I was born and listened to my neighbor's older sister talk about her family of origin.

The scorching September sun is like a quenched knife, scraping against the skin of everyone on the playground.

The air was distorted by the heat, and the green camouflage uniforms absorbed all the heat, like moving steamers.

Standing at the very front of the first squad was a dark-skinned, lean man, around thirty years old, carrying a military rank of 12 on his shoulder.

"My name is Zhou Hai, and I will be your instructor for the next five days."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like pebbles, hitting each person's ears precisely.

"Here, there are no young masters or young ladies, only soldiers! My requirements are simple: obedience, obedience, and fucking obedience! Understand?"

"Understood!"

The answers were scattered and lacked energy.

Zhou Hai's eyes narrowed, his murderous aura surging: "Didn't you eat? Speak louder!"

"Understood--!"

This time, the voices were finally more unified and louder.

"very good."

Zhou Hai was very satisfied, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's start with the simplest thing: standing at attention for an hour."

"what?"

A chorus of groans erupted from the ranks.

Zhou Hai's face instantly darkened: "Who's shouting? Step forward!"

Silence reigned.

"Great, it seems no one's calling. Let's add another half hour."

The wailing completely disappeared, replaced by faces filled with despair.

The whistle blew, and the military posture drill officially began.

Jiang Ye stood in the line, his posture upright, his five fingers pressed together against the seam of his trousers, motionless.

With the 10% physical fitness bonus from the system, combined with his years of training at the martial arts school, this level of physical exertion was no different from taking a walk for him.

Time passed quickly, minute by minute.

Jiang Ye stood in the center of the group, observing his surroundings.

Standing diagonally opposite, Ji Xiaoxiao, who was standing first in the first row, also stood perfectly straight, with her chin slightly tucked in and her eyes looking straight ahead. Apart from the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, she didn't look tired at all.

Compared to Ji Xiaoxiao, He Xiangnan was a completely different story.

The boy looked like a wilted cabbage after a frost, his whole body trembling slightly, sweat dripping down his chin, his lips pale, and his eyes beginning to glaze over.

Jiang Ye had no doubt that if the instructor didn't call a stop, he could perform a miraculous ascension to heaven on the spot.

Not only He Xiangnan, but most of the boys and girls in the group were already at their limit, and their bodies began to sway involuntarily.

"Alright, rest here for ten minutes!"

Fortunately, Zhou Hai finally called a halt at this point.

Jiang Ye glanced at the time on his watch; only half an hour had passed.

The instructors were actually worried about the students, so they didn't make them stand for an hour and a half.

As soon as Zhou Hai shouted "Stop!", everyone groaned and collapsed to the ground, taking off their hats and fanning themselves violently.

It's so painful, so incredibly painful.

Jiang Ye also plopped down and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I'm not tired, but this weather is just too hot.

Especially their spot, which is directly exposed to the sun without any shade.

Some people looked at the classes standing in the shadows with envy in their eyes.

"I'm exhausted! Ouch, my back, my feet, my legs... I think I can see my great-grandmother waving at me..."

He Xiangnan wailed and complained beside him.

"Why don't they get to be in the sun? That's not fair!"

But his complaints were useless; positions weren't easily changed.

After resting for a while, I finally recovered.

He Xiangnan couldn't help but look towards the front row, his gaze settling on a slender figure from behind.

Lin Youxun.

She sat quietly in the girls' line, talking to the girl next to her.

Her fair cheeks were flushed red from the sun, like ripe apples, and sweat soaked the stray hairs on her forehead, clinging tightly to her smooth brow.

She looked exhausted, but she persevered. Compared to the other girls who were groaning and complaining, she was much calmer.

This appearance was a stark contrast to her delicate and fragile face.

This made several boys, including He Xiangnan, who were thinking of "playing the hero and saving the beauty" and were ready to help Lin Youxun, who was suffering from heatstroke, to the infirmary, unable to hold back.

This... is not what I expected.

She seems to be able to withstand more strain than them?

Turning around, I saw that Lin Xinghe, not far away, was no less impressive.

And Ji Xiaoxiao, needless to say, is as strong as an ox and has incredibly good energy!

In the end, they were wrong about their trust.

The afternoon training sessions were marching in step and parade step.

After a morning of intense sun exposure and physical exertion, many people's bodies had reached their limits.

An unexpected event occurred at that moment.

While the team was practicing running and walking, a painful scream suddenly came from the girls' group.

"what!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a petite girl lying on the ground, clutching her ankle, her face contorted in pain, tears welling up instantly.

She is the arts and literature committee member, Deng Xiaoyue.

Zhou Hai's expression changed, and he immediately ran over: "What happened?"

"Instructor... I... I think I twisted my ankle..."

Deng Xiaoyue was in so much pain that she could barely speak, and her lips were deathly pale.

"Don't move!"

Zhou Hai squatted down, glanced at her obviously dislocated ankle, and frowned.

"It's a dislocated shoulder! Go to the infirmary! Quick, get two boys to take her there!"

Immediately, two boys who were somewhat familiar with Deng Xiaoyue rushed out.

"Ah—!! No, it hurts too much, don't touch me... Waaaaah..."

But as soon as the two boys lifted Deng Xiaoyue up, she cried out in pain and tears streamed down her face, scaring them so much that they dared not move.

Seeing the chaos, Geng Hui rushed over. After understanding the situation, he frowned and said, "There's nothing we can do. Let's call an ambulance. The dislocation looks quite serious, and the infirmary doesn't have a stretcher. We can't move her right now..."

The school clinic can usually only treat minor ailments such as colds, fevers, heatstroke, and skin abrasions.

For injuries like dislocations, doctors in the medical clinic generally lack the ability to set bones.

Geng Hui quickly called an ambulance, which should take about ten minutes.

During this time, several girls kept fanning Deng Xiaoyue, giving her water, and shielding her from the sun in an attempt to alleviate her pain.

The surrounding classmates also moved further away, giving Deng Xiaoyue enough breathing space.

But her face grew paler and paler, her joints began to swell, and she even started to experience dizziness and nausea.

Deng Xiaoyue's friend shouted anxiously.

"How much longer until the ambulance arrives? Yueyue is dying!"

Jiang Ye frowned as he watched.

He possessed a thorough understanding of basic medical knowledge and was able to assess Deng Xiaoyue's current condition.

If this continues, there is a high chance that she will go into shock.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, immediately pushed through the crowd, walked up to Deng Xiaoyue, and squatted down.

Geng Hui frowned at him: "Jiang Ye? What are you doing? Don't move the wounded!"

"Teacher, I know a little about bone setting. She's in too much pain. If this continues, she'll go into shock before the ambulance arrives."

Jiang Ye's tone was calm and confident, possessing a power that compelled one to believe him.

"you?"

Zhou Hai, standing beside him, also looked on with suspicion.

"You're just a middle school student, you know anything about bone setting? Are you kidding me! If you don't do it right, it could cause further injury!"