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He answered whatever the doctor asked. Malashenko, who had no reason to lie, truthfully described his true feelings at the moment.

"The bullet wound in the abdomen will take some time to recover. We have taken out the bullet and the wound has been cleaned. It is normal to still feel pain. After all, it is not an ordinary wound."

"From today until you are discharged from the hospital, Comrade Malashenko, I will always be your attending doctor. Please call me Igor. I will be responsible for formulating and monitoring your treatment plan throughout the entire process. Please feel free to leave it to me. . In addition, we have thought about assigning you a companion nurse, but we encountered some obstacles. Someone volunteered and ignored the obstruction. Your companion nurse will be here soon. "

"If you have any questions or discomfort, please inform me at any time, and let anyone come to me. We are all familiar faces. I wish you a speedy recovery and good health, Comrade Malashenko, I will take my leave now."

The big bespectacled doctor in front of him made a lot of noises. Malashenko, who had been looking at him, could only blink a few times and nodded, and then expressed his thanks. This man spoke like a machine gun and spoke at a speed comparable to The doctor of MG42 didn't seem to want to leave himself a chance to interrupt until he took the person away.

"I feel like this doctor is always very perfunctory. He always comes and leaves immediately. He never takes good care of Comrade Commander.

As soon as the doctor and others walked out of the door, Iushkin, who had been standing aside, finally couldn't help it and immediately started to complain, but Kirill, who was also standing by, objected.

"How could it be? Dr. Igor is the best surgeon here. Like Dr. Karachev, he also returned from studying abroad and is a top surgical expert. He is responsible for so many important patients in the hospital. He is very busy. Sure, don’t get it wrong.”

Iushkin, who stopped speaking, neither expressed his approval nor objection, but once again pulled the chair in the corner of the room and moved it to the side of Malashenko's bed, and sat down directly.

"When we found you that day, Comrade Commander, you were already seriously injured and fell to the ground."

"The bullet hit you in the abdomen, and the blood flowed non-stop. You had already passed out at that time. We quickly tore off the clean inner clothes of your clothes and pressed the wound with our hands to stop the bleeding. Kirill ran away Kalachev was called in. Oh my god, that guy was so frightened by the German shells and bullets that he wet his pants. He was definitely the most timid one in our brigade. "

Iushkin's skill in making awkward conversations was acquired from Malashenko, and it has always been getting better and better.

Listening to Iushkin's vivid imitation of Karachev's miserable state, Malashenko couldn't help but sit on the bed and laugh out loud.

"Pfft, haha, oh, oh, oh, it hurts."

It didn't matter if he didn't smile. The sudden smile made Malashenko feel a strong and heartbreaking pain from the wound under the abdominal bandage. It seemed that he was laughing too much.

"Comrade Commander, are you okay? Do you want to call a doctor?"

When he suddenly grinned, Iushkin, Kirill and Seryosha, who were immediately panicked, hurriedly gathered around him. Malashenko, who clearly felt that the pain was fading, immediately waved his hand.

"No, it's just too funny. Iushkin, if you laugh at Dr. Karachev like this in the future, be careful that he won't care about you after he gets injured. He is just a college graduate who returned to his motherland with patriotic passion. "Sir, you are not a serious Red Army soldier like us. You should not laugh at others but treat them with respect, understand?"

Everyone knows the truth. Malashenko said this half-jokingly to calm the atmosphere. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose. Iushkin, who looked a little embarrassed, then spoke.

"I'm just saying that I have always respected him. After all, he saved so many of our comrades, and I am very grateful to him! If you don't believe it, ask them both. It has always been like this."

After another burst of gentle laughter, Malashenko, who leaned back and leaned on the pillow, stretched his muscles a little, cautiously, and then asked again with a somewhat uncertain tone.

"So I lost too much blood and passed out? Then where are we now?"

"In Moscow, Comrade Commander."

"Moscow!?"

Malashenko originally thought he might be in a relatively safe rear hospital, but he never expected to be so far away from the front line. How on earth was he brought to Moscow from Kursk? of?

"Tell me what happened, Iushkin, aren't we on the front line of Kursk? Right in Prokhorovka, why are we suddenly in Moscow now?"

Seeing the disbelief on Malashenko's face, Iushkin, who still had a smile on his face, thought for a moment and organized his words before speaking.

"Reinforcements arrived at the last moment. Tanks, planes, and countless infantrymen rushed the three SS divisions outside the village to pieces. These bastards who were just attacking us even forgot to defend. One He didn’t even last the round and was immediately washed away.”

"The reinforcements were chasing, and the scattered SS troops were organizing a retreat. Our brigade and the 9th Guards Airborne Division were also in the village. The scene was so chaotic. I only remember that the Germans seemed to be broken. Running around like pigs in a pigsty.”

"But I heard that they still couldn't eat all the SS division. They ran away a small part, but the final victory in Prokhorovka was ours! Those Germans could not launch another attack after that day An attack."

"Karachev said that your wounds were at risk of infection, you had lost too much blood, and you had several broken ribs. You were shocked by the shells. He did not rule out the risk of internal injuries such as organ damage. He said that your condition at the time was like The tattered scarecrow was pecked by crows and has injuries all over its body. It must be sent to a large hospital with good conditions. There is no way the front line can handle such serious injuries. "

"Karachev was busy leading people to rescue you, and Comrade Political Commissar hurriedly reported the news to the front army headquarters. A call back came after a while. Commander Vatutin personally ordered that your condition be stabilized and sent to Moscow for treatment. A special plane was prepared. Fortunately, Kursk is not too far from Moscow, and we finally made it.”

Iushkin spoke a lot and in detail, enough for Malashenko to understand the whole process of the incident, but there was still one last question that troubled Malashenko's mind and had not yet been solved.

"What day is it today? Iushkin."

"August 2, Comrade Commander, August 2, 1943."