Daily life in the academy

"It's been a quarter of an hour since the bell rang, and you're still late. What's going on? Are you unwilling to attend martial arts class, or do you look down on me, Mr. Wu?"

Fu Lang used to serve in the army frequently. Even after he retired, he never forgot to go for morning and evening training, so his skin was always tanned. In addition, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a righteous look, and a strong voice, which made him very intimidating. All the students lowered their heads and dared not look him in the eyes.

"Everyone, run fifteen laps around the training grounds. Those who fall behind will do five more laps. Begin immediately."

"what......."

There were wails everywhere. Except for a few students from poor families, the rest of the students were from aristocratic families. These young masters came from wealthy families and lived a life of luxury. They had never been subjected to such devilish training and were naturally unwilling to do it.

Fu Lang, with a sullen face, showed no sign of being moved. He blew a sharp whistle to urge the students on, and took the whip from the assistant instructor Liang next to him. With a loud "swish", a deep whip mark immediately appeared on the ground.

No one could imagine how painful it would be to be whipped by the whip. Everyone was afraid to delay for a moment and quickly started running.

Fu Lang stood in the middle of the training ground, supervising this group of useless students while scolding them.

"How can you possibly serve your country in your present state? Do you understand that if you were to fight the enemy, even a quarter of an hour late, you could lose a city, destroying the people and leaving them homeless?"

"Punctuality is the most basic quality you have as students. From now on, if anyone dares to be late for my class, they will be punished by running fifteen laps. Do you understand?"

Bai Zhi, who had experienced military training in her previous life, naturally knew that it was time to give the instructor the most positive response. She hurriedly pulled Ye Yanliang, who was running with her, and whispered something to him, then winked at him. They both opened their mouths and answered loudly at the same time: I heard it.

At the same time, the voices of three other people also sounded simultaneously, namely Yan Qingchen, Mu Bailian and Wen Zhe.

Fu Lang was certainly not satisfied with this answer. He whipped his whip twice more and raised his voice again: "Are all the others mute? Except for the five people who just answered, the rest of you will practice five more rounds. Do you hear me?"

"I heard."

The loud voices of the other students spread throughout the training ground. Fu Lang nodded with satisfaction and stopped making things difficult for them. He walked straight to the end of the line and started running together.

Assistant Instructor Liang was counting the laps for the students to prevent some of them from cheating. When the eighth lap was counted, Bai Zhi felt like her lungs were about to burst, but even so she still didn't dare to open her mouth to breathe, as opening her mouth would only make her body more uncomfortable.

Bai Zhi could still hold on, but the people on Yan Qingchen's side were not so good. Yan Qingchen and Mu Bailian alone, often practiced martial arts and had a strong foundation. After these few rounds, they were just a little out of breath and had ruddy faces.

But Wenzhe was really feeling bad. By the tenth lap, his whole face had turned red. He felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness, and gasping for breath. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and fell down.

"Wenzhe, Wenzhe...what's wrong with you?"

"Wenzhe...Wenzhe...wake up?"

Yan Qingchen and Mu Bailian noticed something was wrong and immediately surrounded him, but Wenzhe was in a very bad condition at the moment, his eyes were half open, and the whites of his eyes occupied most of his eye sockets.

Fu Lang rushed over after hearing the noise. After seeing Wenzhe's condition, he immediately called out to Assistant Professor Liang and asked him to find someone to carry him to the clinic for treatment.

The other students also gathered around worriedly. Bai Zhi happened to run nearby and happened to see Wenzhe's situation. The experience of her previous life flashed through her mind. He was clearly suffering from symptoms of respiratory alkalosis, which was caused by constantly breathing heavily during strenuous exercise.

Wenzhe's condition was already very serious at this time. I remember that a classmate in my previous life had a similar situation. If not treated in time, it would lead to respiratory failure and be life-threatening.

Bai Zhi pushed through the crowd and rushed over, grabbing Wenzhe's chin and closing it, while covering his mouth to prevent him from breathing through his mouth. Feeling the struggle of the person below her, she increased her strength and shouted loudly: "Wenzhe, don't worry, breathe through your nose, you must breathe through your nose."

Then, she looked at the two people who were watching her actions in a daze, not knowing what to do out of anxiety, and ordered without hesitation:

"Prince, quickly disperse the troops and carry him to a cool place."

"Mu Bailian, go get some cold water to cool him down."

Perhaps Bai Zhi was too calm and confident, and the two of them unconsciously followed her instructions.

Not far to the west of the training ground is the dining hall, where there is a well. Mu Bailian hurried over to get a bucket of water.

"What should we do?" Yan Qingchen took the bucket from him and asked Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi's hand was still on Wenzhe's mouth to prevent him from breathing through his mouth again, and Mu Bailian was really tired from carrying a bucket of water, so Yan Qingchen naturally took on the rest of the things.

Yan Qingchen acted naturally, not feeling that squatting down to ask questions to a poor student was beneath his status as a prince. At this moment, he only cared about the safety of his brother.

Bai Zhi: "Prince, please wet the handkerchief and wipe Wenzhe's body repeatedly to relieve the high temperature in his body."

"it is good."

Yan Qingchen hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his chest, soaked it in a bucket of water, and then continued to wipe Wenzhe's cheeks, neck, and arms according to Baizhi's requirements.

Fortunately, not long after Yan Qingchen wiped it, Assistant Professor Liang called two burly men over with a stretcher and quickly sent Wenzhe to the nearest clinic.

Mu Bailian immediately followed. After taking two steps, he realized Yan Qingchen hadn't caught up with him, so he quickly called out, "Brother Yan, let's go."

Yan Qingchen came back to his senses, responded, and followed, but for some reason he looked back.

Bai Zhi was still standing there, her originally snow-white skin now covered with a blush, perhaps because the energy and blood from running had not dissipated, or because of the somewhat nervous but calm command just now. The latter noticed his gaze and actually smiled brightly at him. Yan Qingchen seemed to be stabbed, and quickly withdrew his gaze and stepped forward to catch up with the person in front.

Because of this blunder, Fu Lang didn't dare to train the students in this way anymore, so he cancelled the remaining laps and let everyone rest for a quarter of an hour before continuing with the class.

Fu Lang also realized that he was a little too impatient in this matter. These rich young men could not compare to the soldiers he trained, so he had to make progress step by step.

Fu Lang walked over to Bai Zhi and spoke to her, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

"What's your name? You handled it very well just now. How did you learn those methods? Are you from a medical family?"