Chapter 425 The Root of Your Illness Is Not in Your Hands "Then what is it for?" Su Tang asked directly.
Yan's Adam's apple bobbed violently. A hint of struggle appeared on his usually calm and composed face, a sight that would surprise anyone.
He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and finally revealed his true purpose.
"I've come to...beg you."
Beg me?
Su Tang looked quietly at the man in front of her. Jiang Yan, the pride of the Third Battalion, the top soldier with the best overall strength, and the idol of countless female soldiers, was now bowing his head slightly and using an almost humble posture to utter the word "beg" to her.
This is much more interesting than any interrogation.
"Beg me?" Su Tang repeated, her tone carrying just the right amount of surprise and a hint of aloofness. "Sergeant Jiang Yan, I don't understand what you're saying. You're one of the best soldiers in the entire battalion, and I'm just a new recruit who hasn't been in the army for long. What do I have that you should beg me for?"
Her words were like a soft wall, without any aggression, yet they subtly created distance between the two of them.
Jiang Yan's cheeks began to burn again. He knew how abrupt, even absurd, his request was.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on his right hand.
It was the hand of a sharpshooter, with long, slender fingers, distinct knuckles, and calluses from years of training. To outsiders, it was a perfect hand—steady, precise, and full of power.
Only he knew that this hand... was about to be ruined.
"I..." he began with difficulty, his voice even lower than before, carrying a hint of unease he himself had not noticed, "My hand... there's something wrong with it."
Su Tang's gaze followed his line of sight and landed on that hand.
On the surface, the hand appeared perfectly normal. But with her keen eyesight as a top-notch military doctor, she detected the most subtle abnormality almost instantly.
Jiang Yan's index fingertip was trembling very slightly and abnormally.
This tremor is extremely frequent and has a very small amplitude, making it imperceptible to ordinary people. But at the moment the trigger is pulled, a deviation of 0.01 millimeters will be magnified to a distance sufficient to miss the target at a distance of 100 meters.
For a top shooter who considers shooting his life, this is fatal.
Su Tang instantly understood, but remained outwardly calm, simply giving a soft "oh" and waiting for him to continue.
Seeing that she didn't react, Jiang Yan felt even more uncertain and could only bite the bullet and continue talking.
"It started about two weeks ago. After high-intensity shooting training, my right index finger would uncontrollably experience slight spasms and numbness." He spoke as if recounting a case unrelated to himself, deliberately keeping his tone calm, but his tightly clenched left fist betrayed the turmoil within him.
“I went to see a military doctor and had various tests done, and they all said there was no problem. My bones, muscles, and nerve conduction were all normal. Their diagnosis was ‘muscle fatigue caused by overtraining,’ and they told me to reduce my training volume and rest more.”
He gave a self-deprecating laugh as he said this, a laugh filled with bitterness.
“Reduce training volume? How could that be possible for us? Besides, it’s ‘Hell Week’ now, and the assessments are getting stricter and stricter. I tried to rest for two days, but the situation didn’t improve at all; in fact… it got worse.”
His voice carried a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Now, not only after shooting, but sometimes even when I'm aiming at a gun, that numbness suddenly appears, like countless ants crawling in the cracks of my bones. I don't know when it will come, and I don't know when it will go away. This feeling... is driving me crazy."
Su Tang listened quietly.
She knew this was far from simple muscle fatigue. Judging from the symptom description, it was more like functional damage to the peripheral nerves caused by repetitive, high-intensity stress, or even some rare, difficult-to-diagnose nerve sheath lesion. Under the medical conditions of this era, it was indeed very difficult to detect the problem.
For Jiang Yan, this problem was tantamount to a death sentence for his shooting career and even his fighting career.
If a gun master can't even control the finger that pulls the trigger, then what kind of gun master is he?
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