saying I'm solely responsible for this?"

"Otherwise what? I wasn't the one who threw the punch!"

"But you were the one who called it. Wait, he shouldn't remember, right? He didn't mention it just now."

"Um... what if he's faking it?"

"……."