Burning Moscow

Seeing my anxious look, Yushchenko walked to my side and said in a low voice: "Comrade General, or else, let's go into the operating room to see the situation?"

Hearing his bad idea, I glared at him fiercely, and said angrily: "It's a nonsense, it's a nonsense. You are not afraid that we rushed in so hastily and affected Dr. Sergey's operation? "

After being so trained by me, Yushchenko had no choice but to return to the chair by the wall and sit down, patiently waiting with me.

I don't know how long I waited, the door of the operating room rang suddenly. I turned my head and looked around. A nurse wearing a mask walked out in between. I quickly stepped forward and stopped her. I asked with concern, "Comrade nurse, is the operation finished?"

The nurse shook her head, and said in a huff, "I'm sorry, Comrade Commander, there was an accident during the operation, and the time may be extended."

There was an accident in the operation. Upon hearing the news, I suddenly became nervous, grabbed her arm, and asked in a flustered manner: "What happened to the accident will cause the operation to fail?"

The nurse shook her head again and replied, "When Dr. Sergey was removing pus and blood from the eyes of the wounded, he found a piece of shrapnel that was not removed during the last operation. Because the size of the shrapnel is small, if you want to take it out, , It may take a while." After saying this, she said to me in a pleading tone, "Comrade Commander, the medicine in the operating room is used up. I am in a hurry to get the medicine. Will I be allowed to leave?",

Only then did I realize that I was still holding her arm tightly, quickly loosened my finger, took a step back, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry. Comrade nurse, I delayed your work." Then I made a request. Posture, "Please."

Yushchenko walked up to me again, looked at the nurse's hurriedly leaving back, and said angrily: "Huh. No wonder Vasily's eyes have not recovered for a long time. It turns out that there is still shrapnel that has not been taken out."

"Comrade Captain, you can't blame the doctor." Sergey performed operations on me, and I knew in my heart that he was a serious and responsible doctor. The reason why I didn't find the shrapnel remaining in Vasily's eyes might be because of the small size. . Seeing Yushchenko's aggrieved look. I can only explain to him: "The remaining shrapnel volume should be very small, I guess it is about the same as sand grains, so Dr. Sergey only missed it when they debrided the wound last time."

After hearing my explanation, Yushchenko let out a cry. He walked back to the wall without comment and sat down again.

Time passed by one minute and one second. Just as I was about to lose patience, the door of the operating room rang again. This time the two doors opened wide, and the two male nurses pushed out the operating bed where Vasily was lying. I quickly greeted me, held the edge of the operating bed with my hand, followed a few steps, and asked Vasily who was lying on it with concern: "Hey. Vasily, can you hear me?"

Vasily, whose eyes were tightly wrapped in gauze, heard my voice and made a hum. The voice said loudly to me: "Comrade Commander, I feel good, thank you!"

Hearing his full confidence, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Vasily again: "You go back and rest first, I will see you later." As he said, I stood up straight and took a step back. Ask the nurse to push the operating table to the ward.

I turned around and walked towards Osiminen who had just appeared at the door. When it was two steps away from him. I took the initiative to stretch out my hands and said at the same time: "Comrade Dean. Thank you for your hard work!"

When Ossiminen stretched out his hands to squeeze me, he said bitterly: "Comrade General, I finally did not disappoint you. The operation was a success. Comrade Vasily’s eyes can be removed in at most a week, although his eyesight is not compatible. It’s the same before, but at least it’s not going to be blind."

After chatting with him for a few words, I suddenly realized that I haven’t seen Sergey's shadow until now, so I asked curiously: "Comrade Dean, I don’t know where Dr. Sergey is? I'm going to thank him personally. he."

Ossiminen snorted in the operating room and said, "Where else can it be, of course it is inside." When he said that, he sighed and added sadly, "After five or six hours of surgery, He is exhausted. If it were in peacetime, such an operation would not be a big deal to him. But now during the war, everything is rationed, and many of our doctors are unable to persist for long periods of time because of malnutrition. Surgery in time. Doctor Sergey is no exception. In the last half hour of the operation, he almost couldn't stand on his feet."

After listening to Ossiminen's account, my heart seemed to be severely grabbed by something, and I felt extremely uncomfortable. I turned my head and told Yushchenko who was standing behind: "Comrade Captain, you immediately go back to where we live and get something to eat, especially the enema, and take as much as you have."

After listening to my instructions, Yushchenko did not act immediately, but continued to stand in the distance without moving, with an embarrassed expression on his face. Seeing this, I couldn't help but become annoyed, and raised my voice to question him: "Captain, what's going on, don't you hear my order?"

Seeing that I was angry again, Yushchenko could only answer honestly: "Comrade General, I heard. But we have limited food. If we bring it to Doctor Sergey, we may be hungry at night. "

"I'll talk about things in the evening at night," I interrupted Yushchenko's words involuntarily, and categorically ordered him: "Now you go back to get food right away, do you hear it?"

"Yes!" Yushchenko reluctantly agreed and turned and walked outside along the corridor.

I asked where Sergey was, and went straight in. Standing at the door of the open locker room, I saw Sergey sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, a nurse squatting beside him, wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Doctor Sergey." After I yelled, I walked into the locker room, then squatted down beside him, and asked with concern: "What's the matter with you?"

Sergey looked at me with a hard smile on his face, and replied: "Comrade General, I'm fine, but when I stand, my feet are a bit too long and my feet are a little bit soft. It will be fine after a short rest."

Before I could speak, the nurse squatting on the other side said furiously: "Doctor Sergey. Why are you standing for a long time and your feet are weak, it is because of long-term malnutrition that your body cannot bear such a height. Intensive surgery..."

"Okay, Irina, stop talking." Sergey stopped the nurse to continue talking. He glanced at me warily, as if afraid that the nurse's words would irritate me.

I coughed softly and comforted him and said, "Doctor Sergey, don't worry. I know that Comrade Nurse is telling the truth. Now the ration certificate system is implemented, and the food you can get every day is very limited. For you For doctors who do heavy work every day. This amount of food is far from enough. I will respond to my superiors as soon as possible and ask them to increase your daily quota."

Hearing what I said, Sergey's eyes lit up and then dimmed again. He shook his head. Weakly said, "Thank you, Comrade General. But this is useless, because after all, you are not in charge of the health department and have no right to adjust the treatment of medical staff."

I did not continue to struggle with this issue, but switched the topic to Vasily's surgery: "Doctor Sergey, I want to ask you why I did not remove all the shrapnel from Comrade Vasily's eyes during the last operation. "

"That's it. Comrade General." Sergey heard me ask about this and quickly explained to me: "When Comrade Vasily was sent to our hospital, his eye injuries were already very serious. It may be dealt with by the field hospital. Irrelevant. We performed two consecutive debridement operations for him to clean up the shrapnel and various impurities in his eyeballs. As for the shrapnel found today, because it is too small, it is only slightly larger than sand, so It was not discovered in time."

I heard Sergey’s statement, which was almost as I guessed. So I stopped struggling with this matter, but continued to ask: "After Vasily’s surgery. How long will it take to recover?" Although Ossiminen gave me the answer just now, I want to continue to ask. Sergey got further news here. I asked it again specifically.

After recovering some strength, Sergey replied to me: "Comrade General, don’t worry, Vasily’s operation was successful. After I removed the shrapnel, I searched it several times and made sure that there was nothing else left. After the pieces are broken, they can be stitched up. If nothing happens, Vasily can have the stitches removed within a week at most. Although his vision can never be restored to the previous level, he will never go blind."

As soon as Sergey finished speaking, Irina, who was opposite, suddenly said to me: "Comrade Commander, although you are now discharged from the hospital, for the sake of safety, don't do strenuous exercise within three months. In order to avoid retinal detachment again. With our existing medical conditions, the anesthetics injected for the second operation on you will have bad side effects on your brain."

Hearing the nurse's instructions, I quickly nodded my head to approve and assured her: "Don't worry, Comrade Irina, I will be very careful about what you reminded."

As we were talking, Yushchenko walked in with a rucksack with a sad expression on his face. I winked at him and motioned to him to give the things to Sergey.

Yushchenko saw my wink and immediately understood it, knelt down, and put his bulging rucksack in front of him.

Seeing the rucksack in front of him, Sergey showed a surprised expression on his face. He asked strangely: "Comrade General, what is this?"

"Nothing, just a little bit of food." I shrugged my shoulders and said lightly: "I think you have been working hard recently, so I asked my subordinates to bring you something to eat. I hope you can accept it."

Irina, the nurse next to her, heard that the rucksack was filled with food. She couldn't help reaching for the rucksack, but Sergey grabbed her hand. Sergey shook her head at her, then turned to me and said, "Comrade General, you should take these foods back. I know that you all come from outside the city, and you don’t have a ration certificate. I want to get these foods. It's a very difficult thing. How can we have the right to eat the food you have so hard to get?"

Without saying anything, I grabbed the rucksack on the ground and stuffed it into Irina’s arms involuntarily, and said in a strong tone: "Comrade nurse, these foods are for you and Dr. Sergey. You can only accept it. You can’t refuse. This is my order. Although you are not soldiers yet, you should know that your superiors’ orders can only be obeyed. You can’t discuss this."

Facing my aggressiveness, Irina’s rucksack in her arms was like a time bomb, which made her awkward, just sweeping her eyes back and forth on the faces of me and Sergey.

"Since it's the kindness of Comrade General, let's accept it." Sergey guessed from my various actions that if he didn't accept these things, I would never give up, so he rushed to Irene. Na nodded and said, "Take it to the doctors and nurses in the inpatient department later."

"Okay." Irina heard Sergei's words, and immediately agreed readily, holding her rucksack and standing up, walking to the other side of the dressing room, and putting things on the table carefully.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch. When I saw that it was past noon, I stood up and said to Sergey who was still sitting on the ground: "Comrade doctor, it's getting late, we won't bother you. You can rest well. "After that, I turned and shook my head at Yushchenko, who was standing next to him, and said, "Captain, let's go!"

When Yushchenko and I got in the jeep, I asked, "Captain, during the time I am away from the place, are there any important things?"

Yushchenko, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, heard me asking, turned around and turned to me and said, "Comrade General, there is nothing else to do, but the instructor who wants to teach you English has arrived and is waiting at our residence. and you."

"Comrade driver, let's drive." I leaned forward, patted the driver on the shoulder, and told him: "Get back to our place of residence as soon as possible. Don't let the instructor wait too long."

Five minutes later ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ our car stopped outside the residence. Yushchenko got out of the car first, went to the back and opened the door, respectfully waiting for me to get out of the car.

As soon as I got out of the car, a soldier ran out of the car and asked Yushchenko with a smile: "Comrade Captain, you are back."

Yushchenko didn't talk nonsense with him, and asked bluntly: "Are the teachers still inside?"

The soldier nodded desperately and replied: "Yes, Comrade Captain, the instructor is still in there waiting for the general to come back."

I walked up to the soldier and told him: "Take us to the teacher, I think he must be anxious." (to be continued)

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