Chapter 2339 Every hour from now is a miracle

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2339 Every hour from now is a miracle

"How is he?"

It is often a bad feeling to be stared at by people in a daze, and Karachev is feeling this feeling now.

Knowing how bad the situation was, Karachev wanted to say something, but he wanted to speak but stopped, and seemed to have some concerns.

Marashenko, who was anxious but could keep calm, saw the problem, then turned his head and signaled Karachev to come with him, took a big step forward and came outside.

"Tell me, how bad is the situation? I want you to tell the truth, I am mentally prepared."

Marashenko went straight to the point without doing anything nonsense. Karachev, who expected that this might be the case, did not think too much, and then he vomited everything he should say.

"It's more serious than ever, and this time the situation is quite a bit."

"The time you left just now, the political commissar couldn't eat anything. After eating a bowl of broth, I vomited, continued to eat, continued to vomit, and repeatedly forced myself to toss for almost half an hour, but I didn't eat anything."

"The serviceman wanted to come and help, but as soon as he walked up to him, the political commissar couldn't hold on and fell down. He had less breath and had more breath, and he was the whole person. When I arrived, the scene seemed like he was almost suffocated to death. It might sound a little exaggerated, but I swear to God that this was the situation at that time."

Marashenko didn't care what Karachev swears about, but only cared about what happened next, and said quietly as calm as before.

"So tell me."

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"The field hospitals of our teachers are actually in good condition, but they still lack professional equipment to treat this disease, or to maintain life. Treating cancer is not a disease within the medical capacity of field hospitals."

"I can only make some general judgments without professional equipment. It is certain that cancer cells spread to the lungs. Now it can even be said that the entire lung is on the verge of complete disability. This is the fundamental reason why the political commissar has difficulty breathing and can no longer do vigorous exercises with high oxygen consumption, and even walk faster."

"His lungs can no longer convert enough oxygen to support these exercises. Any aerobic exercise requires oxygen maintenance. If you understand this, you will know why the political commissar is now."

Karachev was worried that Marashenko would not understand it, so he turned professional terms into down-to-earth and ordinary words to describe it as much as possible. But Karachev's worries were actually redundant. Marashenko, who came from a distant future generations, had a much greater grasp of various information than indigenous people of the same era. It was not difficult to understand the medical descriptions that ordinary people in this era could not understand.

"That is to say, lung function is on the verge of loss. When the moment of complete loss is completely lost, people will be suffocated to death. Do I understand correctly?"

Karachev, who had a sad and helpless expression, nodded, but soon continued to speak.

"Not only that, in fact, the political commissar has experienced multiple organ failure, and cancer cells have spread to multiple organs and parts of his body. He has been standing in front of this disease that is comparable to the god of death for too long. It has been so long that the cancer cells have spread to this point but cannot take away his life. If it were others, the clinical cases I know, jumping off a building and committing suicide by cutting his wrist, swallowing a gun, and dying happily are the choices of many people, and they are definitely not a few."

The terminal illness that medicine in the distant twenty-first century is not able to overcome. It is not surprising that it can torture people to this point. Of course, Marashenko also believes that what Karachev is telling the truth, just like firmly believe that the political commissar set the goal for him to achieve.

"He won't do this, I know him. Cancer may defeat many people, but it is impossible to defeat him. I believe he will never fall before the agreed moment comes, never!"

While reciting his strong will of the political commissar, Marashenko still has something to ask about Karachev.

"The experience and judgment tell me a time, what you think is time."

Karachev certainly understood what Marashenko was referring to, but he could not give a relatively vague answer in accordance with Marashenko's requirements.

"Every hour from now on is a miracle. No one can last for so long with just some medicines away from the hospital. Miracles cannot be measured and defined by fixed concepts. This is my answer."

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I had already guessed that the final answer might be like this, and Marashenko had no intention of blaming Karachev.

After all, let alone Karachev, even Marashenko, who traveled through time decades later, had never heard of a patient with advanced pancreatic cancer in that era of information explosion. He didn't even have to go to the hospital. He could command the troops to run around the front line with some painkillers all day long.

Medicine is used to cure diseases and save people, not to measure and understand miracles.

He no longer continued to blame and over-require what Karachev did. After learning that Karachev had done everything he could and had barely prescribed some maintenance medicines that he should have been left, Marashenko solemnly patted Karachev on the shoulder and signaled that he could leave first and do what he should have been doing. If there was any problem, he would send someone to look for it.

As Karachev's back carrying the medicine box gradually moved away, Malashenko, who felt mixed feelings, lifted up the curtain of the tent and walked inward, only to see Lavrienko sitting by the bed holding a water cup in his hand, talking with the political commissar.

"You go and do your business. There are still many things to do after the war. I have to ask you to do my part. I feel that it's OK to take over when I rest and feel it's OK, so I'll rely on you first."

Comrades in the political commissar were still worried about what he should do under normal circumstances. Lavrienko, who was holding a water cup, frowned even more when he heard this.

"There are so many people and so many comrades in the division headquarters. Those things will always be done, but if you are gone, what should comrades do? Taking care of themselves and having a good rest is the top priority. Don't think about those troublesome things. I promise that they will handle them well, don't worry."

The political commissar, who was already much better than before, leaned against a corner of the camp bed, just smiled faintly when he heard Ravrienko's words.

"Without the revolutionary cause, no one will continue to move forward. Comrades will take over the banner in my hand and continue to move forward, just like I have done countless times. Our lives will leave, but this great cause will not. The only thing I can do is to raise this banner as high as possible before I fall down, and go a little further."

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Lavrienko didn't know what to say, but just held the water cup in his hand and stood still with his face. He just stayed by the political commissar and refused to leave until his steps were light, and Marashenko, who was no longer as popular as before, quietly stepped forward.

"Leave it to me here. Let's deal with the battle summary. I'll talk to you later."
Chapter completed!