"Tsk tsk tsk, he was so anxious for a female soldier, acting like a grandson, but what happened? The medic didn't even give him a second glance!"
"Yunnan Baiyao, huh? Who does he think he is? He really thinks he's something special. I bet his 'Teacher Su' arm will swell up to the size of a thigh tonight! If he touches it during training tomorrow, he'll be crying for his parents!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
These malicious taunts, like poisoned needles, pierced Gao Kai's ears and wounded his pride.
His face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his chest heaved violently. He wanted to rush over and pin those gossipy guys to the ground and beat them up, but remembering Su An's words about not resorting to violence, he could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart.
What can he do? He can't do anything.
He couldn't even get a bottle of the most basic wound medicine, so he could only pace back and forth in frustration.
The other soldiers around him also looked at him with varying expressions. Some felt sympathy, some were amused, and some were disdainful.
Just as the atmosphere at the entrance of the infirmary became subtle and awkward due to Gao Kai's embarrassment.
The noisy commotion, filled with groans and laughter, came to an abrupt halt.
The wounded soldiers, who were howling like ghosts just a second ago, seemed to have been collectively muted. They forced their groans back into their stomachs, their faces contorted in pain, but they dared not utter another sound.
The medic, who was applying mercurochrome to the wounded soldier, suddenly trembled and the cotton swab pierced the soldier's wound. The soldier shuddered in pain but gritted his teeth and dared not cry out.
Everyone instinctively turned their heads and looked towards the entrance of the infirmary.
Two figures walked over, one in front of the other.
The one walking in front, with a posture as upright as a pine tree and a face as cold as ice, was none other than Qin Ye, the devilish instructor who had sent them on a journey through hell.
Behind him followed Instructor Lei Kuan, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and Instructor Zhang Ruobing.
Qin Ye stopped at the door of the infirmary.
Lei Kuan's eyes were blazing with anger; he was clearly furious at the soldiers' cowardly behavior.
"What are you crying for! What are you yelling for?! Aren't you ashamed? I'm embarrassed for you!"
"Look at you all! Muttering and groaning like your parents have died! Back in the day, my guts were torn open by shrapnel and spilled all over the ground, but I stuffed them back in and kept fighting the enemy with bayonets, without uttering a sound!"
"You call this an injury? A scrape, a bruise, and you call that an injury? I think you guys just need more training! You're too weak-willed and too lazy in your thinking!"
Lei Kuan's spittle flew far and wide as he unleashed a torrent of abuse. The soldiers he cursed lowered their heads even further, wishing they could disappear into the ground.
The shouts were deafening, but strangely, the fear in everyone's hearts dissipated somewhat. After all, although Instructor Lei was fierce, everyone was used to it. The harsher his shouts, the less the situation was beyond repair.
After Lei Kuan finished cursing and stepped aside, panting heavily, Qin Ye slowly and silently walked into the infirmary.
If Lei Kuan's angry outbursts were a raging storm, then Qin Ye's silence was the suffocating stillness before the storm.
The moment he entered, the temperature in the entire infirmary seemed to drop several degrees.
Qin Ye's footsteps were very light; his military boots made almost no sound on the cement ground.
He didn't look at anyone, but walked straight to the medicine table covered with bottles and jars.
The medic, Xiao Li, quickly stood up straight, nervously rubbing his hands together, barely daring to breathe.
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