"He didn't come out, is he still in there? How is the situation now?"
It's certainly not possible to say that he came specifically to investigate and accuse, but Malashenko really wanted to know what happened as soon as possible.
What kind of outrageous unexpected situation caused his double insurance to fail and lead to what he is like now.
Facing Malashenko's straight-to-the-point question, Kovanov, who was already mentally prepared and provided any answers he might need, blurted out without much hesitation.
"Still undergoing surgery, Comrade Division Commander. The situation is not good. The American young man named David was seriously injured. He was shot in multiple places in the torso by a German submachine gun."
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Although he had heard the news about "multiple gunshot wounds" on the radio not long ago, when Malashenko heard that the multiple gunshot areas were actually the torso, not the limbs, he originally had some hope.
Malashenko immediately frowned and secretly thought something was wrong.
"Who is the chief surgeon inside? Where is Karachev? Where is he now? I want to ask him."
Malashenko, who was anxious to find out the extent of his injury, began to look for people in a targeted manner. In the past, Karachev, who was always available and could even be encountered occasionally without calling him, was nowhere to be found. He found this person.
Comrade Malashenko, who is fully responsible for the director of the field hospital, is the most straightforward way for Malashenko to figure out the situation at the moment.
But before Malashenko could finish his words, Kovanov in front of him had already answered in a rush.
"The chief surgeon inside is Comrade Dean. He is presiding over the operation. I'm afraid we have to wait a little longer."
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Okay, this guy Karachev even did it himself.
But that's fine. Having him in charge will at least make people more trustworthy.
Apart from anything else, considering Kalachev's medical skills and the doctor's benevolent sense of responsibility, having him in the hospital was already the best situation Malashenko could have imagined.
As the saying goes, "do your best and obey fate." Now that the personnel have been fulfilled, the rest depends on whether fate will give us Comrade Ma some face.
Malashenko, who was waiting outside and outside the door of the operating room and looking around, was impatient. He had a bunch of important things waiting behind him, but he didn't have much time to wait here.
Malashenko, who had not seen any movement for five minutes, had just changed his mind and planned to have a good talk with Kovanov first and ask for the details of the whole incident.
But he never thought that before anyone could speak, the door to the operating room would be opened without anyone expecting it.
"Comrade Commander, are you here too? When did you come? Have you been waiting for a long time?"
The first thing I saw when I went out was Malashenko in the uniform of a major general standing in front of him. The attire of the division commander today is really rare on ordinary days. Naturally, Karachev, who is already an old acquaintance with Malashenko,
You won't get the wrong person.
As soon as Malashenko saw Karachev get off the operating table, push open the door from the operating room and come to the front, he ignored other polite words and unnecessary nonsense. The first sentence he spoke was to go straight to the point.
Go to the topic.
"Where are the people? How are they doing?!"
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Looking at the expression on Comrade Commander's face eager to confirm the results, he then glanced at Kovanov, whose expression was basically similar to that of Malashenko, and the group of soldiers surrounding the door of the operating room who were escorting the wounded all the way.
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Kalachev asked himself that he wanted to give everyone a satisfactory answer, but the fact turned out to be that Kalachev was unable to do it. After a moment of silence, the tone when he spoke again had a hint of desolation and helplessness.
"We tried our best, Comrade Commander, but the injuries are too serious."
"The specific injuries are as follows. Two bullets penetrated the left and right lung lobes respectively, and the bullets remained in the lungs and were difficult to remove. The stomach and intestines were also shot, all of which were round-headed submachine gun bullets with low penetrating power.
None of the bullets could penetrate the body, and all remained inside the body."
"But these are not the most serious. The most serious fatal injury was a bullet hitting the lateral ventricle. Although the hit site was not fatal on the spot, his myocardial function was severely damaged, and symptoms appeared not long after he was put on the operating table.
Heart failure, accompanied by excessive blood loss."
"We used all the methods we should. This operation was performed by me, the director of surgery, Anya, the head nurse, and two other very experienced nurses. But we still couldn't retain him.
This young life and his injuries really make me feel helpless.”
Looking at Kalachev who was sweating profusely after taking off his mask and white hat, with a look of helplessness on his face, Malashenko, who wanted to say something, was about to speak. Originally, the operating room was only opened a little by Kalachev.
The door was completely opened at this moment.
The person who was pushed out of the operating room was none other than the American boy who went to the operating table with his last breath and came down as a corpse covered with white cloth - David Derrick.
Malashenko had no idiosyncrasy of disturbing the peace and tranquility of the deceased, but the particularity of the current situation prompted Malashenko to still choose to take a step forward, came to the stretcher cart being pushed out of the door, and stretched out his right hand.
The white shroud was gently lifted up and uncovered, and what Malashenko saw was a lifeless corpse that was still warm and had its eyes artificially closed after completely losing its vital signs.
"Maybe I'm presumptuous. But, how to deal with him? Comrade Commander."
After all, the body lying on the stretcher is not one of the leader's own, nor one of our comrades. The usual methods of handling bodies are certainly not universal and inappropriate now. That's why Kalachev is taking the initiative now.
Ask questions.
"Send it to the morgue first. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible, but I need to discuss it with the Americans. No matter what, there will be a result tonight. You are waiting for my news."
"I understand, I will handle it well, please rest assured, Comrade Commander."
With Malashenko's order, Kalachev immediately led people to push the body down first.
Fortunately, the temperature in spring is not too high now, so it is not a big problem to store the body in a cool and normal temperature environment for half a day. However, it would not be a good idea to store the body for most of the day in the hot summer.
As Malashenko said, what to do about this matter is not something that can be decided by oneself alone. You must first negotiate with the Americans and see what they say, and then you can decide how to deal with the remains.
After all, the dead were Americans, not Soviets, so it is only natural that Americans should respect their own opinions.
But before that, Malashenko, who felt that he needed to figure out the detailed process of the whole incident, first focused on Kovanov.
"Tell me, what happened? Tell me the details clearly. You have ten minutes."