() If I were an ordinary soldier, when the hospital bed was tight, I might really live in a hospital bed temporarily placed in the corridor from admission to discharge. (s.) But the military rank on my epaulettes is destined to not be able to enjoy the treatment of ordinary people. The logistics staff of the hospital had just put new beds in the corridor, and the director of the hospital who received the news hurried over with a few people.

When they arrived, Krochkov had already left, and only Bezikov was sitting by the bed and chatting with me. He said to me: "Lida, although most doctors are called into the army, they are too busy to treat the seriously wounded people sent back from the front line every day. There is no extra energy to perform such delicate operations for you. . So I think your surgery is more suitable to be performed in this kind of general hospital."

The dean came to me with a few medical staff, nodded and greeted me: "Hello! Is this General Oshanina?"

"Yes, I'm Oshanina." I looked at the old man in a white coat in front of me. Because I couldn't figure out his identity, I asked tentatively: "Who are you?"

"I am Ossiminen, the dean of this hospital. I was originally attending a meeting held by the municipal health department. I heard that you were admitted to our hospital and I rushed back." After these few words, he stood He straightened his body, turned his head to the doctor on duty standing behind him, and said sternly, "Comrade doctor, how can you let a general, a hero of the motherland, live in this cold corridor?"

"Comrade Dean, listen to my explanation." The doctor on duty replied in a flustered manner: "The wards of the inpatient department are fully occupied, and there are even a lot of people living in the corridors, plus Comrade General himself proposed to live in the corridors. I asked the logistics comrade to make a bed for her here..."

"Comrade Dean," I hurried out when Osiminin was about to get angry with the doctor on duty, and said, "I can't blame the doctor. There are indeed no beds in the inpatient department. And my eyes need to be operated on as soon as possible, so I strongly demand the doctor. Arrange a bed for me in the corridor."

"General Oshanina, just look at what you said." Ossiminen turned his head and said flatly to me: "How can you live in the corridor? You know, there is no heating in the building. It is even colder in the corridor. It's horrible, this is very detrimental to your postoperative recovery. Therefore, even if the beds in the inpatient department are tight, we have to find a way for you to arrange a room, preferably a single room." said. He turned again and rushed to the people behind and said, "Go and clean up the storage room, and then move General Oshanina's bed over."

Seeing that Osiminen is so enthusiastic, I am not good at discouraging his enthusiasm, so when he turned his head to ask for my opinion, I shrugged and said indifferently: "Comrade Osiminen, since you are the dean. Then. I obey your arrangements."

Hearing that I agreed to my arrangement, Ossiminen showed a smile on his face, and then he said to me in a negotiating tone: "Comrade General. It may take some time to arrange the room for you. During this time, Are you going to sit somewhere else first, such as my dean's office?"

Bezikov, who had been sitting in the hospital bed silently, stood up and said to me: "Lida, didn't you just say you want to see your injured subordinate? There is still time anyway. I will accompany you to visit. The wounded!"

Osiminin glanced at Bezikov's epaulettes, and asked cautiously: "Comrade Colonel. I don't know which wounded you plan to visit?"

"Vasily, Vasily Zaitsev." I said Vasily's name. I am afraid that because there are too many patients and wounded in the hospital, Ossiminen did not know this person, and specifically stated: "Is an excellent sniper. He is treated in this hospital because of an eye injury."

"I know, I know, of course I do!" Ossiminen replied repeatedly: "How could I not know such a hero. It's a coincidence that his ward is not far in front. I will take you there. ."

Bezikov and I followed Osiminin, passed a dozen or so beds in the corridor, where patients or wounded were lying, and walked into a ward with a dozen or so beds densely packed.

As soon as we entered the door, Ossiminen stopped. After we walked in, he pointed to the corner of the wall and said, "Comrade Commander, Vasily's bed is by the wall."

I looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a bed by the wall lying on a bed with a sick gown and his eyes tightly wrapped in white bandages. He should be Vasily as Ossiminen said. .

I walked quickly to the bed, leaned down and asked tentatively, "Is it Vasily?"

The person lying in the hospital bed was taken aback when he heard my voice, then stretched out his hands in the air and asked excitedly: "Commander, commander, is that you?"

I grabbed Vasily’s outstretched hands. Although I knew he could not see, I still smiled and said, "Yes, Comrade Vasily, I will come to see you on behalf of comrades."

Hearing what I said, the corners of Vasily's mouth twitched violently, and he said frustratedly: "Comrade Commander, I heard the doctor say that my eye injury is very serious. Even if it is cured, I can no longer be a sniper. "

I looked sideways at Osiminen, who was standing next to him, and he nodded his head knowingly, saying that everything Vasily said was accurate.

To be honest, Vasily can no longer be a sniper, which is a pity for me. Seeing his downcast look, I quickly comforted him and said: "Comrade Vasily, although you can no longer continue to be a sniper, you can go to a sniper school as a teacher after you are injured and pass on your sniper knowledge to More snipers. Although you have killed more than 3 fascist invaders, the students you teach will be able to destroy more enemies in the future."

Under my persuasion, Vasily's mood calmed down a little bit, but he still asked half-believe: "Comrade Commander, are you telling the truth? When I return to the army, I can really go sniping. Is the school a teacher?"

"Yes, yes, Comrade Vasily." Seeing that his heart knot has not been completely unraveled, I continued: "Of course what I said is true. However, I think your mood is not stable today. No It's appropriate to say too much. You should rest first, and I will see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, can you spare time?" When I said to leave, Vasily's mood became low again.

"Relax, Vasily." I patted the back of his hand twice. Said: "I may have to stay in the hospital for a long time, and I will come to see you whenever I have time."

"What, do you want to stay in the hospital for a long time?" Vasily heard me say this and immediately asked vigilantly: "Could it be that you, are you also injured?"

Facing the instigator, Vasily, I gave a wry smile. But he replied happily, "There is no major problem, that is, something wrong with the eyes and needs treatment for a period of time. At present, the military hospitals in the city are full, so I had to stay in this general hospital temporarily."

After hearing this, Vasily asked with concern: "What's wrong with your eyes, does it matter?"

"It's okay." I was afraid that it would add to his psychological burden, so I said lightly: "It may be that I have been over-using my eyes recently and seeing things are a bit blurred, so I took the opportunity to go back to Moscow and have a look at the hospital. Okay, You have a good rest. Comrade Dean and I still have things to discuss."

"Thank you, thank you. Comrade Commander!" Vasily held my hand tightly and said gratefully.

When we walked out of the ward and toward the dean's room. Ossiminen, who was walking by my side, suddenly talked and said, "Comrade General, if you have time, please go and enlighten Comrade Vasily. He has been in a depressed mood since he was sent to the hospital with injuries. He is not very cooperative. Our treatment, so the recovery of the eye injury is very unsatisfactory."

I heard Osiminen's words. I couldn't help but chuckle, wondering if Vasily's injury was serious? Hurriedly asked: "Comrade Dean. What is Vasily's injury, please tell me the truth!"

Osiminen slowed down and said to me with a serious expression: "Comrade Vasily’s eyes were scratched by shrapnel from the mine, and the injury was not minor. If he does not keep his mood happy and actively cooperate with our treatment, it is estimated that his I won’t be able to keep my eyes."

"If a sniper doesn't have eyes, then he will definitely be so painful as to die." After Osiminen said these few words, Bezikov said in an interface: "Especially an excellent sniper like him, the situation It will be more serious."

After speaking, he came to Osiminin's dean's room without knowing it. After he greeted us and sat down, he turned around and asked the doctor on duty who followed up: "How is the situation with Polev One?"

The doctor on duty obviously didn't expect the dean to ask this suddenly, and for a while he didn't know how to answer it.

"Polev One," Osiminen repeated the name he had just said, and reminded him: "It's the wounded man with a leg injury who was sent from the suburbs yesterday."

"I have had an operation." The doctor on duty replied, "All the shrapnel on the leg has been taken out. After a week of rest, I can try to get out of bed and walk around."

"How is the old lady in the first ward on the second floor?" Osiminen asked again, "has the situation improved?"

"Excuse me, are you talking about the old lady Chekovna?" the doctor on duty asked tentatively.

"Exactly correct, I am talking about her." Ossiminen said affirmatively: "She has frequent symptoms of fainting because of her long-term malnutrition. As long as she is supplemented with enough nutrition, her symptoms Can get better..."

Listening to Ossiminen discussing his condition with his doctors, I can't help but admire him secretly. As the director of the hospital, I can remember so many patients and their illnesses.

After the doctor on duty left, Osiminen sat down behind the table opposite us, picked up the case on the table, and after watching for a while, put down the case and said to me: "Comrade General, come from Sergey’s diagnosis. See, your situation is not optimistic. You need to have an operation right away. However, for the sake of safety, you need to observe for two days before the operation. The operation will be performed by me personally. However, during these two days, I suggest that you stay in bed all the time. Lest the detachment area of ​​the retina increases."

Osiminen’s performance just now made me full of confidence in his medical skills, but what I want to know more is when I can return to normal work after the operation, so I cautiously asked: "Comrade Dean, I don’t know what will happen after the operation. Can God be discharged from the hospital?"

"Usually after surgery, the stitches can be removed in three days, and you can be discharged in seven days at most." He may have seen a relaxed expression on my face, and immediately added: "But within three months, you Do not exercise vigorously, otherwise it will cause the newly patched retina to fall off again."

His words made my heart cold. I asked tentatively: "Comrade Dean, I don't know what you mean by strenuous exercise?"

"Running and jumping are not allowed, let alone going to the frontier to participate in the battle." When Ossiminen said of the doctor's order, he said as an ordinary patient: "So in the next three months, You can only do some light work."

Just as I was about to ask a few more questions, a nurse ran in from the door and reported to Ossiminen loudly: "Dean, Comrade General's ward is ready."

After listening to the nurse's report, Ossiminen quickly asked me with a smile: "Comrade General, the ward is ready. Let's go and take a look?"

The newly furnished ward has seven or eight square meters. There is only one symptom and a bedside table in it, so there is not much space left. As soon as I walked in, I smelled a pungent smell of disinfectant. Ossiminen saw me frowning ~lightnovelpub.net~ and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Comrade General, because this room used to be a storage room. , So when the comrades in the logistics department cleaned, they used disinfectant to disinfect."

I waved my hand and smiled and said to him: "It's okay, just wait a little longer to get used to the smell. Comrade Dean, there is nothing for you here, so go ahead and do your work."

Bezikov waited for Osiminin to leave, immediately walked to my side and said to me: "Lida, I will report to Marshal Zhukov about your hospitalization. Also, in order to ensure your safety, I Let Captain Yushchenko and the others come over and set up a sentry at your door."

I know that a matter of such a big hospitalization, I must report to my superiors. Since Bezikov is willing to do it for me, I can't ask for it. As for letting Yushchenko and the others come to the hospital to serve as a guard, I thought it was a bit too exciting, and I quickly objected: "Comrade Colonel, I am hospitalized here. There should be no danger. I think there is no such thing as letting Captain Yushchenko come and stand guard Is it necessary."

Unexpectedly, Bezikov said stubbornly: "No, if you are a lieutenant colonel or other ranks, you may not need soldiers to stand guard for you. But look at your epaulettes, you are now a general. Your safety must be guaranteed, so I will arrange for Yushchenko to come and protect your safety as soon as possible." (To be continued)