Seeing that the other doctors were surrounded by many people, Xie Yuyao decided not to cause any trouble and walked towards Dr. Zhuang.
"Yao Yao!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Xie Yuyao turned around and saw Zhao Honghui riding his bicycle over, stopping abruptly beside her.
He got out of the car and asked in greeting, "Have you had lunch yet?"
"Yes, I've already eaten at this cafeteria."
Seeing the slight weariness on Yao Yao's face, Zhao Honghui suggested that she take a nap in his dormitory. "How about resting in my dormitory for a while? It's not far, only a five-minute bike ride away."
Is it a private room?
"Of course! Otherwise, why would I let you go?" Zhao Honghui laughed.
Xie Yuyao laughed at herself, realizing how foolish she had been.
She wanted to see where he was resting, but seeing the teachers and students busy in the makeshift shed, she shook her head and refused.
"It's a rare opportunity for a free clinic; you might see all sorts of symptoms. I'll go and observe."
Zhao Honghui: "Then you should take more rest and not overwork yourself."
"Okay! You can go back now."
After watching Zhao Honghui leave, she turned to go to Dr. Zhuang's place, only to find that he was no longer in his seat, leaving Jiang Min alone packing her things.
As Xie Yuyao approached, she heard Jiang Min explaining to everyone, "Dr. Zhuang went to eat first. You can find a place to sit and come back later."
An older woman dressed in patched clothes said, "What am I going to do about this queue? I've already been waiting for a long time. If I have to queue again, I don't know how long I'll have to wait."
Many people echoed, "That's right! I think we should just wait like this."
An old man with mobility issues said, "I can't stand anymore, young man. Please keep an eye on my spot. I'm going to sit down for a while."
Inspired by this, the others also urged Jiang Minzheng to pay attention to the location, which put him in a difficult position for a moment.
"Fellow villagers, please wait a moment while I hand out number plates to you." Xie Yuyao said loudly, then took out a stack of white paper, scissors, and stamp ink from her bag (space).
She deftly cut the white paper into small pieces, wrote Z1, Z2... a series of numbers on them, and then stamped them with an intricate floral pattern using a bluestone stamp.
Jiang Minzheng had also considered writing number plates, but he was worried that someone would forge them. Now that there are flower-printed plates, the problem is solved.
He exclaimed, "Your seal design is truly beautiful!"
"Just doing it for fun." Xie Yuyao stamped each one and had Jiang Minzheng hand them out to the people in line.
Jiang Min was handing out papers from front to back, saying, "Keep these numbers safe, then you can go rest nearby. If you miss your number, you can wait three numbers to get a table."
Soon, Dr. Zhuang's group dispersed in twos and threes.
The other people in line were extremely envious and loudly demanded to get a number and wait their turn.
The doctors went to eat, so the trainees who stayed behind went to see Xie Yuyao to see how she was doing it.
Soon, number slips, each beginning with the first letter of the doctor's name, were handed to those in line.
They then went off to eat, rest, or run errands without worry.
This scene was witnessed by staff members of the health center who were maintaining order. Someone ran to the canteen and told Director Tian, who then laughed.
He told the medical team, "Everyone, take your time eating. The villagers waiting outside for their appointments have already taken their numbers and are now resting."
"Oh? Where did you get your number?" a female doctor asked.
Director Tian laughed and said, "Those trainees produced it, and it was even stamped. It can't be faked."
Another male doctor said, "Fortunately, they didn't just hand out the numbers by hand."
“If that’s the case, I think we can just tell you to quit.” Dr. Zhuang had finished eating quickly. He picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and said, “From now on, you can give me the questions for the quizzes every afternoon.”
"Captain, what if we fail the quiz?"
"Frog jumps, push-ups, running laps—there are plenty of ways to teach someone a lesson."
The others gasped, telling the trainees to fend for themselves.
Half an hour later, the medical team returned to their clinic location.
When Xie Yuyao saw Dr. Zhuang, she stood up straight and greeted him with a slight smile: "Dr. Zhuang."
Dr. Zhuang nodded at her expressionlessly and returned to his seat.
In his judgment, this girl must be someone with connections.
Xie Yuyao had no idea what he was thinking. She walked outside and said in a clear and pleasant voice, "Numbers 1-5 can come over now!"
The people at the front of the line hadn't gone far to begin with, and the line quickly rejoined.
Jiang Min was assisting Dr. Zhuang, receiving much guidance and explanation from the doctor. Xie Yuyao simply stood aside with a slight smile, listening attentively without arrogance or servility, while also taking care of calling out numbers and maintaining order.
When it was time for afternoon classes, the students returned to the large conference room, which served as their classroom, to begin a new round of learning.
Soon, the last quiz arrived, and Dr. Zhuang walked in with several pages of questions prepared by other doctors.
The meeting room was filled with the cawing of crows, and many people were on tenterhooks.
Dr. Zhuang scanned the room and waved the paper in his hand: "I will read the questions and you will answer them. There are ten questions in total. A score below 90 is considered a failing grade."
Everyone's hearts tightened; the score requirement was far too high!
However, no one dared to raise any objections. As soon as the question was read aloud, the students began to write furiously.
The grading was done in class, and seven students failed – four boys and three girls.
Li Huixiu was prominently featured in the Qingshantun team.
The punishment exercise is push-ups on command, which means breaking down the push-up movement and performing the rising and falling motions according to instructions.
Fifty push-ups for men, half for women; push-ups with incorrect form will not be counted.
Dr. Zhuang gave instructions every five seconds, causing the three female trainees to break down and cry.
When only the male trainees remained, he extended their movement by ten seconds, almost "torturing" the four of them to death.
A simple project, but because of improper technique, took almost an hour to complete.
The trainees watching were also on tenterhooks, secretly vowing never to be caught by the devilish Dr. Zhuang.
At the entrance of the health center, Zhao Honghui stood in a corner, occasionally raising his hand to check the time. It was almost dark, why wasn't it over yet?
Finally, the trainees emerged with their materials, their faces tense.
His heart tightened, and he searched for Yao Yao and Xiao Mei in the crowd, but couldn't find them. Not only the two of them, but none of the people from Qingshan Village who were participating in the training had come out yet.
It turned out that after Dr. Zhuang left, Zhao Huixiu collapsed and cried on the table.
She had always been pampered and spoiled, and had never suffered such punishment and humiliation. She was physically and mentally devastated and could not accept it at all.
Zhao Hongqin tried to comfort her gently, but the more she tried, the more she cried. She could only stay by her side silently and wait for her to finish venting before speaking to her.
Seeing that the other four teams had all left, Zhao Honghui finally couldn't resist and stopped one of the trainees to ask for information.
After learning what had happened, he panicked, as no one knew more about the military's "corporal punishment" practices than he did.
It's an incredibly simple action that can make people wish they were dead.
Yao Yao and her younger sister are fine today, but what about tomorrow? And the future?
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