() During the operation, I didn't feel anything after taking the anesthetic. Once the effect of the anesthetic was over, my eyes swelled and hurt after the operation, which made me feel uncomfortable to sleep. Because I feel thirsty, I want to get up and pour a glass of water. Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped on the ground, I felt that the sky was spinning. If I hadn't grabbed the railing at the head of the bed in time, I would have fallen to the ground.

Yushchenko, who was standing outside, heard the movement in the room and hurried in and asked with concern: "Comrade Commander, what happened?"

I grabbed the railing with both hands, smiled bitterly at him, and said to myself, "I was a little thirsty, and when I thought of pouring a glass of water, I was so dizzy that I almost fell when I got out of bed."

"Comrade Commander, I'll help you." Yushchenko said as he walked to the table, picked up the thermos bottle placed on it, poured a glass of water and brought it in front of me.

I took the cup in his hand, sat back on the bed, took a drink, and looked out the door again, and asked, "Captain, besides you, how many soldiers are on duty outside the door?"

Yushchenko hurriedly straightened his body and replied: "We have three people on duty during the day, rotating every twelve hours; at night, two people on duty, changing posts every four hours."

"From our hotel to the hospital, it's not close." Hearing Yushchenko's words, I couldn't help worrying about the soldiers who were about to change the guard. "They don't have night passes. If they are allowed to run back and forth like this every day. If you encounter a patrol, you may be arrested as a deserter."

"Commander, don't worry about that." Yushchenko said confidently: "I have considered what you are worried about, so I asked everyone to move out of that hotel. Live in the opposite side of the hotel. In the outpatient building of China. Now the soldiers who are not on duty are all asleep in the doctor's office."

I heard that Yushchenko has solved the problem of accommodation for the soldiers. My heart is also a lot more at ease. After taking another sip of water, I handed the cup back to Yushchenko, and said with a yawn, "Lieutenant, after all, this is in the rear. The enemy's spies can't get here. There is no need to mobilize people like this. I will change it later. After you are on duty, you should also find a place to sleep well."

"Yes." Yushchenko agreed and put the cup I handed him behind the table. Turned around and left my ward.

On the afternoon of the second day after the operation, the doctor on duty came to the ward to inform me that he would check my vision recovery and asked me to go with him to the diagnosis room on the second floor. As soon as I walked to the door, I met Yushchenko who had just woke up. Hearing that I was going to check, I volunteered to accompany me.

After entering the diagnosis room, the doctor on duty carefully removed the gauze from my left eye, blocked my right eye with an eye mask, and took out an eye chart. I want to test my vision recovery.

I kept my left eye closed and heard the doctor tell me to look at the eye chart. Then he opened his eyes carefully. I thought that I could see the eye chart on the wall as soon as I opened my eyes, but unexpectedly found that my eyes were completely dark. I secretly said to myself how the doctor on duty did it, and even the light in the room was not turned on, so how could I see the eye chart clearly.

I just wanted to tease him, but I heard him ask: "Comrade Commander, can you see where the opening of this letter on the eye chart is facing?"

I was taken aback by what the doctor said. I smiled bitterly and said aggrieved: "Comrade doctor, you haven't even turned on the light. How can I see the eye chart on the wall?"

As soon as I uttered my words, there was no sound in the room. After a while, Yushchenko who followed me in said weakly: "Comrade Commander, but the light in the room is obviously turned on."

The light is turned on, why can't I see anything? I blinked my eyes quickly and looked around hard, but unfortunately it was still pitch black and I couldn't see anything. At this moment, I couldn't help panicking, and said nervously: "Captain Yushchenko, don't lie to me, I can't see anything now, I must not turn on the lights!"

"Hey, doctor, why don't you speak." When I was in a panic, I suddenly heard Yushchenko's voice questioning the doctor loudly: "Isn't yesterday's operation quite successful? Let's see why our commander can't see anything. ?"

The doctor was stunned by Yushchenko, and he replied tremblingly: "It means... the commander and... comrades, but... it may be that yesterday's surgery failed."

"Nonsense," I heard the doctor on duty say so, immediately interrupted him, and said sharply: "Yesterday your dean personally told me that my operation was a success."

"Then...then I...I don't...I don't know...how...what's going on...what happened." Yushchenko and I were in trouble one after another, so that the doctor couldn't even speak completely.

"Who can tell me what's going on here?" Just as the chaos here was in a mess, a majestic voice suddenly sounded.

I first heard the sound of the heels of the boots, and then I heard Yushchenko respectfully saying: "Hello, Comrade Krochkov."

Perhaps because of my face, Krochkov asked politely: "Captain, can you tell me what happened?"

"That's it, Comrade Krochkov." Yushchenko did not conceal, and truthfully told Krochkov the situation.

"Come here!" Krochkov suddenly shouted, "Catch up this German spy who is trying to murder General Oshanina."

"I am not a German spy," the doctor defended himself loudly. "I don't know why the commander's eyes can't see things, but I really am not a spy..." He was interrupted before he could finish his words. It seemed that someone had covered his mouth, and only made a series of "uuuuu" sounds.

Hearing that Krochkov was about to arrest the doctor on duty as a German spy, I quickly lifted the blindfold over my right eye. When all the surrounding scenery clearly appeared in front of me, I saw Yushchenko standing by the door, beside him was an angry Krochkov. And the doctor who checked me was being cut back by two soldiers who were obviously from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, with a pitiful grievance on his face. I said to Krochkov: "Comrade Krochkov, please wait a minute. I believe this doctor is not a German spy. Please order your people to release him first."

"You can't see anything with your eyes. Maybe it's him." Krochkov's face was tense. He said unceremoniously: "I want to take him back for interrogation. See who made him do it."

Seeing Krochkov’s tough attitude, I knew in my heart that if he was asked to take this doctor away, the doctor would have no hope of surviving. I quickly explained: "The operation yesterday was your acquaintance Sergey. What the doctor did, maybe only by calling him over and asking, can he figure out what's going on."

After listening to me, Krochkov waved his hands to two of his men and motioned them to let go of the doctor. Then another soldier was called in. After a few simple instructions, let him go to the outpatient building and call Dr. Sergey over.

After the soldier left, I first called Krochkov to come in and sit down, and then turned to ask the doctor on duty: "Comrade doctor, let's talk about it, why am I seeing nothing?"

The doctor on duty was so frightened by Krochkov’s behavior just now. Hearing my question at the moment, apart from slurring a few words that no one understood, he couldn’t even say a single sentence. come out.

Krochkov sees the doctor like this. He was so angry that he slapped the table and was about to stand up. at this time. Sergei's voice came from the door: "Dear Krochkov, it is nice to see you here!"

Hearing the voice of his old friend Sergey, Krochkov reduced the anger on his face, smiled and stood up and said to him: "Hello, Sergey, I am also very happy to see him here. you."

After a simple greeting, Sergey turned his head and said to me: "Comrade General, today is your review day, so as soon as the outpatient department was busy, I rushed over and met Crouch at the door. The person sent by Cove. How is it, what is the result of the examination?" He asked the doctor on duty who was trembling with fright.

"The situation is terrible, Comrade Sergey." I saw the doctor on duty still trembling, so I replied on his behalf: "After removing the gauze, I can't see anything, not even the light. I was thinking Ask what happened to you."

"Comrade Commander, what are you talking about? Your left eye doesn't even have a sense of light?" Hearing what I said, Sergey's face showed an incredible expression, he walked quickly to my side, and first ordered The bewildered doctor on duty: "Get the dean." Then he put on a microscope with a mirror and started an examination for me.

After checking for a long time, Sergey leaned back against the wall, looked up at the ceiling, and sat there silently in a daze. I opened my mouth to ask, but I was pulled by Krochkov, who was sitting next to me, and turned my head to see that he winked at me, beckoning me not to disturb Sergey.

Before Osiminin arrived, Sergey had been looking at the ceiling in a daze, while Krochkov and I sat across from him without a word.

"Sergey, what's the matter?" When I heard Osiminen's voice ringing at the door, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. My heart said that since he is here, then I can figure out where it is. error. Ossiminen nodded at us, walked quickly to Sergey, and asked in a low voice, "Why is there no sense of light?"

Sergey took off the microscope on his head, handed it to Ossiminen, and said weakly, "Comrade Dean, look at it."

So this time it was Osiminen's turn to check my eyes repeatedly. After a while, he took off the microscope, turned his head and asked Sergey: "Did you guess the reason?"

After seeing Sergei nodding at Ossiminen in agreement, I immediately asked: "The dean, Comrade Sergey, what has happened to my eyes?" I said. At that time, I was particularly not low in my heart, and I was afraid that the two would give me a positive answer. In that case, I would not only be the first female general in the Soviet army, but also the first one-eyed general.

Sergey suddenly said something to Ossiminen. I heard what Sergey said, but I didn’t understand a word, but I’m sure he said neither Russian nor German. . On the other hand, Ossiminen is very ordinary. It seems that they often communicate in this language, and they chat with each other in the same language very casually.

After finally waiting for the two to finish speaking, I hurriedly asked again: "Two, can you tell me what happened?"

"That's it, Comrade Commander." It was Osiminen who opened the mouth to explain to me. He frowned and said: "After repeated inspections by Dr. Sergey and I, we agreed that the reason why your eyes appeared. The lack of light perception may be caused by the fact that your intraocular pressure was too low during the operation yesterday, and the gas injected made your lens cloudy."

"Then what should I do?" Hearing Ossiminen's words, my heart became even more unreliable. "How long will my eyes have to wait to see things?"

After listening to my question, Ossiminen said slowly: "In the next few days, you need to stay in bed and rest. We will prescribe some medicine for you to make the crystal clear as soon as possible. I can restore my normal vision."

"As long as the crystals become clear, will there be a risk of blindness?" As soon as Osiminen finished speaking, Krochkov next to him asked with concern: "This matter is very important. I hope you can tell me. truth."

"Don't worry, Comrade Krochkov." When Osiminen said this, his eyes were looking at me. "After repeated inspections by Dr. Sergei and I, although my eyesight will be affected to a certain extent after recovery. Affects, but will definitely not suffer from insomnia."

After leaving the diagnosis room, Krochkov whispered to me: "Oshanina, let's go back to your ward first. I have important things to inform you."

I know that as Krochkov, I will not come to places like the Cannonball Hospital casually. He appeared here today because he probably has something important to tell me. There are so many comings and goings in the corridor, it is really not a place to talk, and there are soldiers standing guard at the door of my ward, and the idlers cannot be approached casually. Discussing some important things in private is perfect.

When he returned to the ward, Krochkov asked the two soldiers who followed him to guard the door like Yushchenko, and then walked into the ward with me.

He didn't talk about business first, but urged me: "Oshanina, just now, Comrade Dean asked you to rest in the ward. You lie down first, and I will slowly tell you what the matter is."

It may not be long after the operation, which made my body extremely weak, and I would feel dizzy after standing for a while. On the way back from the diagnosis room to the ward, if it were not for Yushchenko's cleverness, who helped me from time to time, I would have fallen to the ground. Now that Krochkov asked me to lie down and talk to him~lightnovelpub.net~ I stopped being hypocritical and lay directly on the hospital bed, and then said to him: "Well, Comrade Krochkov, You can now explain your intentions."

"Although your appointment as chief of staff to the reserve front has been cancelled, the Supreme Commander himself has not forgotten you." Krochkov said calmly to me: "He intends to let you go back to Stalingrad to organize And participate in the reconstruction of the city."

"Stalingrad?!" When I heard the place name, I almost jumped out of the bed, and finally left the meat grinder. I didn't expect to go back so soon. I tried to conceal my panic, pretending to be calm and asked: "Are you going to take up a post in the garrison?"

"Not as a commander in the army, but to work in the municipal government." Krochkov was afraid that I would not understand it, so he added: "To be precise, it was a transfer from a military post to a civilian post. You are right. Is there any disagreement on such an appointment?"

Krochkov has made it very clear in his words and in his words. It is the supreme commander's intention to let me go to work in the Stalingrad city government. If I have objections, don't I sing a drama with my superiors? Then I am not a future. Worry. Therefore, I could only bite the bullet and replied with pretentious joy: "Comrade Krochkov, don't worry, not only will I be engaged in future work, I will resolutely obey the arrangements of my superiors." (To be continued...)