Chapter 334 Chief of Staff Gu's "Unspeakable Dilemma"?

In the specially designed operating room, the flame of an alcohol lamp licked the silver needles.

Su Yue was wearing a mask and holding a specially made thin tube in her hand.

This is a polymer material that she asked Huo Wenxuan to obtain from overseas, and it was sterilized in the laboratory, specifically for use in fallopian tube flushing.

In those days, this technology was not yet widespread, and most infertile women could only drink bitter Chinese medicine for years on end, ruining their stomachs, but their bellies still didn't grow.

"Are you scared?" Su Yue asked.

Zhao Hongmei lay on the narrow examination bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her forehead was covered in sweat, but she gritted her teeth and shook her head.

"I'm not afraid. It's better than losing a leg."

Su Yue didn't say anything more. She quickly disinfected and draped herself with towels. The catheter was slowly pushed into the cervix.

"You'll feel some swelling and pain, just bear with it."

As the medicine was pushed in, Zhao Hongmei let out a muffled groan, her body tensing abruptly. It felt like a red-hot wire was being stirred inside her stomach.

"Relax. Don't tense up." Su Yue patted her inner thigh. "The more you tense up, the more it will hurt."

Ten minutes later.

Su Yue removed the catheter, took off her mask, and let out a long breath.

"It's connected."

Zhao Hongmei lay exhausted on the bed, as if she had just been pulled out of the water. Upon hearing those two words, her eyes widened suddenly, and tears streamed down her cheeks and into her hair.

"It's really... connected?"

"The left side is clear, but the right side is still a bit sticky. We'll do it again next week." Su Yue tossed the instruments into the tray with a crisp sound. "Go back and brew this medicine, drink it twice a day, without fail."

She handed him a prescription. It was full of potent medicines for warming the meridians, dispelling cold, and promoting blood circulation.

Zhao Hongmei trembled as she accepted the prescription, as if she were receiving an imperial edict.

"Dr. Su, I..."

"Don't thank me. Thank yourself." Su Yue washed her hands without turning her head. "Avoid cold and raw foods and sex these days. Also, don't show off at the training ground."

When Zhao Hongmei left, her steps were a little unsteady.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire residential compound overnight.

Company Commander Zhao, who had been called a "barren hen" by his in-laws for three years, was cured by Su Yue!

The next morning, before the gates of the Gu family courtyard were even opened, a long queue had already formed at the entrance.

I'm not here to buy face cream this time.

Each of the military wives carried a basket filled with red-skinned eggs, old hens, brown sugar, and even their own dried salted fish.

Gu Beichen almost tripped over a basket of eggs by the door when he came back from his morning run.

"What's going on?" He looked at the courtyard full of beautiful women, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"Seeking a child." Su Yue sat at the octagonal table in the main room, with a pulse pillow in front of her, taking the pulse of the third battalion commander's wife. "They're treating our house like a temple to the goddess of fertility."

Gu Beichen: "..."

He slipped into the house and watched as his wife, like an old Chinese medicine doctor, examined him from all angles, with great skill and demeanor.

"Doctor, look at me...we've been married for five years, and there's still no sign of a baby." The Third Battalion Commander's wife looked at Su Yue expectantly. "Doesn't it also need to be checked by that...something tube?"

Su Yue withdrew her hand and wrote two lines on the medical record.

"You don't need to unclog the pipes."

"Huh? Then why can't I get pregnant?"

“You’re fine.” Su Yue looked up, capped her pen, and said, “Have your husband come and check it out.”

The Third Battalion Commander's wife was stunned: "Investigate him? He's as strong as an ox, he can eat three steamed buns in one meal, what kind of problem could he have?"

“Being as strong as an ox doesn’t mean the seeds are good.” Su Yue didn’t mince words. “If the seedlings don’t sprout, you can’t just blame the soil; you also have to check if the seeds are spoiled.”

The military wives queuing around burst into laughter, and the wife of the third battalion commander blushed to the roots of her neck.

Over the next two days, Su Yue treated more than thirty military wives.

The result shocked her.

Aside from those like Zhao Hongmei whose bodies were damaged due to training, a large number of people have perfectly normal bodily functions. The problem is self-evident.

That evening, Gu Beichen was cleaning his gun.

Su Yue slammed a thick stack of medical records onto the coffee table in front of him.

"Chief of Staff Gu, there's a mission."

Gu Beichen pointed the gun barrel at the light and asked casually, "What mission? Is there a problem with the goods from the Huo family?"

“It’s more serious than that.” Su Yue sat down opposite him, her face serious. “Your soldiers might all be childless.”

With a "clatter".

The bolt of Gu Beichen's gun clicked shut. He looked up, his deep eyes fixed on Su Yue.

"Speak properly."

“I’m not kidding.” Su Yue flipped through the medical record book. “Radar company, communications company, and engineering company that often does underwater demolition. The infertility rate among the families of the members of these companies is as high as 40 percent.”

“Radiation, heavy metal residue, and prolonged immersion in cold water,” Su Yue counted on her fingers. “These are all major culprits in killing sperm. You only care about training the troops and never think about the physical damage to the soldiers.”

Gu Beichen remained silent.

He put down his gun, picked up the stack of medical records, and flipped through them page by page.

Although I don't understand those medical terms, words like "not pregnant" and "miscarriage" are like needles pricking my eyes.

"what do you want to do?"

"All military personnel will undergo physical examinations." Su Yue tapped the table. "The reproductive system will be the focus. Those who have been married for more than two years without children must be examined."

Gu Beichen's lips twitched.

Asking those grown men to investigate this? It's harder than sending them to the battlefield to take bullets.

If this gets out, where will the Hainan Island Military Region put its face?

"Let's try a different approach." Gu Beichen closed the medical record book. "A physical examination is fine, but we can't explicitly say it's for this purpose."

"Then how do you say it?"

"Special operations physical fitness assessment." Gu Beichen said in a serious tone, "Those who fail will be kicked out of the special operations reserve team."

Su Yue: "..."

When it comes to cunning and ruthlessness, Chief of Staff Gu is the best.

The next day, an official document was distributed to each company.

Notice on Conducting a Special Survey of Physical Functions for Special Operations Personnel in the Entire Army.

The name sounds quite sophisticated.

But the examination items were baffling. In addition to the routine height, weight, and lung capacity measurements, there was another "detailed test" that had to be done in a small, detached white building behind the military hospital.

No one dared to ask, and no one dared not to go. After all, it was a matter of whether they could join the special forces, the elite of the entire army, and a man's honor.

A long queue formed in front of the Little White Building.

The men, each holding a small, clear plastic cup, displayed a variety of expressions. Some looked embarrassed, some confused, and some were still bragging to each other.

"Hey, what are you looking for? Why do you need that stuff?" The third battalion commander nudged the second battalion commander's shoulder.

"Who knows?" The second battalion commander also looked constipated. "I heard it's to check our genes, to see if we have the potential to be a top soldier."

“I have it.” The battalion commander puffed out his chest. “My genes are top-notch.”