On the night of my hospitalization, Zhukov, who received the news, sent Bezikov to inform me that the appointment of me to the Reserve Front as Chief of Staff was cancelled. This allowed me to stay in the hospital with peace of mind and reconsider my plan after I recovered. Work arrangement issues.

I thought that when I heard this news, I felt a deep sense of loss. Unexpectedly, after Bezikov announced Zhukov’s order, I was relieved to breathe a sigh of relief. The uninterrupted fighting for more than a year made me feel exhausted physically and mentally. Now that my superiors have taken the initiative to give me a vacation. , Then I will use this opportunity to cultivate for a period of time.

After Bezikov read the order, he was afraid that I had any bad thoughts. He comforted me and said: "Lida, you know, now is the time of war. Although the reserve front army is a reserve force, the chief of staff's The position cannot be vacant for a long time, so a new chief of staff was temporarily appointed. You can be treated in the hospital with peace of mind. After you fully recover, with your friendship with Marshal Zhukov, he will definitely be able to arrange a proper job for you."

Regarding Bezikov’s care, I smiled gratefully at him, and then said: "Colonel Bezikov, don’t worry, I will not have any psychological burden. I have fought for more than a year. I'm also tired, and I just took advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the lack of officials to take a good rest for a while."

"Are you really okay?" Although Bezikov heard me say this, he asked half-before: "We are friends. If you have any concerns, you must tell me."

"It's okay, it's really okay, Colonel Bezikov." Seeing that he had doubts about what I said, I quickly told him: "I won't be burdened by such a small matter. The time you come out today is different. It's short. Go back early, maybe there is any task the superior has to assign to you."

"Well, since you said that, then I will go back first." When he left the house, he also specifically told me: "If there is anything. You can call directly, or let Captain Yushchenko send someone to find me. ."

"Okay, Colonel, I see." After I said this, I deliberately asked Yushchenko who was standing outside the door: "Captain, did you hear what the colonel just said?"

"I heard it. Comrade Commander." Yushchenko replied respectfully, "I will send someone to find Comrade Colonel immediately."

When Bezikov heard Yushchenko's words, he nodded in satisfaction, turned and left my ward.

For the next two days, the nurse came to give me eye drops early in the morning every day. After the mydriasis, the doctor Sergey came to check on me. After the examination on the next day, Sergey said to me politely: "Comrade General, I want to perform an operation on you tomorrow, do you think it's okay?"

"Comrade Sergey, you are a doctor, and I am just your patient." Facing my primary doctor, I also politely said: "When to perform the operation. Of course you have the final say."

He saw that I agreed to perform the operation tomorrow, and went on to say: "Comrade General, you must know that. No matter what the operation, there will be a certain risk. Even the most skilled doctor, there will be accidents during the operation. I’m telling you about this now to give you a psychological preparation."

I heard Sergey say so. My heart immediately became flustered, and my heart said it was accidental. What accidents will happen during the operation? According to the common medical knowledge I learned from nurses, I know to do retinal repair surgery. The eyeball is to be cut open. If something happens to you during the operation, won't my eyes be reimbursed? If I were a pirate, being a one-eyed pirate would be more modest; but now I am a general, if I become a one-eyed dragon, how can I go out to meet people?

Sergey didn't know that I was fighting fiercely in my heart, and he said to himself: "...When repairing the retina, you need to cut the eyeball, which may affect your cornea..."

Before he could finish speaking, I raised my hand to interrupt him and asked eagerly: "Comrade Sergey, I want to find out one thing. Will I be blind after this operation tomorrow? Danger?"

Sergey might not have thought that I would ask this question suddenly, and was stunned. After a moment of silence, he said carefully: "Comrade General, I just said that even if the doctor is skilled in medicine, accidents may happen during the operation. I have been doing this for more than ten years, and I have done more than eye surgery. After 500 cases, the success rate is about 90%..."

90%. Although this ratio is quite high under the current medical conditions, my heart is still unreliable, and I am afraid that I will become one of the hapless 10%. Thinking of this, I cried and said to Sergey: "Comrade Sergey, I beg you, tomorrow’s surgery must be successful. I don’t want to wear a black blindfold when I go out in the future."

My words silenced Sergey again. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said to me: "Comrade General, don't worry, although I will be the chief surgeon tomorrow, the Dean Ossiminen will also come to the scene to observe and guide. , I think your chances of success in your operation are still very high."

Hearing Sergey’s assurance, I was finally relieved, and I also remembered that Krochkov once said that he is an excellent ophthalmologist, and let him perform the operation on me. There should be no major problems. . After letting go of the big stone in my heart, I was afraid that he would bear too much psychological burden in tomorrow’s surgery because of my identity, so I comforted him and said, “Doctor, don’t care what level I am now, just take me Treat yourself as an ordinary patient, and treat it as you should."

After I said this, I keenly noticed that Sergey seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and I suddenly understood that he was actually quite nervous when he told me the preoperative doctor's advice.

On the day of the operation, at 8 o’clock, a male nurse pushed a wheelchair into my room, parked the car before and after my bed, and respectfully said to me: "Comrade Commander, please sit down." , I will push you to the operating room."

I nodded, and sat up carelessly, let him push me towards the outside. As soon as he reached the door, Yushchenko stretched out his hand to stop the caregiver, then bent down and asked me for instructions: "Comrade Commander, do you need us to go with you?"

I looked at the heavily armed Yushchenko. He and the two soldiers who stood there like nails outside the door slowly shook their heads and said, "No, Comrade Lieutenant. If your outfits go to the door of the operating room, it will cause a great deal of damage to the doctor in charge. The psychological pressure of him. It affects his normal performance. You should stay here. Anyway, this is a minor operation and it will not take long."

After Yushchenko cleared the way, the carer pushed my wheelchair and walked forward along the corridor. When it reached the end of the corridor, the wheelchair turned a corner. Let me see the two closed glass doors of the operating room at a glance. The paramedic pushed the wheelchair to the glass door and stopped, went around and opened the door, then turned back and pushed the wheelchair into the operating room.

The nurse pushed me to an operating table. After making a gesture, he said to me: "Comrade Commander, you will be performing the operation here later. Please lie down first. The doctor who performs the operation will be here soon. "

I got out of the wheelchair, climbed onto the operating table and lay down on my back, and at the same time politely said to the nurse, "Thank you!"

"It's okay, Comrade Commander!" After the nurse answered me politely, he pushed the wheelchair out of the operating room.

I was lying on the cold operating table, feeling extremely nervous. I don't know when Sergey who will perform the operation on me will arrive. I'm even thinking about it. Instead of lying here and waiting silly, don't walk around on your bed.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the door of the operating room rang. Then came the footsteps of several people. Before I could look back at who it was, I heard Osiminin's familiar voice: "Comrade General, good morning!"

Hearing that there was Osiminin among the people, I quickly stood up and greeted the old dean sideways: "Dean Osiminin, you are early!" I saw Sergey next to him. I added, "Hello. Comrade Sergey!"

Seeing that I wanted to sit up, Sergey hurriedly stepped up to me. He held my body and said, "Comrade General, lie down, we are about to perform an operation on you soon."

After Yiyan lay down, I looked at Sergey and asked, "How long will today's surgery take?"

"It won't take long, soon." After answering me, Sergey said hurriedly: "I'll change my clothes first, and I'll talk to you later." After that, he and Osiminin paid back. There was a nurse who laid hands and walked towards the locker room next to it.

After I lay on the operating table alone for a while, Sergey and Osiminin, who had changed into surgical gowns, came back to me again. Ossiminen lowered his head and smiled and said to me: "Comrade General, Dr. Sergey will perform today's operation. I will be watching it all the time. Don't worry."

Seeing the dean and the doctor with the highest medical skills standing in front of me, I nodded in satisfaction and said, "If you are ready, let's start."

Sergey turned to the nurse next to him and said, "You can prepare for the operation."

Following his instructions, the nurse walked to my side and leaned down and carefully cut off the eyelashes of my left eye with medical scissors. After finishing the preoperative preparations, she stood up straight and nodded at Sergey.

Then it was Sergei's turn to go out in person. He carefully put three shots on the corner of my left eye and the lower eye socket. But when I clearly heard the sound of the needle piercing my skin, I couldn't help but shudder.

Sergey, who was taking the injection, noticed this little movement of me, and stopped quickly, and said to me in an urn voice: "Comrade General, I am giving you anti-inflammatory injections and anesthetics. Don't worry, it won't hurt too much."

Because the tip of the needle was staying in my eye socket, I couldn't nod my head, and could only barely make an "um" to show that I knew it.

After the anti-inflammatory injections and anesthetics, the nurse who had just trimmed my eyelashes came over and put a piece of khaki tape on my eyes. When my eyes went dark, before I understood what was going on, I heard the sound of the tape being cut by a scalpel, and then my left eye saw light again. At this moment, I realized that the adhesive tape was used to fix the eyelids and facilitate the subsequent surgery.

When Sergey's scalpel carefully cut an opening in my eyeball, I couldn't help holding my breath nervously, fearing that my tiny movements would affect the scalpel in his hand.

While Sergey was proficiently repairing the retina through the incision, Ossiminen, who was standing next to him, kept talking quietly, because his speech speed was too fast and his voice was too small, I didn't hear a word clearly. But I can guess that he is mentoring Sergey.

I don't know how long it took, I vaguely heard Sergey breathe a sigh of relief, and stopped the movement in his hand, just about to ask if the operation was over. But he heard him turn his head and say to the nurse next to him: "The intraocular pressure is too low, the injected gas."

The nurse agreed, took a needle from the side and pierced my eyeball. Without much effort, I felt that my eyeballs were swelling. It should be the gas injected by the nurse that had the effect.

After the nurse completed this series of operations, I heard Osiminen say to Sergey: "It's time to sew up. You can do this yourself."

"Okay." Sergey agreed readily, and sutured the wound on my eyeball by himself.

I waited for him to finish all this and stand up straight again before I asked tentatively, "Comrade Sergey, is the operation completed?"

"Yes, Comrade General." Before Sergey could answer, Ossiminen next to him answered first: "The operation has been completed and it was very successful. Then we will send you back to the ward. UU Reading www.uukanshu .Com"

"Thank God, it's finally done." I said, trying to sit up, planning to walk back to the ward by myself.

Unexpectedly, Sergey pressed my shoulder and said nervously: "Comrade General, please don't move, and be careful to break the wound that has just been sewn." Then he raised his head and said to the nurse standing next to him. : "Comrade nurse, go and call in the nurses and let them push the general back to the ward."

Not long after the nurse left, she returned with two male carers. Ossiminen pointed at me and said, "You two, send the general back to the ward." The two nurses agreed, pushed forward and pushed the operating bed on which I was lying and left.

When we returned to the ward, Yushchenko greeted us and said in an anxious tone: "Thank God, Comrade Commander, your surgery is finally finished. We are waiting here, we are almost crazy."

I recalled my experience during the operation, and it seemed that it didn’t take too long. But why was Yushchenko so anxious and asked casually: "How long did the operation take?"

"Five hours, five full hours!" Yushchenko spread his palms in front of me and said: "You entered at 8 o'clock in the morning. It's 1 noon now." (to be continued)