If one month were placed in daily life in peaceful times, it would not seem that long at first glance, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as fleeting.
But now, this full month is simply unaffordable for Malashenko, who knows that the German counterattack is imminent.
"Doctor, I am a junior officer, a captain of a tank company. Those fascists who invaded our motherland are still occupying our land. I cannot give up on myself just because of such a minor injury.
Fulfill the duty of loyalty to the motherland."
"If you can, and I mean if. I hope you can find a solution that allows me to continue to use my right eye without affecting it, but also heals the wound. I really can't leave the battle on the front line,
Please, doctor."
After hearing the sincere and sincere words from Malashenko's mouth, the military doctor frowned slightly under his glasses and couldn't help but feel guilty. After thinking for a moment, he immediately answered.
"I don't quite understand the specific combat mode of your tank unit, but can't you use your still intact left eye to fight? Comrade Captain."
Malashenko, who was not too surprised by the military doctor's question, immediately added.
"You don't know something, doctor."
"Every detail of our tank soldiers' operations in the tank pays attention to the highest integration of man and machine. Seemingly simply using the other eye to aim will seriously affect the man-machine effect and combat efficiency of our crew in actual combat.
To put it simply, it is like asking a person who has been accustomed to writing with his right hand for decades to suddenly switch to his left hand. Even if he can really write, the efficiency of writing and the neatness of handwriting will definitely be greatly affected.
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Although he still couldn't understand the professional terminology Malashenko said, he managed to understand the true meaning of it through the last sentence. After sighing lightly, the military doctor was helpless, and then
Then he said to Malashenko with an expression that didn't know what to do.
"Comrade Captain, even though what you said is very important, I still have to remind you in my personal position and as a military doctor."
"Your right eye must receive proper medical treatment. Otherwise, I do not rule out the possibility that your right eye will be permanently blind due to a series of subsequent complications such as wound infection. In more serious cases, bacteria and lesions from the infected wound
It may even spread to your left eye, and then the problems you will face will not be solved by simple suturing surgery."
After hearing the facts stated by the military doctor in front of him, he couldn't help but fall into a brief silence. Malashenko, who had been thinking for a while without saying a word, finally raised his head and addressed the military doctor in front of him in an almost begging tone.
Speak slowly.
"In that case, could you please bandage only the upper part of the wound on my right eye after the operation? As a tank soldier, my right eye is too important to me. Doctor, I can't live without him.
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"well..."
After hearing the almost pleading insistence in Malashenko's mouth, he finally stopped trying to persuade him. The military doctor, who knew how strong the strong willpower supported by ideals and beliefs can be, nodded slowly.
"I understand, Comrade Captain, please leave it to me."
After local anesthesia was administered to the right eye, he sat quietly on the operating table chair and remained motionless with his left eye open.
While watching the military doctor in front of him quickly treat his wounds and carefully suture them up, Malashenko, whose left eye was still intact, saw many real scenes that he had never seen before.
As time went by, more and more Red Army soldiers began to be carried into the tent of the field hospital with the support of their comrades or lying on stretchers. The continuous wailing and painful groans were like
It's an endless night that makes people unable to see the end of hope.
The field hospital, which already had few beds and was in short supply of medical staff, was now even more busy. The entire overcrowded tent was full of busy white figures running before and after. It was the first time that everything in front of me was so real.
Malashenko, who had just retreated from the firing line, truly felt the sequelae and terror caused by the trauma of war.
"People in peacetime praise the heroes of wartime, but heroes in wartime yearn for peace all the time. It seems that some things really need to be experienced firsthand to understand the true meaning contained in them."
Ding-ding——
As the surgical scissors stained with Malashenko's warm blood were thrown into the metal plate aside, they made a crisp and strange sound. The military doctor who had successfully completed the operation and adjusted his glasses was immediately arranging the operation.
While using the tools, he spoke to Malashenko, who was still sitting upright in the chair.
"Congratulations, the operation went well, Comrade Malashenko. I have just used a small piece of specially cut gauze to bandage the wound on your upper eyelid as we agreed before. As long as you
Be careful in battle and life to prevent the wound from being hit by external force or lacerated. With your young people's physique, you should be able to recover as before soon."
He reached out and took out a small blood-stained mirror that was randomly thrown on the small cabinet nearby and pointed it at his face. The somewhat unfamiliar but extremely resolute face in the mirror did not seem to be too uncomfortable.
The perfectly treated wound was carefully bandaged, and at least it seemed to Malashenko himself that it was no big deal.
After putting the mirror back in its place, he slowly stood up from the chair. He felt that he had basically recovered from the fierce battle during the day. Malashenko, who was in a slightly better mood, was about to turn around and face the man he had just given.
The military doctor who performed the surgery expressed his gratitude, but when he really looked back, he found that the other person had already disappeared into the busy and noisy crowd.
"That's all, let's wait until we have the opportunity in the future to thank him specifically..."
After making such a decision in his mind, he immediately walked towards the door with Kirill who had been waiting for him beside him, indicating that he had recovered a lot after resting and no longer needed help from Malashenko.
Then he raised his hand and opened the tent door. The orange sunset hanging on the horizon outside the field hospital was still so bright and dazzling.
"What should we do next, sir."
Listening to the question that came from Kirill's mouth, Malashenko, whose entire right eye from the upper eyelid to the forehead was thickly wrapped with gauze, still looked at the sunset in the distance with determination.
"Take good care of your mind and body, and continue to prepare to kill those Germans who want to die tomorrow!"