Zhou Mingli closed his eyes and sighed softly.
The silence was no different from any other night. Zhou Mingli tossed and turned for a while before he heard people talking beside him.
"You said you've had diarrhea all day, what happened?"
"Hey, I probably ate too much watermelon this morning. Never mind, I... I need to go to the toilet..."
The weak voice had barely faded when a series of footsteps approached.
Zhou Mingli glanced to the side and saw that it was a militiaman who had run to the toilet.
A short while later, the militiaman came out. His steps were still unsteady, and he didn't look well.
A soldier from his platoon went over and helped him up, saying, "Why don't you rest here? We'll help you patrol."
"No, you haven't slept well either. It's just an hour of patrol. I can manage."
The militiaman, who had been suffering from diarrhea, refused his comrade's help with a pale face. He said it was just diarrhea and he could manage on his own!
When the first patrol team returned, the second team... namely Zhou Mingli, Xia Lei, Zhao Wei, and Erzhuang, got up from their makeshift beds.
Coincidentally, the militiaman who was constantly suffering from diarrhea was the one who led their patrol group.
He walked unsteadily, and didn't look like a normal person.
Seeing this, the shift leader said, "Why don't you skip it? I'll patrol for you."
The soldier was stubborn, and even though he was swaying, he insisted, "No, our platoon leader said that minor injuries don't keep us off the front lines. Mine isn't even a minor injury, it's just diarrhea!"
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