“Who says otherwise? That’s a 28-inch bicycle! If I get one, I’ll ride it around the village during my annual leave.”
A friend in the same ward sneered, “As if you two could win first place even if you participated in the Hell’s Week. Just finishing the first event would be an achievement!”
As soon as the words fell, Yu Qing and Wen Ci walked into the ward. The group immediately stopped chatting and smiled at Yu Qing, asking, “Doctor Yu, how much longer do I have to stay here?”
Yu Qing looked at the soldier’s foot injury: “About another week. After discharge, reduce your training load. If you get injured again, you might have to retire.”
“That serious?”
Yu Qing nodded: “This isn’t the first time you’ve injured this part of your foot. It needs proper care.” She paused, “Normal training won’t be affected.”
The northwestern military region has a policy where soldiers can choose to retire voluntarily. If the injury is severe, they are forced to retire and transfer to civilian jobs. Veterans with long service years can work in units after retirement.
Or become police officers.
After checking all the wards, the head nurse called all the doctors and nurses to the corridor and asked, “The neighboring camp is having their Hell’s Week. We need one doctor and one nurse. Who’s willing to go?”
Hearing this, most doctors and nurses lowered their heads.
The Hell’s Week in the northwestern military region is usually held in harsh wilderness conditions, where you’re woken up by training noises in the middle of the night, and during the day, you’re stuck in a tent on standby.
Hearing this, Su Wanqing’s eyes lit up: “I want—”
Before Su Wanqing could finish, Yu Qing quickly grabbed Wen Ci’s hand and raised it high, gritting her teeth as she said, “Head Nurse, Wen Ci and I volunteer to go.”
“Good, it’s settled then.”
Su Wanqing pouted, “Head Nurse, I want to go too.”
“Doctor Yu has experience from going once before.”
Su Wanqing: “Then I’ll go as a nurse.”
Everyone looked at Su Wanqing with strange expressions. The hospital knew that Wen Ci’s husband was the feared commander of the neighboring camp, and they also knew that Dr. Su, who had studied abroad, had returned for him.
But doing this in front of the actual wife was too low.
Yu Qing sneered, “I can’t possibly command Dr. Su.”
The head nurse, hearing their argument, showed displeasure on her face: “That’s settled. Everyone, get back to work. Doctor Yu and Nurse Wen, go home and pack your things. Report to the camp this afternoon.”
Injuries are inevitable during the Hell’s Week training.
Their duty is to handle minor wounds on-site, while serious cases are sent back to the hospital.
After the head nurse left, everyone looked at Wen Ci and Yu Qing with pitiful eyes: “We’ll treat you to a big meal when you get back.”
Wen Ci blinked her eyes.
She didn’t understand why everyone was looking at her like that.
“What’s so bad about the Hell’s Week?”
Yu Qing sighed and shook her head. If it weren’t for Su Wanqing volunteering, she would never have taken the initiative to go to the Hell’s Week.
The food is terrible.
Sleep is terrible.
But the rations provided by the army are at least edible. The soldiers participating in the Hell’s Week have to forage for food in the wild.
Eating snakes and rats is common.
“It’s hard to put into words. Wen Ci, go home and pack some old clothes, thick ones, and bring flat shoes.”
The temperature difference between day and night in the northwestern wilderness is extreme. They’ll have to live in tents, and the blankets provided by the neighboring camp are useless. They’ll have to huddle together for warmth.
Listening to Yu Qing’s bleak tone, Wen Ci felt a faint curiosity rising in her heart. Just how harsh could the environment be to make Yu Qing react like this?
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