"Hello, comrade division commander, welcome to the field hospital to inspect the work."
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There are not many people who can make Malashenko feel speechless, and the person in front of him in this situation is definitely one of them.
Especially after adding this sentence that sounded like a complete official accent, Malashenko felt that he didn't know how to answer.
I have been holding it in for a long time, and I have considered everything I can think about.
Malashenko, who felt his brain cells were burning, racked his brains hard, but in the end he just spit out a reply that he felt was not nutritious.
"Long time no see, Anya. How are you doing recently? How is your work?"
Ashamed?
Really ashamed.
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Malashenko felt like he wanted to make a big mouthful of himself after hearing what he said.
Malashenko had almost forgotten the last time he met Anya. As for the last time the two of them were alone instead of meeting briefly in public, it was even more unclear that it was the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.
Poor girl like Anya is so infatuated, knowing that our senior comrade is a busy man with a mountain of work to do.
So she never took the initiative to disturb her, nor did she act like a coquettish girl on a daily basis like most girls at this age. She just watched from afar as she said, as long as she could see her deep love as far as she could see.
Just the figure of this man is enough.
And what about Comrade Lao Ma?
Speaking of which, he is really a scumbag.
Malashenko, who probably recalled his recent memories, was surprised to find that the last time he thought about missing Anya was in his dream last month. Moreover, it was during the day when he was chatting with Comrade Political Commissar.
While chatting, Anya was brought up and we talked a lot. I thought about it day and night and dreamed about it, and then I came up with this "remembering in a dream" thing.
Embarrassing, really embarrassing!
If Malashenko was the kind of person who habitually escapes, he would probably be trying to find a crack in the ground to get in now, but it's a pity that Malashenko is not.
But the situation of "there is a wolf in front and a tiger in the back" is not very good.
Behind him was a picture of the little girl who had finally been comforted, and in front of him was his confidante who he had to admit.
I want to make up for my mistakes in the past period, say something to Anya, and explain something.
But this person was coming and going, had ears on his back, stretcher teams carrying the wounded were constantly passing by, and even in a public place where the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood, it was really not suitable for him.
Anya held the tray filled with bloody medical equipment without saying a word, but she never left. She even avoided Malashenko's gaze and did not dare to look directly into her lover's eyes. She was dressed in a white nurse uniform.
The mask and white hat completely covered the whole body in white, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed but not facing Malashenko.
"I'm... okay. I'm busy every day, fulfilling and meaningful. How about you who spend every day like this in hope?"
It's not just Malashenko who feels embarrassed, Anya is in a similar situation.
Women can be slow to react to many things, but they are surprisingly sharp when it comes to fighting among their own kind, at least in most cases.
Although I couldn't understand what the man I loved so much was saying in an incomprehensible language to this beautiful woman in "fancy clothes" just now.
But the woman's appearance and the "vivid and strong" facial expression still made Anya feel uneasy.
All kinds of fears and worries surged into her mind, running through her mind like a crucian carp crossing a river. "My heart is a mess and my mind is blank" is the most true portrayal of Anya at this moment.
That is to say, when no one knows what to do next, the accident that breaks the deadlock basically comes at the right time and arrives at the right time.
"Anya! Are the hemostatic forceps and scalpel ready? Prepare operating table No. 3, hurry up!"
Not many Red Army soldiers could make it out of Stalingrad alive, and even fewer medical staff could make it out of this "city of purgatory."
As one of them, Anya has won praise from many leaders, teachers and famous doctors, including Karachev, for her professionalism, seriousness, strong ability to withstand pressure and meticulous fighting attitude.
"For important and critical surgeries, it doesn't matter who is the surgeon, but as long as conditions permit, Anya will be called. I also hope that Anya can be there when I perform the surgery. Her knowledge and judgment of the surgical process are even better."
No less skilled than a skilled surgeon."
"Often I have just put down the tools and before I have a chance to say anything, she knows what to put on next and has already handed the items to me. I won't say it is 100% accurate, but it is at least 98% or above. But.
Don’t underestimate the time saved. In an operation, the sum of two or three seconds of dozens or hundreds of tiny movements is enough to save a life from death. This is no joke.”
When her mind recalled what Karachev had told her privately before, Anya, who was busy with work and had her own "battle" to participate in, had no time to deal with her own personal matters.
Not knowing what to say, she nodded to Malashenko to say goodbye. Anya, holding the tray in her hand, saw this and walked quickly to the equipment room not far away.
Malashenko, who had already passed by Anya, also knew that he could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. Inspired by the dual sense of responsibility and courage, he turned around in the blink of an eye and spoke quietly.
"I will definitely make time to see you again soon, Anya, I promise this time."
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It was obvious that Anya paused as she left quickly, and even her back in white clothes trembled slightly.
After a short time passed, only a soft word without looking back echoed in Malashenko's ears.
"I'm waiting for you."
Looking at Anya's hurried back disappearing into the equipment room, Malashenko, who had mixed feelings in his heart, did not decisively fall into the whirlpool of thoughts. The responsibilities on his shoulders and the precious time that could no longer be squeezed all reminded Mara.
Shenke did what he should do.
"Let's go. There's nothing to stay here. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."
Malashenko, who didn't want to explain too much to Gil, continued to move forward. His right hand had already touched the white curtain of the ward, and he was about to push the door open. Unexpectedly, Gil, who had been silent from just now, suddenly appeared again at this moment.
Open your mouth.
"That girl just now loves you very much. Her eyes are really beautiful."
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Malashenko, who had already touched the doorknob, was not surprised by Jill's words, or so to speak for this little girl, that was the best outcome Comrade Ma could have expected.
"Thanks."
No hesitation, no words, just a simple word and just pushed the door open and entered.