Film and Television Overview: Starting from the Same Window

"Report."

Zhang Chi said impatiently, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Speak."

Bi Shisan said weakly, "I'm not feeling well and want to rest."

"No way." Zhang Chi refused again firmly.

The instructor's words seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back for Bi Shisan, causing him to fall straight forward.

Zhou Shengchen had anticipated Bi Shisan's collapse and had prepared accordingly. Just as Bi Shisan was about to fall, Zhou Shengchen flashed to his side and caught him.

"You got dizzy after standing for only an hour. Even girls don't get dizzy so early."

Zhang Chi's words were still as harsh as ever. People who didn't know him would really want to punch him if they heard them.

Zhou Shengchen understood why the leaders had specifically instructed him not to beat up the instructors this morning; some of the instructors' words were really infuriating, making people want to hit them.

"You two help him to the rest area to rest for a while," Zhang Chi said, pointing to Zhou Shengchen and Xiao Haiyang.

"Yes."

Zhou Shengchen and Xiao Haiyang said in unison, and then they each helped Bi Shisan to the left and right as they walked towards the rest area.

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rest area.

After settling Bi Shisan down, Zhou Shengchen placed his hand on Bi Shisan's wrist.

"What are you doing?" Bi Shisan asked.

“Take my pulse!” Zhou Shengchen replied.

"You can even take a pulse?" Xiao Haiyang asked in surprise.

A hint of surprise also appeared in Bi Shisan's eyes.

Zhou Shengchen scoffed and said, "Both my parents are doctors, and I became an apprentice of the master of traditional Chinese medicine, Song Ziyun, when I was eight years old. Do you think I can take a pulse?"

"Then why didn't you apply to medical school?" Xiao Haiyang asked, puzzled.

Then he guessed, "Could it be because your college entrance exam score wasn't high enough?"

Zhou Shengchen rolled his eyes upon hearing this: "Who do you think you are? Although I didn't pass one exam, my scores in the others are still quite high. Getting into medical school shouldn't be a problem."

"The reason I didn't go is because I don't like the medical profession. Let me put it this way, I'm a rather lazy person, and I didn't really want to go to university. I might just drop out someday."

Bi Shisan asked with a hint of surprise, "What about your job in the future? How will you support yourself?"

"I've made a lot of money writing novels over the years, and with other investments, I'm financially independent now," Zhou Shengchen said, closing his eyes to focus on taking the pulse.

The two nodded thoughtfully.

Xiao Haiyang, in particular, had seen Zhou Shengchen write novels before. Although he didn't know exactly how much Zhou Shengchen had earned, they could guess from what Zhou Shengchen said that he had made quite a bit.

After taking his pulse for a moment, Zhou Shengchen opened his eyes:

"Thirteen, you have a large amount of blood pooling in the vasodilators of your lower limbs, which reduces the amount of blood returning to the heart and decreases the amount of blood pumped by the heart, leading to cerebral ischemia and hypoxia, and eventually causing sudden fainting."

"This type of fainting is called vasovagal syncope. It can be resolved with proper rest and adequate sugar water."

Bi Shisan nodded slowly: "Simply put, it's anemia, just as I suspected."

"You also know medicine?" Xiao Haiyang asked in surprise.

Bi Shisan nodded.

“They are all talented!”

Xiao Haiyang was suddenly filled with emotion.

As if he had thought of something, Xiao Haiyang abruptly stretched out both hands and placed them in front of Zhou Shengchen and Bi Shisan respectively: "Two divine doctors, I have been experiencing tinnitus symptoms for the past two days. I keep feeling a frequency ringing in my ears for no reason. Is this related to watching unhealthy videos?"

Zhou Shengchen and Bi Shisan exchanged a glance and placed their hands on Xiao Haiyang's left and right wrists respectively.

After a moment, the two looked at each other, and Zhou Shengchen finally asked, "Xiao Haiyang, your symptoms worsen at night, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!" Xiao Haiyang nodded frantically.

Zhou Shengchen diagnosed, "You were provoked by Yu Hao's loud voice."

Xiao Haiyang's eyes lit up: "Can my illness still get better?"

Zhou Shengchen countered, "Do you have a way to shut him up?"

After listening, Xiao Haiyang thought about it seriously for a while, then looked dejected: "It seems that the current medical level is not up to par."

"But Zhou Shengchen, can you tell me why you can sleep peacefully despite Yu Hao's loud voice? Is there a trick to it?"

Looking at Xiao Haiyang's expectant eyes, Zhou Shengchen made up a story: "There is indeed a trick, which is to temporarily block the meridians in the ear with silver needles, or stimulate acupoints to make yourself faint."

"Brilliant!"

Xiao Haiyang was taken aback for a moment, then gave a thumbs up.

At this moment, Zhou Shengchen patted Bi Shisan on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Shisan, remember to supplement your nutrition regularly. Continuing like this will shorten your lifespan."

Bi Shisan said, "It's alright, a little sugar will do the trick."

Zhou Shengchen laughed: "Replenishing sugar is only a temporary solution. You still need to eat more nutritious food to restore your body."

Bi Shisan hummed in agreement and said, "I'm much better now. Why don't you two go back first?"

Xiao Haiyang shook his head violently upon hearing this: "I really can't bear to leave you, so I can't go back."

Zhou Shengchen instantly saw through Xiao Haiyang's thoughts and couldn't help but sneer: "Xiao Haiyang, are you worried about him? I think you're just trying to take this opportunity to slack off."

Xiao Haiyang rubbed his nose and said, "Zhou Shengchen, if you don't say anything, we can still be good friends..."

Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the three of them were still chatting and laughing.

On the other side, Zhang Chi was a little angry when he saw that Zhou Shengchen and Xiao Haiyang had not returned for a long time. He felt that the two of them were provoking him by slacking off.

“Um…yes, you, go and call those two people who were standing next to you earlier over here,” Zhang Chi said, pointing at Yu Hao.

"Yes, Instructor."

Yu Hao responded loudly and walked towards the rest area.

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Under the shade of a tree in the rest area, Zhou Shengchen and his two companions chatted leisurely.

Bi Shisan checked the time and kindly reminded them, "You've been here for a while now, it's time to rejoin the team."

Xiao Haiyang yawned and said lazily, "I'm really worried about you, so I'll stay with you a little longer!"

"That instructor is clearly trying to make an example of someone today. I think you should be more careful," Bi Shisan reminded him again.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Female Military Doctor: Are Post-90s Generations Really This Wild?

"It's okay, I have a way to make the instructor not punish me," Zhou Shengchen said confidently.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yu Hao suddenly ran over with a burst of wild laughter.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, you two are doomed! The instructor noticed you two hadn't come back for ages and sent me to urge you on. He's furious. You two are dead this time!" Yu Hao said, looking at Zhou Shengchen and Xiao Haiyang with a hint of schadenfreude.

Zhou Shengchen looked up at Yu Hao and said, "Later, Brother Hao, could you please tell the instructor that you didn't see me and Xiao Haiyang when you came to the rest area? And that you learned from Bi Shisan that I suddenly fainted while Xiao Haiyang and I were helping him to rest, and then Xiao Haiyang helped me to the infirmary?"

After saying that, Zhou Shengchen turned his gaze to Xiao Haiyang and said with a smile, "Now it's my turn to perform. Haiyang, could you please take me to the infirmary?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Shengchen's face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed towards Xiao Haiyang.

"Zhou Shengchen, Zhou Shengchen."

Xiao Haiyang was startled. He couldn't understand how someone who was perfectly fine just moments ago could suddenly faint.

Without thinking twice, he quickly helped Zhou Shengchen to the infirmary.

Yu Hao and Bi Shisan stared at each other, looking at each other with a hint of helplessness in their eyes.

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As Xiao Haiyang helped Zhou Shengchen to the infirmary, the military training team from the Department of Journalism and Communication...

Fan Xiaoyu and her classmates were practicing marching movements under the scorching summer sun on the training field.

Poor little Huangfu Shumin, perhaps because she was spoiled since childhood, couldn't stand even the slightest bit of hard work. After only a short while of training, her body started swaying back and forth.

She looked to Xia Langlang on her left for help: "I can't stand up anymore, what should I do?"

Xia Langlang said helplessly, "What else can we do but try our best to persevere!"

Fan Xiaoyu, standing behind, said bluntly, "You keep talking so much. If you talked less, you could save your energy!"

Huangfu Shumin pouted and said in a wronged tone, "Langlang, if I fall down later, you must catch me!"

As she spoke, she seemed ready to burst into tears at any moment: "My mom said that my skull didn't develop properly when I was little, and if I fell, I would get a concussion."

Her classmates who were close to her burst out laughing when they heard this.

Xia Langlang comforted her, "No, just hang in there, you'll be resting soon."

Huangfu Shumin hummed in response, then swayed a few times before saying, "Langlang, I... I really can't hold on any longer!" She collapsed to the ground shortly after.

"Hey, hey, hey, Huangfu, Huangfu!"

"Huangfu, are you alright?!"

The instructor quickly had Huangfu Shumin carried to the infirmary.

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In the medical room, the female military doctor examined Zhou Shengchen and found that his blood sugar was a little low. She not only gave him a piece of chocolate, but also quickly issued a certificate.

After issuing the certificate for Zhou Shengchen, the female military doctor turned to Xiao Haiyang and said, "He's fine for now, you can go back to your training!"

Xiao Haiyang: "A good doctor."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

However, before leaving, he still gave Zhou Shengchen a thumbs up.

He was indeed a little flustered when Zhou Shengchen "fainted" earlier, but when Zhou Shengchen woke up on the way and told him that he was faking it, Xiao Haiyang immediately understood what was going on.