Steel Soviet Union

"how is he?"

Being stared at is often a bad feeling, and Karachev is feeling it now.

Karachev, who knew how bad the situation was, wanted to say something, but he hesitated, seeming to have some scruples.

Malashenko, who was anxious but able to remain calm, saw the problem. Then he turned and motioned for Karachev to follow him, and took the lead to stride out of the tent and outside.

"Tell me how bad the situation is. I want you to tell the truth. I am mentally prepared."

Malashenko went straight to the point without any nonsense. Karachev, who expected that this might be the case, didn't think much about it, and immediately vomited out everything he needed to say.

"It's more serious than ever before, and this situation is not trivial."

"During the time you left just now, Comrade Political Commissar couldn't eat anything. After eating a bowl of broth, he vomited, continued to eat, and continued to vomit. He forced himself to do it again and again for almost half an hour, but in the end he couldn't eat anything. "

"The orderly wanted to come over to help, but as soon as he came to him, Comrade Political Commissar couldn't hold on anymore and fell down. There was less air coming in and more air coming out. When I arrived, the scene was like a whole person. Suffocated. That may sound exaggerated, but I swear to God that's what happened."

Malashenko didn't care what Karachev swore to, he only cared about what happened next, and his words that he spoke quietly remained as calm as ever.

"Go on."

""

"The conditions of our division's field hospitals are actually good enough, but they still lack professional equipment to treat this disease, or to sustain life. Treating cancer is not a disease that is within the medical capabilities of field hospitals."

"Lack of professional equipment, I can only make some rough judgments. It is certain that the cancer cells have spread to the lungs, and now it can even be said that the entire lungs are on the verge of complete incapacity. This is causing Comrade Comrade Comrade Comrade Comrade Breathing difficulty and can no longer do consuming work. The fundamental reason why strenuous exercise with high oxygen consumption and even walking faster is not allowed.”

"His lungs can no longer produce enough oxygen to support these exercises. Any aerobic exercise requires oxygen to maintain. If you understand this, you will know the reason why Comrade Political Commissar is like this now."

Karachev was worried that Malashenko would not understand, so he tried his best to translate the professional terminology into down-to-earth and ordinary language to describe it. But Karachev's worries are actually unnecessary. Malashenko, who came from a distant future, has a much better grasp of all kinds of information than his native contemporaries. It is not difficult to understand medical descriptions that are difficult for ordinary people of this era to understand. .

"That is to say, the lung function is on the verge of losing. When it is completely lost, the person will be suffocated to death. Is my understanding correct?"

Karachev, who looked quite sad and helpless, nodded, but then spoke again quickly.

"Not only that, in fact Comrade Comrade Political Commissar has suffered multiple organ failure, and cancer cells have spread to multiple organs and parts of his body. He has been facing this disease that is comparable to death for too long, and the cancer cells have It has spread to this point but cannot take away his life. If it were other people, the clinical cases I know include suicide by jumping off a building, slitting one's wrists, and swallowing a gun. Death happily is the choice of many people, not just a few."

It is not surprising that a terminal disease that was not able to be cured by medicine in the distant 21st century can torture people to this extent now. Of course, Malashenko also believes that Kalachev is telling the truth, just like he firmly believes that the political commissar has established his own The next one must complete the same goal.

"He won't do this. I know him. Cancer may defeat many people, but it will never defeat him. I believe he will never fall before the appointed time, never!"

While reaffirming his faith in the strong will of Comrade Political Commissar, Malashenko still had one thing to ask Karachev.

"Use your experience and judgment to tell me a time, the time you think it is."

Of course, Karachev understood what Malashenko was referring to, but he was ultimately unable to give even a relatively vague answer as Malashenko requested.

"Every hour from now on is a miracle. No one can last so long far away from the hospital with only some drugs. Miracles cannot be measured and defined by fixed concepts. This is my answer."

""

He had already guessed that the final answer might be like this, and Malashenko had no intention of blaming Karachev.

After all, not to mention Karachev, even Malashenko, who traveled back in time decades later, had never heard of a patient with advanced pancreatic cancer in that era of information explosion, and did not even need to enter the hospital. Just taking some painkillers all day long can direct the troops to move around on the front line.

Medicine is used to treat illnesses and save people, not to measure and understand miracles.

No longer criticizing and excessively asking Kalachev to do anything, after learning that Kalachev had done everything he could and had left some of the medicine that should be prescribed to survive, Malashenko solemnly took the photo He patted Karachev on the shoulder, signaling that he could leave first and go about the things he should be busy with. If there were any more problems, he would send someone to look for him.

Watching Karachev go away with the medical kit on his arm, Malashenko, who felt mixed emotions in his heart, lifted the curtain of the tent and walked inside, only to see Lavry sitting by the bed with a water glass in his hand. Nian Ke was talking to Comrade Political Commissar.

"Go and do your work. We just finished the war and there are still a lot of things to do. I have to ask you to do my part. I'll take over after I rest and feel ready. I'll rely on you first."

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar was still thinking about the things he should do under normal circumstances. Lavrinenko, who was holding a water glass in his hand, frowned even more when he heard this.

"With so many people and comrades in the division, there will always be someone to do those things, but what will comrades do if you are gone? Taking care of yourself and having a good rest is the first priority. Don't think about those troublesome things. , I promise it will be taken care of, don’t worry.”

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who was in much better condition than before, leaned on the corner of the camp bed and only smiled faintly after hearing Lavrinenko's words.

"The revolutionary cause will continue to move forward without anyone. Comrades will take the flag in my hand and move forward, just like I have done countless times. Our lives will pass away, but this great cause will not , the only thing I can do is to raise this flag higher and go as far as possible before I fall.”

""

Lavrinenko didn't know what to say anymore. He just held the water glass in his hand and kept a calm face. He stayed with Comrade Political Commissar and refused to leave until his footsteps were light and Malashenko was no longer as busy as before. Come forward.

"Leave it to me here and deal with the battle summary. I'll talk to you later."