Things falling on the ground are not very common in this special era, but in the distant 21st century, every family would have them. This is a small medicine bottle that is milky white in color, about the size of a woman's bottle.
The perfume is so loud.
"Medicine? How come there is medicine? I never heard that Comrade Political Commissar is sick..."
Malashenko was a little puzzled. Malashenko, who talked about almost everything with Political Commissar Petrov, did not know where this bottle of medicine came from. If this bottle of medicine really belonged to Comrade Comrade Political Commissar.
With doubts and curiosity in his heart, Malashenko subconsciously shook the small bottle in his hand. The clanking sound of pills hitting the bottle wall immediately came from the bottle. There were obviously a lot of pills in the bottle.
"There are so many left... Do you need to take medicine for a long time? What disease does this thing treat?"
With a trace of doubt and curiosity, Malashenko, who had already sat down on the chair, continued to turn the small medicine bottle in his hand, trying to find something like a label on it to answer his doubts.
The hard work paid off. Malashenko turned the medicine bottle around in his hand and discovered something worth noting.
"...English? American medicine? Could this be..."
Even if we look at the entire Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, as far as Malashenko can think of, the only person who has the ability to obtain and prescribe American medicine with English characters on it is Karachev.
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Needless to say, medicines in the war years were precious and scarce. It is not an exaggeration to say that they were equivalent to gold.
Especially now that the United States itself has joined the Second World War, its domestic efforts to control drugs and prioritize supply to the military have reached an unprecedented level. Malashenko is very clear about this.
Kalachev, who returned to his motherland, had brought back many medicines that were not available in the Soviet Union and could only be obtained in the United States. Most of these scarce medicines were not used to treat ordinary diseases, but were specially designed to deal with some difficult and rare diseases.
Medicines that can save lives at critical moments.
Kalachev relied on the knowledge he learned very early to figure out a fact: his abilities are limited and he cannot save everyone on the battlefield. Bringing medicines that are in high demand and are consumed quickly will not have much effect.
Even if you fill your suitcase full, it will probably only be able to carry the needs of a big battle.
Instead of doing this, it is better to bring precious medicines that are not for ordinary medical use.
Although there are few opportunities to use it at ordinary times, it can play an important role at critical moments and save important and critical people. This was the advice given to Karachev by his mentor at Johns Hopkins University before he left.
Saving one important person is far more meaningful than saving a hundred or even thousands of ordinary people.
Although as a doctor, he should treat all his patients equally, the truth derived from reality makes it impossible to make such a seemingly perfect choice, and he must make the right choice that suits the situation.
Kalachev’s mentor had joined the U.S. Army when he was as young as him and served as a military doctor on the battlefield of World War I. After witnessing countless cruelties and bloodshed, he returned to his motherland and devoted himself to studying physical trauma related to war in the long years.
He is a famous surgical expert at Hopkins University and a mentor that Karachev admires from the bottom of his heart.
"Your motherland is facing an unprecedented catastrophe. As your mentor, I support your idea of going back and agree with you to do so. A person should always do something meaningful when he is young. When you are as old as me
Then you won’t regret doing nothing.”
"You are one of the best students I have ever taught. If you stay in the United States, you can set up your own private clinic immediately after leaving school. Maybe it will grow into a big hospital in the future, or you can
Choose to further your studies at school and become my peers.”
"I'm not saying this to try to retain you, Karachev. I just hope you understand one thing. The situation you face on the battlefield is far from what a peaceful big city can match, let alone a quiet and pleasant downward village."
"You will face the most cruel death method in the world, and deal with horrific wounds that are hundreds of times more terrible than what you encountered on the school test bed. Don't make wrong judgments because of personal emotions. The military is
A place where laws and regulations are forbidden, anywhere in the world.”
"Perhaps you will encounter a situation where you are forced to abandon a certain person and instead save someone who is more important from a military perspective, just like what I encountered back then. At this time, you cannot rely on your own personal emotions.
And acting on impulse."
"Relax and try your best to save the more important person. His life may be related to the lives of thousands of soldiers, and even affect the success or failure of a war. In history, the outcome of a war has been determined by the life and death of one person.
It is not uncommon. With your intelligence, I believe you can understand my words and implement them well. Am I right? Karachev."
A vague understanding was the truest state of mind of Karachev at this time, but Karachev, who had always believed in his mentor, finally nodded quietly and said that he would definitely continue to do so.
Many of the drugs that Kalachev brought back to the Soviet Union are difficult to obtain even in the American pharmaceutical market. Some are even low-production trial drugs in laboratories, which are expensive or difficult to obtain even if you have money.
The type obtained.
I was able to get this suitcase full of medicine only with the help of my tutor and the help of Karachev's lover who was a classmate. The girl's father ran a pharmaceutical factory, which was undoubtedly a very powerful back door.
Kalachev promised the girl that when the war was over and the fascists were driven out of their homeland, he would definitely return to the United States to marry her, and perhaps take her back to the motherland that had haunted him for many years.
I will definitely go and see my hometown as long as conditions permit.
All of the above was what Malashenko heard from his own mouth when he was chatting with Kalachev, who had obviously regarded him as a close friend. This man had just walked out of the campus and traveled across the oceans, and returned to his motherland directly.
The young men who went to the battlefield had no reservations about Comrade Malashenko, the brigade commander.
At this moment, Malashenko's eyes were staring at the English label written on the small medicine bottle, and his brows were furrowed.
Others may not be able to understand what this Yankee's foreign language means, but Malashenko is different. English in later generations has long been one of the required courses on campus. It happened that Malashenko was still a student in his previous life.
My English score is pretty good, so it’s not difficult to understand what’s written on the label of this medicine bottle.