Steel Soviet Union

"Hello, comrade division commander, welcome to the field hospital to inspect the work.

""

There are not many people who can make Malashenko feel speechless. The person in front of him in this situation is definitely one of them.

Especially after adding this sentence that sounded like a complete official accent, Malashenko felt that he didn't know how to answer.

I have been holding it in for a long time, and I have considered everything I can think about.

Malashenko, who felt his brain cells were burning, racked his brains hard, but in the end he just spit out a reply that he felt was not nutritious.

"Long time no see, Anya. How are you doing recently? How are you at work?"

Ashamed?

Ashamed indeed.

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Malashenko wanted to make a big mouthful of himself after hearing what he said.

Malashenko had almost forgotten the last time he met Anya. As for the last time the two of them met alone instead of briefly in public, it was even more unknown that it was the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.

Poor girl like Anya is so infatuated, knowing that our teacher, comrade, is a busy man with a mountain of work to do.

So she never took the initiative to disturb her, nor did she act like a coquettish girl on a daily basis like most girls at this age. She just watched from afar as she said, as long as she could see her deep love wherever she could see her. Just the figure of this man is enough.

And what about Comrade Lao Ma?

Speaking of which, he is really a scumbag.

Malashenko, who probably recalled his recent memories, was surprised to find that the last time he thought about missing Anya was in his dream last month. Moreover, during the day when I was chatting with Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, I mentioned Anya and talked about it a few times. I thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night, and then I came up with this "remembering in my dream" thing.

Embarrassing, really embarrassing!

If Malashenko was the kind of person who habitually escapes, he would probably be trying to find a crack in the ground to get in right now, but it's a pity that Malashenko is not.

But the situation of "there is a wolf in front and a tiger in the back" is not very good.

Behind him was a picture of the little girl who had finally been comforted, and in front of him was his confidante who he had to admit.

I want to make up for my mistakes in the past period, say something to Anya, and explain something.

But in a public place where people are coming and going, there are ears on the back, stretcher teams carrying wounded people are constantly passing by, and the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood, it is really not suitable.

Anya held the tray filled with bloody medical equipment without saying a word, but she never left. She even avoided Malashenko's gaze and did not dare to look directly into her lover's eyes. Wearing a nurse's uniform, a white mask and a white hat, the whole body was completely covered in white, except for the pair of eyes that were still exposed but not facing Malashenko.

"I'm okay. I'm busy, fulfilling and meaningful every day. How about you who spend every day like this in hope?"

It's not just Malashenko who feels embarrassed, Anya is in a similar situation.

Women can be slow to react to many things, but they are surprisingly sharp when it comes to fighting among their own kind, at least most of the time.

Although I couldn't understand what the man I loved so much was saying in an incomprehensible language to this beautiful woman in "fancy clothes" just now.

But the woman's appearance and the "vivid and intense" expression still made Anya feel uneasy.

All kinds of fears and worries surged into her mind, running through her mind like a crucian carp crossing a river. "My heart is a mess and my mind is blank" is the most realistic portrayal of Anya at this moment.

That is to say, when no one knows what to do next, the accident that breaks the deadlock basically comes at the right time and arrives at the right time.

"Anya! Are the hemostatic forceps and scalpel ready? Prepare operating table No. 3, hurry up!"

Not many Red Army soldiers could make it out of Stalingrad alive, and even fewer medical staff could make it out of this "city of purgatory."

As one of them, Anya has won praise from many leaders, teachers and famous doctors, including Karachev, for her professionalism, seriousness, strong ability to withstand pressure and meticulous fighting attitude.

"For important and critical surgeries, it doesn't matter who is the surgeon, but as long as conditions permit, Anya will be called. I also hope that Anya can be there when I perform the surgery. Her knowledge and judgment of the surgical process are even better." No less than a skilled surgeon.”

"Often when I have just put down the tools, before I can say anything, she knows what to put on next and has already handed the items to me. I don't say it is 100% accurate, but it is at least 98% or above. But. Don’t underestimate the time saved. In one operation, the sum of dozens or hundreds of tiny movements in two or three seconds is enough to save someone’s life from death. This is no joke.”

When her mind recalled what Karachev had told her privately before, Anya, who was busy with work and had her own "battle" to participate in, had no time to deal with her own personal matters.

Not knowing what to say, she nodded to Malashenko to say goodbye. Anya, holding the tray in her hand, saw this and walked quickly to the equipment room not far away.

Malashenko, who had already passed by Anya, also knew that he could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. Inspired by the dual sense of responsibility and courage, he turned around in the blink of an eye and spoke quietly.

"I will definitely make time to see you again soon, Anya, I promise this time."

""

You can clearly feel that Anya's pace of leaving quickly was paused, and even her back in white clothes trembled slightly.

After a short time passed, only a soft word without looking back echoed in Malashenko's ears.

"I'm waiting for you."

Looking at Anya's hurried figure disappearing into the equipment room, Malashenko, who had mixed feelings in his heart, did not decisively fall into the whirlpool of thoughts. The responsibilities on his shoulders and the precious time that can no longer be squeezed all remind Malashenko to do what he should do.

"Let's go. There's nothing to stay here. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

Malashenko, who didn't want to explain too much to Gil, continued to move forward. His right hand had touched the white curtain of the ward and was about to push the door open. Unexpectedly, Gil, who had been silent from just now, suddenly appeared again at this moment. Open your mouth.

"That girl just now loves you very much. Her eyes are really beautiful."

""

Malashenko, whose hand had already touched the doorknob, was not surprised by Jill's words, or so the little girl could say, that was the best outcome Comrade Ma could have expected.

"Thanks."

No hesitation, no words, just a simple word and just pushed the door open and entered.