When I came out of the outpatient room, I saw Krochkov and Bezikov waiting outside, standing by a window in the corridor talking and laughing. The contradiction between the two seemed to be completely resolved.

Seeing me coming out, the two immediately greeted me and asked in unison: "How is the situation?"

Hearing the other party and oneself speak at the same time, the two turned to look at each other, their faces showed friendly smiles, and then they turned their eyes on me, waiting for my answer.

I closed my right eye and looked at the two of them with my dilated left eye, and found that the world in front of me was blurred, and quickly opened my right eye to see the two standing in front of me again.

I stepped forward and grabbed the arms of the two of them and dragged them to a less crowded place in the corridor. When I found a place far away from the crowd, I stopped and said to the two of them: "The diagnosis is a retinal detachment. The operation should be done as soon as possible, otherwise it will lead to blindness."

Krochkov was mentally prepared for this, and behaving fairly normal. But Bezikov was taken aback. I quickly grabbed the case in my hand and examined it carefully. After reading it, he frowned and asked, "Lida, what is going on, why does this happen suddenly?"

Seeing that not only Bezikov cared about this matter, but even Krochkov was staring at me intently, I reiterated the story of Vasily’s step on the landmine and the explosion that affected me.

After Bezikov listened to this, his brows tightened, and he said with a very serious expression: "Lida, there is something I haven't told you yet. Vasily Zaitsev was sent to him after he was injured. Moscow, I live in this hospital."

"Ah, he also lives in this hospital?" I heard that one of his highly regarded subordinates. Actually also living in this hospital, I couldn't help being surprised, and hurriedly asked: "How is his injury now?"

"During the explosion, his hands and feet were injured to varying degrees." It was not Bezikov who answered my question, but Krochkov, who was standing next to him without speaking. "After a period of treatment, these injuries are almost healed. The most troublesome thing is that his eyes are also injured. Although he will not be blind, he will never be a sniper anymore."

Vasily was injured so long, it was the first time I heard of him. Unexpectedly, his injury would be so severe that he would not even be able to do it as a sniper in the future. I don't know if his excellent sniper can accept such a cruel reality after learning this news?

Krochkov took the case from Bezikov and took a look at it, and then said to me: "Oshanina. I will take you to the inpatient department first. After you are placed in the hospital, I will go back and take a look. Report this matter to your superiors."

Bezikov heard Krochkov say this, and nodded, echoing: "Yes, when you are settled, I will also go back and report this to Marshal Zhukov."

I heard that both of them said that they would report to their superiors. I wanted to stop it, but I thought about it. If I were to be hospitalized in Moscow, it would not be a trivial matter. They would report to their superiors. As it should be, there was no word to stop it. After the two of them finished talking, I took the case from Krochkov and asked: "Shall we go to the inpatient department now?"

"It goes to say that of course I went to the inpatient department immediately." Krochkov was obviously familiar with the environment of this hospital and waved to both of us and said, "Come with me. I know the way to the inpatient department. "After speaking, he turned his head and walked towards the other end of the corridor.

We followed Krochkov out of the outpatient building. Passing through a clearing full of snow, came to another building tens of meters away.

Krochkov walked to the door of a confined room in a familiar manner. He knocked on the door twice, and before the people inside could respond, he pushed the door and walked in. Then I heard his stern voice from inside: "Where is the doctor?"

"He...he patrolled...the house went!" a female voice replied in a flustered manner.

"Go get him back!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the female voice fell, a nurse in a white coat ran out of the room. Because he ran too fast, he ran into me full of arms. I quickly supported the nurse who hit me, resisted the pain on my body, and said politely: "Comrade nurse, don't worry, be careful."

The blushing nurse looked at me, nodded, and ran forward along the corridor quickly. He should have followed Krochkov's order and went to the doctor on duty.

As the nurse left, my worries came to my mind. Thinking that both of them are people who know the inside story, I did not hide my worries: "Colon Bezikov, Comrade Krochkov, if I am really hospitalized for surgery, then go to the reserve team. Will there be any changes in the front army?"

I suddenly came up with this question, and really stopped the two of them. After a while, Bezikov said embarrassingly: "Lida, as far as I know, Marshal Zhukov went to the Supreme Commander himself to fight for you as the chief of staff of the reserve front. If you are in hospital, the time is over. Long, it is estimated that this position will be replaced by another person." Maybe because I am afraid that I will be unhappy, I also specially added, "You must know that it is during the war and important positions cannot be vacant for a long time."

When Bezikov finished speaking, Krochkov also added: "As far as I know, the superior originally planned to appoint Lieutenant General Sandalov as the chief of staff. Later, Marshal Zhukov went to see the Supreme Commander-in-chief. , This appointment was adjusted."

Hearing the similarities and differences between the two people, I knew in my heart that as long as I was hospitalized, the post of chief of staff of the reserve team would definitely belong to someone else. However, compared with my own eyes, this kind of position seems irrelevant, so I pretended to say lightly: "If I change, I will change. Anyway, after I am discharged from the hospital, my superiors will not let me stay idle all the time. Doing it will definitely send me to a new unit."

While talking, there was a rush of footsteps in the promenade. Following the voice, I saw two people, a man and a woman, hurriedly approaching us. The female is naturally the nurse who just went to the doctor; while the male is wearing a white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck, he knows that he is the doctor on duty.

The doctor stopped in front of us, his eyes swept over the three of us. Then he asked me, "Comrade General, what can I do for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, I saw the nurse gently pull his arm, and snarled at Krochkov, and whispered: "It’s the comrade Krochkov from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I'm looking for you!"

The doctor heard the nurse say so. His face turned red, and he turned to Krochkov and asked respectfully: "Hello, I am the doctor on duty, what can I do for you?"

Krochkov took the case from my hand and handed it to the doctor on duty. He said unceremoniously: "Comrade General's eyes were injured and he needs to be hospitalized immediately for surgery. You can make arrangements as soon as possible."

The doctor took the case and looked at it, and then said politely to me: "Comrade General, please come with me."

Enter the doctor's small duty room. He sat at a table with me and looked down at the case in his hand. After reading it, he raised his head and said to me: "Comrade General, your situation does require an operation as soon as possible." After that, he turned his head and asked the nurse standing aside: "You go and see, do you have any spare beds? ?"

The nurse walked to the wall and hung a board in front of it, carefully checked the small wooden sign hanging on it, and soon she turned her head back. Shaking his head at the doctor, he replied, "No, none of them. All the wards are full."

"What, there is no hospital bed?" Before I could speak, Krochkov, who heard the nurse's reply, was furious: "Our hero is going to be hospitalized. You actually told me that there are no vacant beds. Believe it or not, I'll put it right away. You take it back to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and find someone to have a good chat with you. Then you will find that there are actually many vacant beds."

The doctors and nurses obviously knew Krochkov's identity and heard his threatening words. Suddenly was scared to death. The doctor quickly got up from his seat, shaking his hands desperately. He explained incoherently: "It's not...it's not like that. The beds...the beds...really...really no...no more. You know...know, it's...during the war, except for normal patients. Besides, there are... many injuries... the wounded also live here."

I saw that the doctors and nurses were frightened by Krochkov, and they hurriedly came out to make ends meet. I smiled and said to Krochkov: "Comrade Krochkov, don’t be like this. Look, you frightened them all." Then I comforted the doctor and said, "Comrade doctor, don’t be afraid. If there are no extra beds in the ward, just put me in the corridor, and it’s the same."

The doctor glanced at my epaulettes again and replied tremblingly: "But you are a general, how can you live in the corridor like an ordinary person?"

I was afraid that Krochkov would happen again after they heard it, and hurriedly rushed to the interface and said: "It's okay, if I don't wear this uniform, I won't be like ordinary people." Having said this, I suddenly remembered. Bezikov said that Vasily also lives in the hospital~lightnovelpub.net~ and quickly added, "By the way, Comrade Doctor, I heard that the famous sniper Vasily also lives here. Can you help me get the bed? Is it arranged outside his ward?"

"Comrade General, are you talking about Vasily Zaitsev?" When the doctor on duty heard Vasily's name, his face couldn't help but smile, and he said with some pride: "Unexpectedly, you also know him. During the Defence of Stalingrad, more than 300 fascists were killed by one person..."

"Comrade doctor, of course General Oshanina knows Vasily." Hearing this, Bezikov couldn't help interrupting the doctor's words, and said impatiently: "Vasily is her subordinate, and her eyes There is a problem with Vasily. Don’t talk nonsense here, hurry up and find someone to arrange a bed."

These few words of Bezikov made the doctor's smile froze on his face. After a while, he reduced the smile on his face, turned and told the nurse: "Nurse, immediately go to the hospital logistics comrades, let them arrange a bed in the corridor for the general." (to be continued)

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