Friends who have participated in military dical examinations should know that military check-ups are as hardcore as kitchen duty's nu, terrifyingly so.
Ordinary civilian check-ups are usually quite simple, just standard eyes, ENT internal dicine, plus so auxiliary items, and it's done.
If it's a personal check-up that costs a few hundred bucks, it would be relatively more detailed, with various adenine red blood cell concentrations reflected in the report.
For students and employees, you might often encounter perfunctory situations, where they just press a couple of tis and stamp it.
Even if it's a high-level check-up costing around 3000 yuan, compared to the military check-up, there's still a significant gap—military check-ups really use a magnifying glass to find your flaws.
Moreover, the stronger the military's combat power, the more hardcore these examinations tend to be.
Having a dozen or so people stand in a small room to check sensitive areas is not at all unusual in the military.
For super-elite warriors like fighter pilots and astronauts, not just the iris, sotis even your two O's need to be verified manually to see if they're symtrical—even if one side is slightly smaller, it's not acceptable—this description isn't ant to mock or have H-related thoughts, it's genuinely part of the basic process.
So seasoned military doctors can diagnose your kidney shape just by touching.
Besides.
In the military, there's also squatting, pupil dilation exams—dropping so eye drops to dilate the pupils, then checking if there are any problems with the eye fundus, afterward you'll feel like an interstellar player.
There's also the spinning chair test—sitting on a chair that spins horizontally, moving your head with the beep... and a series of highly specialized examination procedures.
Therefore, when the warriors learned that sensory tests were included in the examination process, not a single one raised any objections privately.
After Director Feng gave the orders, the examinations quickly began in an orderly fashion.
"Next batch, Squad Two of Platoon Three, get ready!"
Outside the sensory testing room, they heard the examiner call their squad's na.
Belonging to a certain hero company, Squad Leader Chen Rong imdiately straightened up and said to his squad mbers who were already lined up:
"Everyone, keep up, it's our turn now."
Then he led nine warriors to the entrance of the testing room, handed in his squad's dical forms; since the examiner wasn't wearing a military rank, he didn't salute:
"Hello comrade, I'm Chen Rong, Squad Leader of Platoon Three, Squad Two."
The examiner took the form, verified it, then nodded:
"Squad Leader Chen, please follow ."
Then led everyone into the testing room.
The sensory testing room is sowhat similar to a traditional CT room, the main door doesn't directly lead inside, but has a waiting area around ten square ters.
On each side of the waiting area are long benches, and at the end, there's a tightly closed silver door.
At this mont, the door is flashing a red light, indicating another batch is undergoing tests inside.
Upon reaching the waiting area, the examiner pointed to the bench and said:
"Comrades, please have a seat first. Squad One just went in, they might take a while to finish."
"Ah, alright, thanks a lot."
Chen Rong nodded towards them, while beckoning his squad mbers to all sit down.
Since dical check-ups aren't combat tasks, the warriors are allowed to chat freely during the examination, as long as it doesn't disrupt the normal examination ti.
Of course, their voices shouldn't be too loud, and they should maintain formation without interruption.
At this mont, with nothing else to do, everyone casually started chatting.
"Boss, we just ran a drill a while ago, will next March's deploynt training proceed as usual?"
Upon hearing the question from his squad mber, Hong Haiping, Chen Rong shook his head quickly and said:
"I was just about to tell you all, you need to be ntally prepared.
I asked the instructor, and not only will the deploynt training not be delayed, it might be moved forward a few days, so if you guys plan on taking leave, best submit your reports ahead of ti.
Especially Xiaozhao, if your girlfriend plans to visit, tell her to co in early January; on Valentine's Day, we might already be on the march for deploynt training."
The rabbit troops are divided into five categories, nineteen levels, and during the two-year conscription phase, there are no holidays.
However, the people present are all absolute elite warriors, long since detached from conscription status, and so squad mbers are even sergeants.
Therefore, aside from occasionally being allocated spots for outings, each one also has at least a 20-day family visit leave eligibility.
Of course, while it's spoken like this, actually executing it is another story.
For Chen Rong and his group's military category, field training takes precedence over personal leave applications.
Or rather from their level of awareness, they generally don't actively apply for personal leave.
Take Chen Rong's squad as an example.
The entire squad, including Chen Rong, consists of ten people, nine of whom are bachelors, the only one with a girlfriend being Xiaozhao, Zhao Pinglei.
They're truly a pair of ill-fated lovebirds, one in the west, the other in the east, separated by 1400 kiloters of long-distance military romance.
Yet even so, in the past two years, Zhao Pinglei has only taken about eight or nine days of family leave in total.
On average, a little over four days a year.
And this is more than the sum of all the family leave the entire class of Chen Rong has taken.
It's not that they are indifferent or cold, but they deeply understand the weight of the responsibility on their shoulders.
The badges on them have long beco their faith within.
Take Chen Rong for example.
As a squad leader of a unit subordinate to the main combat module of the army, second only to the renowned army, his individual combat skills are virtually indistinguishable from the traditional concept of a Soldier King.
At his level.
If it weren't for the genuine pursuit of that heartfelt love and duty, he could entirely choose a different way of living.
So ordinary warriors may find it difficult to find employnt after discharge, but Chen Rong didn't face this issue—if he wished, there were plenty of major security jobs offering twenty to thirty thousand a month.
Like the large security companies in Shencheng, the average annual salary for instructor-level security personnel they hire reaches up to 450,000, and so don't even possess combat skills as refined as Chen Rong's.
The view returned to the waiting area of the examination room.
Upon hearing Chen Rong's answer, Hong Haiping scratched his head and sighed:
"Ah? Going to train early again? Well, that ans another year without going ho."
With December drawing to a close, if the troops were to head out early for training next year, it ant less than a month of ho leave ti for Hong Haiping.
Given his rank as a junior non-commissioned officer, getting leave wasn't easy.
After all, there's a relevant regulation that stipulates the full leave rate for non-commissioned officers in each unit should not be less than 90% annually.
Subsequently, Hong Haiping looked at Chen Rong and continued to ask:
"Boss, are you going back this ti? If you want to take leave, you'd definitely get it."
As a squad leader, Chen Rong's rank naturally went without saying; even if all the non-commissioned officers applied for leave together, he would be guaranteed approval.
But to everyone's surprise, Chen Rong hesitated for a mont and eventually shook his head:
"Forget it, next ti."
After saying this, Chen Rong's feelings were unexpectedly subtle.
He was born in a small village in Dian Nan, where his grandfather had fought in the battle of '79.
At that ti, his grandfather advanced with the unit to Liangshan and was unfortunately killed in action, leaving behind Chen Rong's father as an only child.
Then, Chen Rong's father took up the baton from his father, also becoming a glorious warrior.
During the catastrophe in '98, Chen Rong's father voluntarily applied to go to the frontline and perished from exhaustion after saving three people amidst the flood.
At that ti, Chen Rong had just turned one month old.
As Chen Rong grew up, he resolutely chose the sa path as his forebears—it isn't a cliched appeal to emotions, but a reality that had taken place repeatedly regionally.
When Chen Rong enlisted, his mother accompanied him to the station.
As they parted, she handed Chen Rong a handwritten letter left by his father, of whom he had no recollection, with four words written:
"Never Decay."
The four words were scribbled sloppily, extrely scraggly.
It was apparent that his father was an uneducated but imnsely stubborn man.
Afterward was Chen Rong's eight-year military career, a mixture of hardships and sweetness, joy and sorrow.
During that ti, he did visit his mother frequently and found out all was well at ho.
However, the last ti he visited his mother was more than two years ago.
If you count this New Year's Day, it's been precisely three years since he last went ho.
As for the reason Chen Rong didn't go ho the past two years... It was quite simple, really:
The first year, newly appointed as the squad leader, he had to lead by example and thus never took leave.
Back then, he barely used his own leave slots, let alone to visit his mother.
The second year was due to Chen Rong breaking his forearm during the end of stationed training; he didn't want to worry his mother, so he forcibly postponed his family leave past its due date.
Thankfully, his arm wasn't a comminuted fracture and didn't damage the root, which allowed Chen Rong to stay with the regint post-recovery.
This year he had a chance to go ho, but for so reason, Chen Rong had a faintly peculiar feeling.
Whether it was from previous exercises or the early stationed training of tomorrow, things seed different than in past years.
Therefore, he hoped to use this period to train a bit more and maintain his condition.
Even if his premonitions were wrong, boosting physical fitness never hurt.
And as Chen Rong was a bit lost in thought, the silver door suddenly swung open:
"Third row second squad, it's your turn!"
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