"W-What's gotten into this bastard?!" The assistant instructor panicked and rushed toward the recruit on the ground. "Recruit No.97! Can you hear me?! Recruit!"

The assistant grabbed Recruit No.97's shoulders and shook him around, but the latter was already half-unconscious. He hadn't blacked out yet, but his whole body was violently convulsing, perhaps related to the lack of oxygen intake.

"W-What should I do?! R-Right, medic! Call for a medic, now!" The assistant instructor called for a medic after finally realizing the urgency of the situation.

“I'm coming!” A nearby medic ran over at full steam. He almost did a baseball slide to stop and plop down next to the unresponsive recruit. After a brief check, his complexion turned pale.

The assistant instructor cried out. “Do something!”

"Y-yes, sir!" the medic replied and tried to perform first aid, but he wasn’t a doctor. The recruit's condition was already far too gone for him to provide basic medical assistance. Unable to do anything concrete, the medic could only helplessly sweat buckets before roaring, "Ambulance! Call an ambulance, right away!"

“You dumbass, where would we get an ambulance in here...” The assistant instructor swore while urgently looking around. This situation had flustered him so much that he even forgot to wipe all the sweat dripping down his face. He could tell that this situation was beyond his control. A high-ranking officer had to be present. Unfortunately, officers were never there when you needed...