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Unexpectedly, just as I was charging forward, the Old Sergeant beside me suddenly darted out, managing to squeeze ahead of me to reach the finish line. I couldn't help but admire him; for someone so old, the Comrade still had plenty of energy left.
As soon as I crossed the finish line, I slowed my pace and switched from running to walking. First, you shouldn't stop abruptly after a long run, and second, I wanted to see how Old Bi was doing.
He was panting like a bellows, wheezing heavily. The Old Sergeant approached with concern and asked, "Instructors, Comrade, are you alright?"
"Old Brother, Instructors are just Instructors; where did they come from?" I replied, struggling to catch my breath and sounding a bit stuttered.
"Haha, good! Instructors, Comrade, it seems you're doing fine."
"Of course! I'm just not used to this pace," I said, feeling much better after a brief rest.
After saying goodbye to the Old Sergeant, I looked around and finally spotted Old Bi in a corner with a Lieutenant, both smoking. Upon seeing me, Old Bi called out, "Come here! Old Wang, let me introduce you. This is Liu; he joined a year before us but is younger than both of us. Haha, he’s in the dorm next to mine."
I greeted Liu. He had a square face with thick eyebrows and big eyes; his facial features were sharp and well-defined. He smiled and said, "Instructors! Nice to meet you!" I returned his smile and then asked Old Bi, "What place did you finish in?"
"About eighth or ninth; we ran back together. I can't remember exactly," Old Bi scratched his head.
"Seventh place," Liu said calmly.
"Wow, not bad at all! Old Bi, you managed to make it into the first tier!"
Old Bi didn't respond directly but changed the subject. "Where's Xiaoyu Instructor?"
I replied irritably, "Just wait until meal time; you'll see her run back."
At that moment, we heard the drill sergeant shout, "You lot are not allowed to eat!"
Turning around, I realized that the last three Cadets were being held outside by the drill sergeant; clearly, they were going to miss breakfast. Sighing, I thought that while it was the first week and no one would be eliminated yet, this method was undoubtedly more humiliating than outright elimination. It seemed that competition among the Cadets had already begun.
After resting for a while and hearing the whistle signal for us to organize ourselves for Internal Affairs, it was time for breakfast.
But who knew that for the Instructors, the higher-ups clearly had their own plans? This became evident when an unexpected situation arose during our post-breakfast class.
While the Cadets were assembling, we Instructors stood together for a meeting. The professor adjusted his glasses and slowly said, "You all reviewed the materials last night; you should have some impression of them by now. Since you all come from medical backgrounds, you'll adapt quickly. So for our first theoretical lesson today on battlefield self-rescue and mutual aid Overview, I'll select one of you to teach while I provide commentary and additional insights afterward. Who would like to volunteer?"
The old man smiled and glanced at us, and I sensed a hint of cunning in that smile. I instinctively looked at the two Brothers beside me, who were keeping their heads down, clearly avoiding eye contact. It wasn't in my nature to shy away, but I knew that looking at the professor would be asking for trouble. So, I turned to Xiao Yu next to him; after all, she was one of the Instructors. To my surprise, as if she could read my thoughts, she said to me, "I've assisted the teacher with this kind of class countless times. This time, he wants you, the Military Doctor from the grassroots unit, to participate so that it leaves a deeper impression. It's also an opportunity for you to learn."
Well then, it seemed I had to step back into the role of a Military Doctor. "Comrade, it looks like you're eager to try. Why don't you take the lead?" the expert suggested.
When did I express eagerness? I forced myself to look at the expert. "Leader, I've never dealt with battlefield rescue before. I graduated from a Local University, unlike those Military Medical Students; this area is quite unfamiliar to me." I cunningly tried to shift the focus back onto those two Brothers.
"Ah, from a Local University? That's fine. It's good that you have different perspectives on issues. Just teach from your understanding; later when I give feedback, we can compare—military medicine and local healthcare characteristics."
Great, this was typical military leadership reasoning for making you do something!
I glanced at the assembled Cadet team; a blackboard had already been set up in front. Turning back to the expert, I asked, "Can I bring teaching materials?"
The expert shook his head with a smile. "Reading from a textbook? Do you really need that? Which soldier can't read? Just organize your thoughts; I'll say a few words first to give you some preparation time." With that, he walked to the front of the troops with Xiao Yu to make an opening statement.
Damn it! Alright then, my mind started racing as I recalled the overview from last night's materials while preparing my speech.
Time is strange; when you're running five kilometers, it feels like time has slowed down to a crawl. Yet now it seemed to fly by; minutes felt like seconds.
Before long, I heard the expert's final words clearly: "Alright, next we will invite our Instructors to give us a lecture. This is a Local University Student and Military Doctor who will present the Overview section. Please listen carefully and see what differences there are."
I felt a bit nervous; after all, stepping into an unfamiliar field to teach could easily land me in hot water if things went wrong. I had thought Old Bi would be tested first between us; little did I know it would be me!
Taking a deep breath amidst the applause and gazes—some sincere, some curious, and others gleeful—I walked to the front of the line.
After saluting, I began my lecture. "Hello everyone, I'm a Health Instructor from Team 5. My name is Wang Wei. It's an honor to be here for our first lesson. Due to our different fields of study, my focus and areas of concern differ from those of students from Military Medical Schools; mine leans more towards the prevention and management of everyday illnesses. In this Overview class, please forgive any gaps in my knowledge and feel free to provide feedback!"
It seemed like they were listening attentively. My heart calmed slightly as I continued, "Now that we all understand the purpose and significance of this training session, I'd like to emphasize that the concepts of self-rescue and mutual aid in combat should run throughout our training. Because wherever there is a battlefield, there will be casualties; casualties affect combat effectiveness. Everything is aimed at successfully completing our mission. Therefore, no matter how many skills and techniques you master, nothing is more crucial than learning how to effectively rescue your comrades and yourself—that is the essence of survival."
I cleared my throat again and coughed a few times while observing everyone's reactions. I noticed an Old Sergeant at the edge of the group diligently taking notes and nodding repeatedly; that gave me a bit more confidence.
"Next, I will begin discussing the Overview section. Imagine if you or your comrades were injured during a mission, what would you do? I would like to ask a Comrade to respond."
Before I could finish, a Black-Faced Lieutenant stood up and shouted, "Report! We should bandage him immediately!"
"Wrong!" I blurted out.
The room erupted in confusion. Everyone was stunned, and I quickly explained, "Battlefield First Aid, Battlefield First Aid. First and foremost, you are on the battlefield. You need to ensure that you and your teammates are in a concealed and safe location or environment before proceeding."
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"So, what should we do after finding a safe Venue? I would like to ask another Comrade to answer!"
"Report! At this point, we should start bandaging!"
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"Still wrong! How can you bandage without first observing and disinfecting the wound?!"
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Time passed quickly as I spoke confidently. "So, I want to emphasize that everyone must remember the basic principles of battlefield first aid: strengthen your awareness of enemy situations and sterilization concepts. You must act swiftly, accurately, and timely in rescuing the injured. In rescue operations, prioritize saving lives over minor injuries, closer injuries over distant ones. Avoid direct contact with wounds, do not apply iodine directly to wounds, do not wash wounds with water indiscriminately (except for chemical burns and phosphorus burns), do not remove foreign objects from wounds casually, do not push protruding dirty organs back in, and do not easily give up or stop rescue efforts. Alright, my lecture is complete. Thank you all! Now I invite the professor to provide feedback."
Applause filled the room; I wasn't sure if it was for me or welcoming the professor.
However, I felt satisfied because I noticed that everyone was looking at me with some interest. Even Xiao Yu was observing me with curiosity. Ah, a bit of vanity was being satisfied!
The professor commented that I had mostly absorbed the information; some parts were quite passionate while others were somewhat self-satisfied. But as I gradually calmed down, I sensed that this training session was not going to be simple. Whether intentional or unintentional, it felt like the team leaders and experts were constantly designing tests for everyone. And there was still the Special Operations Brigade Chief of Staff, who had yet to make an appearance. What were they planning? What situations would arise in the future? I felt a sense of unease.
As if my worries had summoned trouble, the subsequent group division encountered unexpected issues.
It was like this: the four of us Instructors each led a group, guiding practical operations according to the teaching materials. When the group roster was announced, there wasn't much to it; the Liu Team, in principle, could not be changed, but if there were special circumstances, individuals could discuss it privately.
There was still some time before lunch, and that was when things went awry. Old Bi was placed in the Xiao Yu Group, which naturally made him very happy. While I was teasing him, the Black-Faced Lieutenant from the morning's quiz approached us.
Standing over six feet tall, he exuded an intimidating presence towards both Old Bi and me.
He walked over and directly said to Old Bi, "Hey, I want to discuss something with you." His tone was anything but casual.
"What is it?" Old Bi replied, maintaining his usual nonchalant demeanor.
"Let's switch groups. I'll go to your group, and you come to mine. How does that sound?"
"Not interested."
"Come on, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a punishment shot. You're going to be eliminated sooner or later; it doesn't matter which group you're in," the Big Black Man sneered.
(To be continued; more exciting content tomorrow!)
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