USSR 1941

On the third day, Shulka was able to get out of bed and walk.

In fact, Shulka was able to get out of bed and walk from the very beginning, but Andreusa insisted on not letting the wound rupture. In order to prevent Shulka from turning over unconsciously when she fell asleep, she also used several ridiculous wooden frames to hold Shulka. Shulka's head and shoulders were fixed, which made Shulka feel very awkward.

However, as a patient, Shulka thought that it was better for him to obey the doctor and nurse's orders obediently. This is a place where there is no need or need to be a hero.

So let Andryusa change the gauze and take medicine for Shulka, during which Dr. Anatoly came twice, and he said to Shulka: "The wound is recovering well, Comrade Shulka, but I think you You should continue to stay in the hospital for observation for a period of time, your situation is not suitable for going to the battlefield immediately!"

That's the kind of thing a wounded man likes to hear the most.

However, Shuerka believed that if other people recovered to Shuerka's level, they would have been kicked out of the hospital long ago, at least they would not have stayed in this single ward for special care.

Although the ward is comfortable, Shulka has not been in bed for two consecutive days like this for a long time.

So, when Andryusa told Shulka to get out of bed, Shulka immediately rolled out of bed.

"You should slow down, Comrade Shulka!" Andriusa warned: "I don't think you want me to go back on my word!"

"Yes, Comrade Andryusha!" Shulka replied.

In fact, he knew right away that he was wrong, because the moment he got up, there was a stabbing pain in the back of his neck and dizziness in his head.

There was actually nowhere to go in the hospital. The temperature outside was so low that Shulka could feel the freezing cold outside through the window.

Shulka could only walk between the aisle and upstairs and downstairs. When passing the ward, the wounded on both sides would always stand up to greet Shulka and cast respectful and envious eyes on Shulka.

Of course, quite a few of them were unable to stand up, and some patients were even unconscious.

Although Shuerka didn't want to admit it, this walk didn't make Shuerka feel better, but instead gave him a sense of depression.

On the one hand, it was because there were all wounded around him, and quite a few of them were seriously wounded, so the air was full of sadness, despair, and helplessness.

on the other hand,

It was seeing the wounded who were much more seriously injured than Shuerka crowded together, which made Shuerka feel guilty.

Especially after one thing happened...

"Comrade Shulka!" Just as Shulka was about to walk back to the ward, Dr. Anatoly leaned out from the door of a ward and stopped him: "Can you come and help me?"

"Of course, doctor!" Shulka replied, going up.

But soon Shulka became nervous, because he discovered that this ward was actually an operating room... He saw a horrible scene, a wooden barrel in the corner was full of residual limbs or a blur, and he didn't know which part it was flesh and blood.

Although Shulka has been battle-tested, it can even be said that he crawled out of the dead... Before he was injured, he got out of the corpses of the German army, but in this environment, seeing those who were cut off one by one and piled up together The remaining limbs and organs still feel chills in the heart.

In the middle of the ward lay a wounded man who seemed to have just been transferred from another place and was in a semi-conscious state. Dr. Anatole and several nurses seemed to be preparing to operate on him.

Sure enough, Dr. Anatoly put on his gloves and said to Shulka: "I need you and the nurses to hold him down, Comrade Shulka!"

"Hold him? Amputation?"

"Yes!" Dr. Anatoly picked up the scissors and skillfully cut open the bandaged pants of the wounded, explaining: "He has been delayed on the road for too long, his leg is necrotic, and I must cut it off immediately... ..."

"You mean to cut off from the wound?" Shulka looked at the wound with some horror. It was in the thigh, which meant that the whole leg had to be cut off.

"Yes!" Dr. Anatoly replied calmly, "We don't have enough manpower. I'm worried that they won't be able to overwhelm the wounded. This will cause danger to the operation, understand?"

"Yes, Doctor Anatole!"

"Do you have no questions?" Doctor Anatoly asked again, stopping what he was doing and looking at Shulka, as if waiting for Shulka's answer.

This statement has two meanings:

One is whether Shulka can bear it psychologically... It is one thing to get off the battlefield, but another thing to watch the amputation.

Second, Anatoly was worried about whether Shulka's body had recovered enough to "help".

"No problem!" Shulka replied.

In fact, Shulka was not sure whether he was competent, but at this time he should not hesitate, because the life of the soldier in front of him was in his hands.

"Very good!" Anatole replied, before ordering the nurses to strap the wounded man to the operating table.

"What are you going to do?" The wounded man opened his eyes at this moment, he looked at the nurse who was binding his hands and feet in a daze, and shouted, "Let me go!"

"We have to amputate your leg, boy!" Dr. Anatole told him bluntly.

"No, you can't do this!" the wounded man yelled.

Dr. Anatoly ignored the wounded. He raised his head towards the table behind Shulka and said, "Vutga!"

Shulka took Watga knowingly and handed it over.

"No!" Dr. Anatole frowned and said, "Give him..."

So Shulka understood that this vodga was not used by Dr. Anatole to disinfect or revive the wound, but to make the wounded drunk or used as a drug.

Shulka trembled inwardly.

The surgery on his neck was done with anesthesia, but the wounded man had to use Vodka when it was time for amputation.

But of course this was not the time to discuss the matter. Shulka handed the drink to the wounded and said: "Come on, comrade! This will make you feel better!"

"No, stay away from me!" The wounded cried loudly, "I won't allow you to hold my leg..."

"You will die!" said Shulka.

"Then I'll die!" The wounded man replied, "Without legs, what's the point of being alive?"

"Listen!" Shulka grabbed the wounded man by the neck and roared at him, "It may be easy to want to die, but it is not easy to live. It depends on whether you choose to escape or face it bravely. If you choose If you are a coward, no one will stop you!"

At that moment, the operating room suddenly fell silent, and even the wounded were stunned.

"Do you know who he is?" said Dr. Anatole. "In front of you is Comrade Shulka. I think you must have heard his name!"