Red Moscow

The operating rooms of this era were not as strictly managed as those of later generations. As long as you enter the door of the operating room, if no medical staff notices your presence, you can shuttle back and forth between the operating rooms at will.

Sokov came to the operating room where Asiya was being rescued, and saw a group of doctors and nurses gathered around the operating table, busy nervously, so he walked slowly, wanting to see with his own eyes how Asiya was doing.

Before he could approach the operating table, a nurse noticed his presence and hurriedly walked over to block him: "Comrade General, this is an important place for surgery. Please leave immediately!"

Perhaps worried that Sokov would sneak in later, the nurse in charge took Sokov to the operating room door, opened the door and pushed him out.

"Misha," seeing Sokov coming out, Yakov quickly stepped forward to support him and asked with concern: "How is Asiya's condition?"

"I have no idea."

"What, you don't know?" Yakov asked with a face full of surprise: "Didn't you just come out of it?"

Sokov said with a wry smile: "I just went in to give Asiya a blood transfusion. After the nurse finished drawing my blood, I wanted to go to the operating room to see Asiya's condition, but I was kicked out."

Lieutenant Sabina, who is responsible for handling traffic accidents, has encountered similar situations before. But they usually wait for the victim's family members to arrive, explain a few words to allow the other party time to come to the traffic police team to handle the accident, and then leave.

But the woman injured in the car accident turned out to be the wife of a general. Moreover, not long after the general arrived, another general arrived, which made Sabina feel very embarrassed. She didn't know whether to stay or return to the traffic police team with the driver who caused the accident.

When Yakov was talking to Sokov, he saw the embarrassed Sabina and said to Sokov: "Misha, look at this lieutenant. He seems to be embarrassed about Asya."

"Comrade Lieutenant," Sokov considered that Lieutenant Sabina had more important work and could not stay with him in the hospital all the time, so he said to him: "You go back first, and I will go to the traffic police team to deal with it when I have time. This matter."

But Sabina changed his mind at this moment. He stared at the two generals in front of him, thinking that if he could leave a good impression on them, it would be helpful to his future. Wanting to understand this, he said respectfully to Sokov: "Comrade General, I can ask my subordinates to take the driver back. I want to stay here. If there is anything that needs help, I will I can also help with running errands.”

What Sabina said made Sokov feel very comfortable after hearing it. He nodded: "Okay, Lieutenant Sabina, then you can stay."

Seeing that Sokov agreed to let him stay, Sabina couldn't help but be overjoyed. He quickly ordered his subordinates: "You take the driver who caused the accident back. I will stay here with the general."

The traffic police did not dare to neglect and quickly took the driver who caused the accident out of the hospital.

Not long after, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor. From the sound, it sounded like a group of people were walking towards here.

Sabina turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. When he saw clearly the person walking at the front of the crowd, his eyes widened in surprise: "Zhukov, this is Marshal Zhukov, why is he here? ?”

Before Sabina could recover, Zhukov had already approached. The accompanying guards immediately separated Sabina from Zhukov to prevent him from bringing danger to Zhukov.

Zhukov came to Sokov and asked with concern: "Misha, how is Asiya's condition?"

"Still rescuing, Comrade Marshal."

"How is the child? Is there anything wrong?"

"Comrade Marshal, I don't know anything." Sokov replied with a grimace: "I only know that Asia is being rescued now, and I don't know anything else."

"You don't look good. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"The nurse just came out and said that Asiya was bleeding heavily and there was not enough plasma. Someone needs to donate blood." Sokov explained to Zhukov: "I just went in and donated 400CC, so my face is a bit ugly."

"Is there no blood in the hospital's blood bank? Why are you, a general, asked to donate blood?" Zhukov said angrily.

"The blood in the blood bank has been exhausted," Sokov explained: "In addition, it is the New Year period, so I can't find anyone to donate blood, so I have to do it myself."

At this time, the door of the operating room opened, and the nurse who asked Sokov to donate blood poked her head out again and said: "Comrade General, the amount of blood is still not enough. Can you find someone to donate blood?"

Just when Sokov rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go in to donate blood again, he was stopped by Zhukov: "Misha, what's Asiya's blood type?"

"Type O, Asia has blood type O."

"I understand, Asiya has type O blood." Zhukov turned to his adjutant and said, "Adjutant, please hurry up and count how many of the people we brought today have type O blood."

"Which of you has type O blood?" the adjutant asked the accompanying guards.

Among the more than 20 guards, only three or four raised their hands, indicating that they had type O blood.

Zhukov said quickly: "You guys follow the nurse and each of you draws 200CC."

When the nurse took these soldiers to draw blood, Zhukov frowned and said to the adjutant: "Comrade adjutant, I think there are a few people donating blood. You can call back and ask those soldiers who have type O blood. Come here and donate blood immediately. We must ensure adequate blood supply so that we can save Asiya’s life.”

Before the adjutant could leave, another group of people appeared at the end of the corridor. After Sabina saw the person clearly, her eyes almost fell to the ground. This time it was Marshal Rokossovsky. Unexpectedly, he also knew General Sokov.

Rokossovsky came closer, first said hello to Zhukov, and then said with concern to Sokov: "Misha, I heard that Asiya had a car accident, so I rushed over immediately. She is now How is the situation?"

"I don't know yet, but the situation must be very bad." Zhukov replied before Sokov: "The nurse said that Asya was bleeding heavily, but the blood in the hospital's blood bank has been used up, and she just took some of my guards there. Blood was drawn."

"Misha, what's Asiya's blood type?" Rokossovsky waited for Zhukov to finish speaking, and immediately said to Sokov: "I hope I can help."

"Type O, it's blood type O." Sokov replied.

Rokossovsky nodded, and then asked the guard who followed him: "Who among you has type O blood, please raise your hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three soldiers raised their hands.

"Misha, I'm so sorry, I only have three soldiers here with type O blood."

Sokov thought to himself that even if each of the three people drew 200CC, it would still be 600CC. It would at least alleviate the blood supply situation, so he politely said: "It's good to have three people. Even if the amount of blood they donate is not enough, it can still help." Asia."

"Does any of you know where the blood is drawn?" Rokossovsky asked, "so I can get my people there."

Sokov had just entered the operating room to draw blood, but Zhukov's subordinates were taken to another place by the nurse. He didn't know where to draw blood. Just when he was in trouble, Sabina took the initiative and said: "Comrade marshals and comrades general, I know where the blood is drawn. If you don't object, I can take these soldiers there."

Zhukov had just been busy caring about Asiya's safety and completely ignored the traffic police lieutenant. When he heard him speak, he asked with a straight face: "Comrade Lieutenant, who are you and why are you here?"

"Comrade Marshal," Sokov quickly explained to Zhukov: "This is Lieutenant Sabina who handled the accident. It was he who called me to inform me that Asiya was injured and hospitalized."

After figuring out the identity of the other party, Zhukov was relieved. He said to Sabina: "Comrade Lieutenant, take these soldiers over."

Seeing Zhukov personally giving him the order, Sabina suddenly became excited. He raised his hand to salute Zhukov, agreed loudly, and left with the soldiers.

After a brief silence, Rokossovsky sighed softly and said to Sokov: "Misha, if Asya lost too much blood, it means that her injury is very serious. In this case, I'm afraid... Your child may not be saved."

Although Sokov had long assumed that the child could not be saved, when he heard Rokossovsky say it, his nose felt sore and tears seemed to be about to burst out of his eyes. But he quickly stabilized his emotions and said with a forced smile: "Comrade Marshal, if the child cannot be saved, it will also be my life."

Zhukov raised his hand and patted Sokov on the shoulder, comforting him and saying, "Misha, don't worry, I believe Asiya and the child will be safe."

At this moment, Sokov had no hope that Asiya and the child would be safe, and said weakly: "I hope so."

At this time, there were footsteps again in the corridor, and everyone looked over unconsciously. This time, it was Malenkov who had not seen him for several days. He was leading a few people in casual clothes and walked over quickly.

Seeing this, Sokov was a little confused. What was going on? Why was Malenkov here?

Not only Sokov was surprised by Malenkov's appearance, but Zhukov and Rokossovsky were also surprised.

"Koschka," Zhukov asked Rokossovsky, "it was you who informed Comrade Malenkov?"

"No." Rokossovsky shook his head and said, "I'm not familiar with him. I thought you informed him."

"I received a call from Yasha and learned that something happened to Asiya, so I hurried over. I didn't tell anyone except I called you."

While the two were talking, Malenkov had already walked closer. He stepped forward and held Sokov's hand, and asked with concern: "Misha, I heard that your wife had a car accident, so I rushed over here in a hurry. How is she doing now?"

"Comrade Malenkov, thank you for your concern." Sokov said: "Although I don't know the specific situation, doctors are still making repairs at the moment. The injury must be very serious."

Malenkov nodded after hearing this, then called a staff member beside him and gave a few instructions in a low voice.

After listening to Malenkov's words, the staff member nodded, turned and left.

"Comrade Malenkov, where did you send your men to?"

"I asked him to go to the dean." Malenkov explained: "Since we can't understand the situation in the operating room, then we have to go to the dean. I don't believe the doctors in the operating room dare to turn away their dean. outside the door."

A few minutes later, the staff member who left appeared with a middle-aged man in a white coat and white hat, and reported to Malenkov: "Comrade Malenkov, I have invited the dean! "

The dean obviously knew such a big shot as Malenkov. He said nervously: "Hello, Comrade Malenkov, is there anything I can do for you?"

Malenkov pointed towards Sokov and said: "This is General Sokov. His wife had a car accident and is being rescued in the operating room at the moment. We want to know how she is doing now. Since we cannot enter the operating room , I can only ask you to help us go in and have a look."

"Okay, Comrade Malenkov." The dean said respectfully, "I am happy to serve you!"

Soon, the dean opened the door to the operating room and walked straight in.

"Misha, don't worry." Malenkov patted Sokov's back with his hand and comforted him: "We will know what's going on inside soon."

While talking, the nurse who took the soldiers to draw blood came over with several blood bags, looked at the people crowded in the corridor, opened the operating room door and walked in.

The soldiers who went to draw blood also came back with Sabina.

Sokov walked up to the soldiers, raised his hand and saluted them, and said politely: "Comrades, thank you for everything you have done for my wife."

"Comrade General," the soldiers hurriedly raised their hands in return: "You're welcome, this is what we should do."

Seeing this situation, Malenkov asked Zhukov in confusion: "Comrade Marshal, what is going on?"

"Comrade Malenkov, the nurse just came out and said that Asiya was bleeding heavily, and the blood bank in the hospital was running out of blood. So we asked these soldiers to donate blood for Asiya."

After listening to Zhukov's explanation, Malenkov finally understood why Sokov took the initiative to salute these guards.

After a few minutes, the dean who went in to inquire about the news came out.

"Comrade Dean, how is the situation inside?" Malenkov asked.

The dean looked at Malenkov standing in front of him, as well as the two marshals Zhukov and Rokossovsky, as well as the injured man's husband, General Sokov, and an unknown major general. He suddenly felt Alexander and raised his hand to wipe He shed cold sweat on his forehead and said cautiously: "The situation is very bad. The car accident caused severe internal bleeding. It is still unknown whether he can be saved."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sokov grabbed his clothes: "My wife's life is in danger, but what about the child in her belly?"

The dean tried hard to free his clothes from Sokov's hand and said tremblingly: "Comrade General, please forgive me. When your wife entered the hospital, the amniotic fluid had broken and the child also showed signs of miscarriage. There is no way. Our doctors could only perform emergency labor induction surgery, but the induced baby died."

After listening to the dean's words, Sokov suddenly felt his eyes darken, and countless stars were flying around in front of his eyes. He swayed on the spot for a few times, and then fell softly to the side. Fortunately, Rokossovsky stood nearby and supported Sokov in time, preventing him from falling to the ground.