Compared to Karachev covering his nose and Malashenko frowning, Anya and Egor standing next to the two big men looked much better.
At least Anya didn't cover her nose yet, but Yegor looked more like he was used to the smell here and his face was unremarkable. Just like the Warcraft youth who had been in the Internet cafe for a whole month in later generations, he got out of the Internet cafe.
I went out to the canteen at the door and carried a box of Kang Shuaifu instant noodles. After less than five minutes, I went back to the Internet cafe and continued to fight. Everything was so ordinary and ordinary.
"Okay, let's start working, Yegor, where is your mother?"
The little boy pointed to a corner of the air-raid shelter hall. It was about twenty or thirty meters away from where Malashenko was currently. It was not too far away. Malashenko could see it after looking across dozens of people.
A woman who looked quite weak was leaning against the corner, looking in bad condition and motionless.
After giving directions, Yegor was still the first one to run towards his mother. His dexterous steps as he walked between people who were raising their feet appeared to be extremely experienced.
On the contrary, Malashenko and his three people who were following Yegor seemed relatively unfamiliar.
With one foot sticking out, it was either a human head or a human body, and it was difficult to even find a place to stay. Malashenko, who estimated that the density of people here could reach 1.5 people per square meter, could not help but shake his head and sigh.
"This damn war..."
When Malashenko and the three of them, who were walking like acrobats, arrived at their destination, little Yegor was already nestling next to his mother and began to speak words of comfort.
"Mom, can you hear me? Mom."
The weak woman, wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the wall, moved her body slightly.
"Egor, is it you? My little Yegor."
"It's me, mom! I found the great hero that everyone is talking about! It's the leader of the regiment, Malashenko. He has brought a doctor and a nurse to treat you. You will definitely get better."
The mother hugged her child's little head for fear of losing her child again. The child who was supposed to be protected by mother's love was turned upside down and became the person who comforted the mother.
Such a sharp and huge uncomfortable contrast once again touched the softest part of Malashenko's heart.
"...Go ahead, Karachev, do what you have to do, and Anya will help him."
"Okay, comrade leader, let's begin."
Kalachev took off the portable medical kit on his shoulder and began to take out the tools and medicines with Anya's assistance to start his own work.
On the side, Yegor's mother, whose eyesight was obviously severely defective and could barely see clearly, seemed a little panicked. She really didn't expect that the Red Army tank hero everyone was talking about would personally bring people to see a doctor for her.
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"Comrade Malashenko... Comrade, I... really caused you trouble! My child is not sensible and ran out and disappeared when I couldn't see clearly. I...
.I really don’t know what to say. Thank you, thank you so much.”
"I don't know what to say." This is not only the true state of mind of Yegor's mother at this moment, but also the only way of expression that Malashenko can think of, who only has mixed feelings in his heart.
Kalachev, who has extremely high medical attainments, is proficient in surgery, and knows a lot about internal medicine, is a rare talent. Keeping him can be said to be one of Malashenko's biggest gains in Stalingrad, if not the same.
Anya's words came for free.
Karachev, who helped Malashenko a lot, played no worse role than Karamov with a similar name. One of the two men was Malashenko's "physician", and the other was an equally important "physician".
There are more and more situations that make Malashenko feel that this Karachev is more than just "doing things smoothly".
On the battlefield, if there is a top medical student from the United States who can handle all the troubles for him, he will be able to solve a lot of troubles.
"Okay, now relax, ma'am, breathe slowly, yes, that's it..."
The first thing Karachev, who had already begun to operate, checked was the patient's eyes. Whether it was from the actual performance after contact with the eyes or from the child's previous description, eye problems should be the biggest pathological symptom. There is no one.
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Malashenko is a real expert in how to physically conquer Germany, but when it comes to medicine, he is completely blind: he is completely blind.
Watching Karachev holding a flashlight in his hand and looking at the patient's eyelids, he was performing meticulous operations. Anya, who was squatting aside, was also holding various medical tools on standby, ready to hand them over at any time, and was just standing aside to watch the show.
On the contrary, Malashenko felt that he was a bit redundant...
"It's a weird feeling... But why the hell do I feel weird? This is so fucking weird..."
Malashenko, who was looking at the tacit cooperation between Kalachev and Anya, just started to murmur. After a facial examination and simple questioning, Kalachev, who had roughly diagnosed the condition, finally turned off the flashlight in his hand.
"Fortunately, it's a condition that's easy to deal with. It's not a big problem. Comrade Leader, he has night blindness."
Night blindness is a special disease that mostly occurs in soldiers during wartime. Generally speaking, it is not seen in civilians. At night or in dimly lit places, you can't see your hands and fingers, even under strong light.
It is no different than looking at a candle, and is the most common symptom of this particular disease.
The causes of this disease are both congenital and acquired, but generally speaking, in wartime situations it is definitely acquired, and most of the time it is caused by food malnutrition.
Of course, as Kalachev said, it is not difficult to cure this disease, as long as the food is properly prepared and nutrition is supplemented.
However, this is precisely what is most difficult to achieve in Stalingrad right now.
Karachev, who put away the tools at hand, stood up, came to Malashenko's side, and began to report to Malashenko the condition he had detected.
"The patient is very deficient in vitamin A. Do you know what vitamin A is? Comrade leader."
Malashenko had a dark look on his face when he heard this. He was obviously dissatisfied with being treated as a fool, but after thinking about it, Malashenko felt inconvenient and finally nodded.
"Okay, since you know, I don't have to explain it. The problem now is that the disease can be cured by just supplementing enough vitamin A in daily food, but the current situation in Stalingrad is estimated to be difficult to do. Animal internal organs,
Dairy products, eggs, and fruits are all extremely scarce foods. Even soldiers cannot eat these things, let alone ordinary civilians."
"Although the condition is not very serious now, it is only in the early stages. But if it continues like this, the cornea may soon dry up and shrink until complete blindness. Do you have any good solutions? Comrade leader."