Whatever the doctor asked, he answered whatever he asked. Malashenko, who had no reason to lie, truthfully described his true feelings at the moment.
"The bullet wound in the abdomen will take some time to recover. We have taken out the bullet and cleaned the wound. It is normal to still feel pain. After all, it is not an ordinary wound."
"From today until you are discharged from the hospital, Comrade Malashenko, I will always be your attending doctor. Please call me Igor. I will be responsible for formulating and monitoring your treatment plan throughout the entire process. Please feel free to leave it to me.
"In addition, we have thought about assigning you a companion nurse, but we encountered some obstacles. Someone volunteered and ignored the obstruction. Your companion nurse will be here in a moment."
"If you have any questions or discomfort, please inform me at any time and let anyone come to me. We are all familiar faces. I wish you a speedy recovery and good health, Comrade Malashenko, I will take my leave now."
The big bespectacled doctor in front of him made a lot of noises. Malashenko, who kept looking at him, could only blink a few times and nodded, and then expressed his gratitude. He spoke like a machine gun and spoke at a speed comparable to
The doctor at mg42 didn't seem to want to leave himself a chance to interrupt until he took the person away.
"I feel like this doctor is always very perfunctory. He always comes and leaves immediately. He never takes good care of Comrade Commander."
When the doctor and others just walked out of the door, Iushkin, who had been standing aside, finally couldn't help it and immediately started to complain, but Kirill, who was also standing by, expressed objections.
"How could it be? Dr. Igor is the best surgeon here. Like Dr. Karachev, he also returned from studying abroad and is a top surgical expert. He is responsible for so many important patients in the hospital. He is very busy.
For sure, don’t get it wrong.”
Iushkin, who stopped speaking, neither expressed his approval nor objection, but once again pulled the chair in the corner of the room to the side of Malashenko's bed, and sat down directly.
"When we found you that day, Comrade Commander, you were already seriously injured and fell to the ground."
"The bullet hit your abdomen, and you were bleeding non-stop. You had already passed out. We quickly tore off the clean inside of your clothes and pressed our hands on the wound to stop the bleeding. Kirill ran away
Kalachev was called in. Oh my god, that guy was so frightened by the German shells and bullets that he wet his pants. He was definitely the most cowardly guy in our brigade, bar none."
Iushkin's skill in making awkward conversations was acquired from Marashenko, and it has always been getting better and better.
Listening to Iushkin's vivid imitation of Karachev's miserable state, Malashenko couldn't help but sit on the bed and laugh out loud.
"Pfft hahaha...oh oh oh...hiss...ah, it hurts..."
It didn't matter if he didn't smile. The sudden smile made Malashenko feel a strong and heartbreaking pain from the wound under the abdominal bandage. It seemed that he was laughing too hard just now.
"Comrade Commander, are you okay? Do you want to call a doctor?"
When he suddenly grinned, Iushkin, Kirill and Seryosha, who were immediately panicked, hurriedly gathered around him. Malashenko, who could clearly feel that the pain was fading, immediately waved his hand.
"No, it's just too funny. Iushkin, if you laugh at Dr. Karachev like this in the future, be careful that he won't care about you after he gets injured. He is just a college graduate who returned to his motherland with patriotic passion.
You are not a serious Red Army soldier like us, so you should not laugh at others but treat them with respect, understand?"
Everyone knows the truth, and Malashenko said this half-jokingly. To calm the atmosphere, he raised his hand and rubbed his nose. Iushkin, who looked a little embarrassed, then spoke.
"I'm just saying that I have always respected him. After all, he has saved so many of our comrades, and I am very grateful to him! If you don't believe it, ask them both. It has always been like this."
After another burst of gentle laughter, Malashenko leaned back and stretched his muscles slightly while leaning on the pillow, carefully, and then asked again with a somewhat uncertain tone.
"So I lost too much blood and passed out? Then where are we now?"
"In Moscow, Comrade Commander."
"Moscow!?"
Malashenko originally thought that he might be in a relatively safe rear hospital, but he never expected that he was so far away from the front line. How on earth was he brought to Moscow from Kursk?
of?
"Here... tell me what happened, Iushkin, aren't we on the Kursk front line? We are in Prokhorovka, why are we suddenly in Moscow now?"
Seeing the disbelief on Malashenko's face, Iushkin, who still had a smile on his face, thought for a moment, organized his words, and then spoke.
"Reinforcements arrived at the last moment. Tanks, planes, and countless infantrymen rushed the three SS divisions outside the village to pieces. These bastards who were just attacking us even forgot to defend. One
They didn't even last the round and were immediately washed away."
"The reinforcements were in pursuit, and the scattered SS troops were organizing a retreat. Our brigade and the 9th Guards Airborne Division were also in the village. The scene was so chaotic. I only remember that the Germans seemed to be broken.
Running around like pigs in a pigsty."
"But I heard that they still couldn't eat all the SS division. They ran away a small part, but the final victory in Prokhorovka was ours! Those Germans could never launch another attack after that day
An attack."
"Karachev said that your wounds were at risk of infection, you lost too much blood, and several of your ribs were broken. You were shocked by the shells. He did not rule out the risk of internal injuries such as organ damage. He said that your condition at the time was like
The tattered scarecrow was pecked by crows and has injuries all over its body. It must be sent to a large hospital with good conditions. The front line has no confidence in dealing with such serious injuries."
"Karachev was busy leading people to rescue you, and Comrade Political Commissar hurriedly reported the news to the front army headquarters. A call back came after a while. Commander Vatutin personally ordered that your condition be stabilized and sent to Moscow for treatment.
A special plane was prepared. Fortunately, Kursk is not too far from Moscow, and we finally caught up."
Iushkin said a lot and was very detailed, which was enough for Malashenko to understand the whole process of the entire incident, but there was still one last question that troubled Malashenko's mind and had not yet been solved.