After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

The procedure to enter the Operating Room was very complex.

They had to spray disinfectant, wash their hands, put on medical protective clothing, wear caps, masks, gloves, and shoe covers.

They even waited in the changing room for a while before someone came out from the operating room to fetch them, and only then were they able to go inside.

Upon entering, it was not like the dimly lit version often shown in films, where only an operating light illuminates the space.

The surgery had not yet begun, and the lighting was still quite bright.

There were a lot of people, a bunch of doctors surrounding a patient, likely in consultation.

A middle-aged doctor approached them, "You’re finally here! Get to work quickly! The patient’s condition is not stable; we need to rush the examination!"

Fang Huai glanced at Cao Yi, not bothering with small talk, pulled on his gloves, and directed,

"You guys handle the equipment, I’ll deal with the steel rebar!"

Zeng Zhigao and Hu Hongzhi nodded and began connecting the hydraulic shears, starting up the hydraulic pump.

The doctors’ eyes lit up at the sight of the pointy ends of the shears.

"Chief, this is good stuff! The last patient with the rebar through the head, it took us a lot of effort to cut the rebar inside the body with that rapid cutter. This instrument probably has a smaller expansion surface. If we used this, it would probably have been much easier!"

Fang Huai’s mouth twisted.

Operations inside the body?

Dude, it’s not that I don’t respect you.

The shears these days are old-fashioned, weighing over twenty pounds.

They say doctors have steady hands.

If you can hold this clunky tool steady without shaking for half a minute, and still operate it, you’re in good shape.

Of course, he could only complain internally, since the 120 is still an ally.

Curious, Hu Hongzhi asked, "Doctor, don’t you keep a section of the rebar outside the body... to make it easier to pull it out later?"

The doctor chuckled, "Such a thick piece of rebar, we wouldn’t dare to just pull it out. We’re going to operate later, and we need to change the patient’s position for the examination. The shorter the external rebar, the easier it is to turn the patient over."

"Oh..."

Fang Huai had also come to the patient’s side by now, taking a look.

Fortunately, it was simpler than he had imagined; the doctors had already cut off his pants completely, spread his legs apart with instruments, and the entire lower half of the person was lifted upwards.

Initially, he was prepared to see how the rebar had penetrated the body and whether it would cause any stiffness, but the patient’s body was entirely covered, with a hole cut around the wound, leaving just the rebar exposed.

What he was not mentally prepared for was the... mucus flowing out of the anal wound.

Fang Huai held his breath and tightly hooked the flesh-closest part with two fingers, giving it a try.

It was only after the two men lifted and steadied the machine that he helped them align the shears’ pointy end with the rebar’s threaded indentation close to his fingers.

The doctor next to them frowned, "Aren’t you using pliers? Is it going to be stable enough with this cut?"

Fang Huai was also startled, "Didn’t you say the closer to the flesh the better? Those plier heads are so big, how can they fit close to the root of the leg?"

"Are you sure it’ll work? The torsion on the rebar will be significant! The rebar inside is right next to the spleen, you absolutely can’t let it shake, otherwise, it will cause secondary harm!" said the doctor, somewhat surprised.

Fang Huai smiled, "This is our specialty, doctor; you don’t have to remind me."

With that, he firmly gripped the rebar with two fingers plus a thumb, while his other hand grasped the external rebar tightly.

"Cut," said Fang Huai.

The rebar was indeed thick; when the shears exerted force, Fang Huai felt the entire bar twisting.

The not-so-sharp blades of the shears twisted as they cut into the rebar.

Fang Huai’s glove on his right thumb was twisted out of shape, and his fingers turned bright red from the pressure.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Fang Huai quickly shouted.

The doctor nearby also frowned, "Maybe use the pliers after all!"

But Fang Huai shook his head, removed his gloves, reached under his surgical gown, and pulled out a pair of rescue gloves and put them on.

He gripped the rebar once more.

"Begin!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

This time, with a strained grip of three fingers, the rebar began to deform at the cut, but Fang Huai remained silent and the rebar no longer moved.

Seconds later,

"Crack."

It was only then that Fang Huai casually discarded the cut rebar onto the floor, looking relaxed.

His lips, however, slightly let out a hiss, "Sss..."

He put his hand behind his back, shaking slightly.

His left hand was still alright, but the thumb on his right hand, from exerting too much force, now felt numb as if he had just received a local anesthetic.

The doctors checked the nearly flesh-close break and the wound, noticing no new blood flowing out, and they couldn’t help but applaud.

"It’s your expertise! We wouldn’t dare to hold such a thick rebar by hand when cutting, afraid of not being steady enough, but you firefighters managed to hold it with just three fingers! Each profession really does have its own specialization.

"Doesn’t that grip hurt your hand?"

Fang Huai cheerfully responded, "No big deal, no big deal, it doesn’t hurt."

...

There wasn’t much time for small talk during the emergency surgery.

Coming out of the Operating Room, Fang Huai began shaking his hand frantically, howling,

"Whew... That rebar must have been two or three centimeters thick, right? Holding it felt like I was gripping a freaking Golden hoop stick!"

Cao Yi couldn’t help but laugh mockingly, "I thought you said it didn’t hurt? Dead men tell no tales! Even if a nuclear bomb went off, you’d still be left with an open mouth."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... To have a steel bar going right through the body, that’s gotta hurt!" Hu Hongzhi shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Fang Huai grimaced and stopped in his tracks, sighing,

"As a disadvantaged group, when something like this happens, except for your life, there isn’t much else you can use to threaten anybody. The time and cost of using the law used to be too high. Fortunately, we now have the Labor Arbitration Law; otherwise, you’d need a lawyer just to claim your wages, and many people would give up.

Not to mention on construction sites, how many company bosses brazenly act shamelessly on the courthouse steps?

Queuing up for court, waiting for a verdict, waiting for enforcement, by the time all is said and done, half a year or even most of a year has gone by.

They’re betting that employees would neither dare to sue nor be able to wait even if they did.

The retreat of many gives them a lot of room to survive.

I’m afraid it will only be when everyone is good at using the law, the threshold for entering a courtroom lowers, and efficiency is improved, that many injustices will disappear.

Legal education is much harder than promoting fire safety, and the costs are too high."

Cao Yi patted Fang Huai on the head and laughed, "You know quite a bit, kid! I don’t think you need to apply for an officer position; you could succeed just fine through the academic route!"

Fang Huai’s mouth twitched:

"Yeah, right, knowing a lot and studying the sciences, they’re two different things! Me, I can do anything when I’m desperate, except solve math problems!"

Cao Yi laughed heartily, "Hahaha... If you put it that way, then we’re birds of a feather!

I only passed the Military Academy entrance exam because I guessed correctly on the multiple-choice questions!"

...

When they got back to the Squadron, people had already gathered in the front yard, bragging and waiting for dinner.

To Fang Huai’s surprise, Zhang Tianwang, who seemed rather difficult to get along with, was standing in front of the garage chatting happily with the newly arrived recruit Wang Peng.

"Hey! You’re back! What color is the world you saved today?"

Ye Jiahong, who had spent the afternoon dominating a few new recruits even more rookie than himself with Fang Huai and Hu Hongzhi’s absence, was in a good mood and started joking as soon as he saw them get off the vehicle.

Fang Huai replied irritably, "The color of shit! Today we dealt with a guy who got impaled by a steel bar, even had to go to the Operating Room for cutting, touched a handful of shit, do you want to take a look?"

With that, he raised his hands and walked towards Ye Jiahong.

Ye Jiahong immediately stood up and backed away, "Oh my god, protect me, protect me!"

The front yard immediately erupted into laughter.

Wang Peng, observing this from a distance, had a look of confusion in his eyes.

Next to him, Zhang Tianwang showed a hint of disgust, patting Wang Peng’s back, saying:

"The management style of the Provincial Special Duty Team is indeed quite different from other Squadrons. I see you’ve been busy all afternoon, even training on your own, not bad.

They all say that Fang Huai is the most outstanding new recruit, but I don’t think that’s entirely the case.

This attitude, they are just picking the best of the worst, giving him too much credit. I think you’re better than him in many aspects. Stick to your principles and don’t pick up these bad habits."

Wang Peng nodded earnestly in agreement, saying:

"Thank you, squad leader... I also feel a bit uncomfortable. Today, I suggested to the same year soldiers that we train together and be more disciplined, but none of them agreed, not even Fang Huai... He just ignored me."

Zhang Tianwang let out a dry laugh:

"Proud, huh? To be here, you have to be proud, but whether that pride is backed by real skill is another question. You just do your best, and after a while, I will bring it up with the Squadron. Once I become squad leader, I’ll have you transferred to our squad as the Deputy Squad Leader."

Wang Peng cautiously said, "Squad leader, I heard that many new recruits assigned to the Second Squadron have to go through assessments and selections, and those who don’t qualify have to be transferred?

I overheard it in the kitchen; the three who were transferred out before seemed to have all been squad leaders originally assigned to the Second Squadron."

Zhang Tianwang, who had spent the whole afternoon in the squad and hadn’t spoken to anyone, wasn’t sure himself but didn’t want to lose face in front of the former squad leaders, so he equivocally said:

"Hmm... That’s certain, those who aren’t suited to be here have to be transferred. As long as the leadership is determined, we newcomers can surely transform this Squadron."

Wang Peng’s enthusiasm was rekindled upon hearing this.

"Squad leader, the Cooking Squad leader should be done with the dishes by now; I’m going to help serve the food."

Zhang Tianwang felt gratified and patted his shoulder again:

"Good, self-motivated, not bad, keep up the good work! Tonight, I’ll take you out for training! Only by working harder can you stand out in the troops!"

"Thank you, squad leader, for your concern! I will learn from you!"

After exchanging praises, Wang Peng walked towards the kitchen while Zhang Tianwang looked at the crowd at the dining hall entrance, laughing and chatting loudly about games, chuckled, and wandered off aimlessly with a touch of loneliness.

Fang Huai, the human CCTV, of course, didn’t miss this scene. He patted Ye Jiahong, who was beside him, and joked softly,

"Captain Ye, what do you think they were just chatting about? With that expression, they looked like they were plotting a revolution!"

Ye Jiahong immediately gave him a side eye, "Bullshit! In our Squadron, the biggest rebel is you!

He just joined the Squadron, be a bit nicer to him! Especially Zhou Tiannu and Zhang Tianwang, since they’ve been assigned to your squad, take good care of them!

You should treat new comrades as warmly as the spring breeze, got it?"

Fang Huai laughed, "Yes, yes, yes, just waiting for us to get to know each other better before I call him a noob, just like I do with you, right?"

Ye Jiahong frowned, "Insolent! If you dare, let’s have another go tonight, a one-on-one showdown! Mid lane solo!"

Fang Huai chuckled, "Hey, I’m in. If you lose, don’t hide in the office during next week’s training, you participate the whole time, not a single day less!"

Ye Jiahong hesitated, recalling the harsh training from the previous week, he was scared stiff for two seconds, then seeing Fang Huai’s contemptuous smile, he got mad:

"Bring it on! I’m not scared of you!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Fang Huai patted his leg and stood up, saying, "Prepare to die."

He took a whistle out of his pocket and blew it twice.

"Dinner’s ready, assemble!"