Chapter 499: No wonder he

Ring ring ring~

The tools in the tray, you'll be in charge of washing them later; forget it, you're not familiar with the process, so I won't have you handle it.

The end-of-class bell rang, Liu Laoshi took off the medical surgical gloves on his hands and threw them into the trash can.

Let Ding Tengfei throw away the trash later, and at the same time announce the end of class.

The female students swarmed out the back door in a rush, heading outside to breathe fresh air.

Some simply pulled perfume from their pockets and sprayed it on themselves, hoping to eliminate the smell of disinfectant and formaldehyde from the classroom.

Zhou Kaidong and the others all covered their mouths, hurriedly left the classroom and headed toward the toilets; in this class, they were like ruminants, constantly vomiting and then swallowing it back down.

Because the next class is still anatomy, meaning they'll have to return to the classroom again and face that severely swollen terrifying corpse.

So they all agreed to first go to the toilet and vomit out some of the stomach contents, at least to feel a bit better.

Soon the classroom was empty except for the cadaver teacher lying opened up on the operating table.

Only Lu Yang, who was organizing his notes, and Liu Laoshi, who was re‑washing the tools by the sink, remained.

Liu Laoshi wiped the tools he had just cleaned, placed them in an alcohol solution to soak, waiting for the next class to use them, then walked over to Lu Yang holding a thermos.

"In this class, you listened the most attentively and took the most thorough notes; what's your name?"

"My name is Lu Yang."

"You're also a military medic?"

"Yes."

"What's your educational background?"

"I graduated from high school."

"Ah, now that you've been discharged, would you like to…?"

"Teacher, I'm preparing to apply to a military academy, so I won't be coming to a medical school."

Liu Laoshi looked regretful; in the past the school's male‑to‑female admission ratio was always one to nine.

Although the impression is that nurses are all female, compared to that he prefers teaching male students.

Female students are naturally fond of beauty and cleanliness; things like perming hair, doing nails, spraying perfume—these all affect teaching quality.

It's hard to say, hard to manage, and really gives people a headache.

So in this school, male students receive special attention.

This is completely opposite to the situation in the military, two extremes.

Lu Yang asked: "Teacher, earlier in class you mentioned that when the wound area is too large, first‑aid difficulty doubles; I'd like to know, in such a situation, how should we strive to handle it?"

Liu Laoshi laughed: "You really did listen carefully; I myself don't even remember saying that."

It's not that he has a bad memory; he indeed never said that before.

It was entirely Lu Yang who suddenly thought of this question in class and just threw it out there casually.

Liu Laoshi sat in the chair opposite him, took a sip of tea, and continued his tactical spitting of tea foam.

"Break time is too short to give you a detailed explanation, so I'll just briefly mention a few points."

"You're a military medic; you should know that arterial bleeding has an extremely high mortality rate, and if treatment is delayed a person can die in minutes."

Lu Yang nodded; this is basic common sense, taught in the battlefield first‑aid course of the New Recruit Company.

"Venous bleeding is dark red and slow; light pressure can stop it; arterial bleeding is bright red, spurting, under great pressure."

"In this case, you can only press the wound tightly with thick gauze; then use a tourniquet, tighten it firmly about 10 cm above the wound, i. e., toward the heart, to cut off blood supply."

"It's important to note the tourniquet time; if left too long the limb will necrose, risking amputation."

Lu Yang nodded while quickly jotting notes in his notebook.

Liu Laoshi leaned forward to take a look, feeling quite pleased.

Whether in middle school, high school, or university, teachers always favor students who study well.

Although the learning atmosphere in vocational colleges is weak, with students basically sleeping through class, teachers often just go through the motions to finish their tasks.

But after all, teachers also want respect, want their knowledge to help students, and want feedback in class; at least that shows their efforts are rewarded.

Lu Yang asked: "What if, on the battlefield, one is sliced by high‑speed flying shrapnel, leaving a wound over ten centimeters long in the chest or abdomen—something that can't be bandaged—how should we stop the bleeding then?"

Liu Laoshi explained: "If pressure alone can't stop the bleeding, you can try stuffing the entire gauze into the wound to plug the bleeding point, then apply pressure again."

"On the battlefield, staying alive is the key; save lives, then save others…"

Lu Yang nodded, having learned something; indeed, professionals are professionals.

Liu Laoshi wanted to keep talking, but Lu Yang glanced at the time; the class bell would ring soon.

He also wanted to use the restroom, so he made an excuse to get up and prepare to leave, but before leaving he made a request.

"Teacher, we hardly ever get a chance to study here; after class we have to go back; could you let us stand together on the podium later to watch your demonstration up close?"

"If we could get hands‑on experience while you demonstrate, that would be even better."

"If you feel it's too much, just forget it; I know the institute has its own rules."

Although Lu Yang's request doesn't comply with school regulations, Liu Laoshi wasn't pressured.

Considering that these few are all military medics, whose specialty is also "saving lives and healing the wounded."

Furthermore, Lu Yang's attitude toward learning professional knowledge is very proper; therefore, Liu Laoshi decided to make an exception.

"It can be done, but only under my full supervision; this is out of responsibility for medical teaching research and also out of respect for the cadaver teacher."

"Okay, no problem; we'll follow your lead—whatever you say, we'll do."

"Well, go to the restroom; this floor is under repair, so turn left and go to the third floor."

"Okay."

Watching Lu Yang's departing back, Liu Laoshi took a sip of tea and sighed with feeling.

If only the students he taught were all this easy to worry about.

At the same time, in the upstairs men's restroom, a chorus of "wah wah wah" erupted as people vomited in a spray.

Whether it was Kang Changyi or Zhou Kaidong, they were both a handful of snot and a handful of tears right now.

In the urinals, the food they had swallowed that morning and hadn't yet digested was all vomited out in one rush.

Especially, as the food scraps passed through their mouths, the fatty, greasy texture of pork bits and the foul, overcooked fatty intestines made them recall the bad images they had seen in class earlier, and the churning in their stomachs grew even more intense.

Kang Changyi vomited until his face turned bright red: "I've walked the longest road, it's Lu Yang's routine!"

Chen Panpan's tears and snot hung like crystal pendants: "If I had known, I wouldn't have eaten this morning; so much, vomit!"

Zhou Kaidong also wore a pained face, vomiting two mouthfuls of jaundiced liquid: "It's not a matter of eating too much, but of eating too greasy; it makes me can't help thinking of the Giant View… vomit, vomit!"

"Don't bring it up, don't bring it up; I finally forced myself to forget those images!"

"What's the point, there's still a class, we have to go back and continue listening later!"

"I can't take it anymore, I really, I really can't stand it; can I skip class, can you let me leave, I'm really about to break down!"

"Tell the instructor, see if he agrees?"

In the restroom, vomiting sounds rose and fell.

Outside the restroom, by the sink, Ding Tengfei stood dazed by the sink, expression numb.

Zhou Kaidong came out to rinse his mouth, seeing him stand there like nothing happened, was very surprised: "Alright, Ding Tengfei, I didn't expect you to be so awesome, you actually didn't vomit?"

Ding Tengfei, as if his soul had been drawn out, gave no reply, only rubbed water on his face.

Until a girl with a head of crumpled tin foil and canvas shoes—one red, one green—took the initiative to talk to him.

"Hey handsome, can you give me your QiuQiu ID?"

"Hmm?"

A spark of liveliness appeared in Ding Tengfei's eyes.

The girl produced a small comb from her sleeve and brushed it across her side‑swept bangs: "When you get back from vacation, if you have time we can go out together? Do you play Audition? How's your skill? My online name is 【Unwavering Love Until Death】; I'm the vice‑president of our guild, impressive, right?"

Ding Tengfei gave a thumbs‑up, but still said nothing.

It's not that he doesn't want to speak; it's that his mind is filled with those bloody, terrifying images right now.

His throat is being held back by a single breath; if he opens his mouth, he'll surely vomit everything he ate this morning just like the others.

He took a deep breath, repeatedly telling himself he must not embarrass himself, must hold on, must be strong, must be like Lu Yang, a true iron‑blooded man!

At that moment, Lu Yang came up from behind and, without thinking, slapped his back: "Alright, everyone else vomited, but you're fine—no wonder you've been through it!"

Ugh!

The next second, Ding Tengfei involuntarily opened his mouth.

Like a floodgate opening, he spewed vomit toward the sink.

The smell of raw, oily stench, mixed with undigested vegetable leaves, instantly coated a wall.

Lu Yang and Zhou Kaidong were both stunned, repeatedly stepping back to avoid getting splashed on their clothes.

The girl who had asked for a number was also frightened pale, and in an instant vanished without a trace...