Thinking of this, Jiang Xiachu suppressed his fatigue, panted heavily, and staggered towards the depths of the crowd, all he wanted to do was avoid suspicion.
Soon, she was hidden among the crowd.
The other side.
When Wei Zhao arrived at the training ground, he noticed Jiang Xiachu in the team at a glance.
Jiang Xiachu had been keeping an eye on Lu Huaiyan, afraid that he would come over, so naturally he didn't notice Wei Zhao's gaze.
Seeing her hiding to the side with unsteady steps, Wei Zhao immediately frowned, inexplicably having a bad premonition.
He was a military doctor and he could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with Jiang Xiachu's walking posture.
Jiang Xiachu was extremely tired. He finally found a secluded corner and breathed a sigh of relief.
Wei Zhao paused, narrowed his eyes, and carefully observed Jiang Xiachu's condition.
After walking a few steps forward, Wei Zhao saw Jiang Xiachu's face clearly. He noticed her pale face. His heart tightened and he thought to himself.
Jiang Xiachu's physical condition is pretty good, but his complexion looks a little unpleasant, and he might not be able to take it.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhao hurriedly walked to Jiang Xiachu's side in two steps.
As soon as Wei Zhao arrived, the girls in the art troupe were instantly attracted to him. They all leaned over to look over with curiosity on their faces.
Some girls were infatuated with him, admiring Wei Zhao's handsome face, their saliva almost dripping.
Wei Zhao didn't care about the eyes of the people around him at this moment. He stopped in front of Jiang Xiachu, frowned and asked worriedly: "Chuchu, are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Xiachu had no strength left, his face was pale, he shook his head and waved his hands weakly, "No...it's okay..."
The corners of Wei Zhao's lips trembled, and he turned to look at Qin Ningqian and Lin Qingli beside Jiang Xiachu, and said in a deep voice: "She must be sick, you two support her and come with me to the infirmary."
There were many people in the army and it was not easy for him to support Jiang Xiachu himself. If others saw him, he would be gossiped about.
When Lin Qingli heard this, she noticed Jiang Xiachu's frighteningly pale face.
She just noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Xiachu and asked her about it. Jiang Xiachu answered her immediately, saying that she was a little tired and would be fine after a rest.
After hearing her answer, she didn't think much about it and thought she was really tired.
The relationship is sick!
Lin Qingli couldn't care about anything else at this moment, and hurriedly ran to Jiang Xiachu's side with Qin Ningqian. The two of them supported her on the left and right, and kept muttering, "Hey, Xiachu, what happened to you?"
"Why didn't you tell me and Qianqian that you were feeling uncomfortable just now? I am a careless person and didn't notice that there was anything wrong with you..."
Lin Qingli's tone was still somewhat guilty as she spoke.
Later, seeing Jiang Xiachu's weak appearance, she didn't bother to say anything, and hurriedly helped him rush to the infirmary.
Qin Ningqian was also frowning and carefully helping her move forward.
Wei Zhao just went to explain the situation to the coach. Fortunately, the coach was a considerate person. After hearing what Wei Zhao said, he quickly asked someone to take the patient to the infirmary.
After Wei Zhao agreed, he quickly followed the three people.
The cultural and art soldiers who were resting nearby were filled with jealousy when they saw Jiang Xiachu being supported by several people and walking away.
"Humph, I think she just wants to be lazy and pretends to be sick! She's so delicate and frivolous, who is she?"
Meng Anyao stood behind, pouting and muttering softly, her words full of disdain.
Seeing Wei Zhao's worried look, God knows how angry she was just now, she wanted to strangle Jiang Xiachu to death.
When Xu Qingqing heard this, she quickly followed suit and echoed, "That's right, you can't stand any hardship and just want to avoid leisure. If that's the case, you might as well not join the army! And you're pretending to be sick, you're really good at it!"
Meng Anyao stared at Jiang Xiachu's figure and snorted in annoyance.
In the middle of the training ground, Lu Huaiyan finished talking to a soldier and just turned around, he happened to see Jiang Xiachu's figure.
Even though it was just a back view, he recognized it at a glance.
But when he saw the person standing next to her, Lu Huaiyan's brows instantly frowned.
Why was she with Wei Zhao? Why was she being supported by someone?
Looking at the direction she was going, it seemed to be the infirmary. Thinking of this, Lu Huaiyan frowned even deeper.
What happened? According to the usual schedule, the training would have started soon, so why did Jiang Xiachu leave?
Could it be that he is sick?
Lu Huaiyan had all kinds of wild thoughts and worries in his mind, but right now he was leading the team in training and due to his responsibilities, he couldn't spare the time to check on Jiang Xiachu's condition.
He looked at Jiang Xiachu and could only helplessly suppress the worry in his heart and force himself to focus back on training.
But whenever he thought of her, his heart could not calm down, and his eyes would drift towards the infirmary from time to time.
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After finally getting through the physical training, the arts soldiers dragged their bodies, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and moved step by step to the door of the practice room.
"Oh my god, this training is really terrible. I feel like I'm almost drained. There's no part of my body that doesn't hurt."
As soon as she arrived at the training room, a female soldier sat down on the ground, rubbing her legs and wailing, complaining painfully about the training.
"Who said it wasn't? What's wrong with our coach recently? The intensity of training has been increasing. It's so stressful every day. I don't know when it will end." Another female soldier also sighed, her face full of fatigue and helplessness.
"I can't bear it anymore. My waist and legs hurt. When I think about getting up early for training tomorrow, I get a headache and want to die..."
"Why do we cultural and art soldiers have to do so much physical training..."
Everyone was complaining exhaustedly.
Xu Qingqing seized this opportunity, glanced at Meng Anyao, raised the corner of her lips, and immediately said in a sarcastic tone: "That's right, we trained so hard, but Jiang Xiachu pretended to be sick and took Qin Ningqian, Lin Qingli and the other three to the infirmary together. I think it was all a cover-up, just to avoid training. Who knows where they are hiding now!"
"It's not like us. We are so exhausted from physical training and we still have to go to the practice room."
After Xu Qingqing finished speaking, she moved closer to Meng Anyao, as if waiting for her praise.
As a result, just as she finished her words, the next second, two figures appeared at the door of the training room.
Lin Qingli and Qin Ningqian were extremely tired. After sending Jiang Xiachu to the infirmary, they were afraid of delaying the training and being scolded, so they did not dare to stay for a moment. After giving Jiang Xiachu some instructions, they watched the doctor start the examination and hurried back.
When everyone saw Lin Qingli and Qin Ningqian, they looked at each other tacitly.
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