Chapter 1183 August 2

Malachenko answered whatever the doctor asked, and with no reason to lie, he described his true feelings at the moment.

"The gunshot wound in the abdomen needs to be healed for a while. We have taken out the bullet and cleaned the wound. It is normal to feel pain now. After all, it is not an ordinary wound."

"From today until you are discharged, Comrade Malashenko, I will always be your attending physician. Please call me Igor. I will be responsible for formulating and monitoring your treatment plan throughout the process. Please rest assured to leave it to me. In addition, we have thought about assigning you a companion nurse, but encountered some obstacles. Someone volunteered and ignored the obstacles. Your companion nurse will be here soon."

"If you have any questions or discomfort, please notify me at any time. 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 first."

The big doctor with glasses in front of him said a lot. Malashenko, who had been looking at him, could only blink a few times and nodded, and then expressed his gratitude. This doctor who spoke like a machine gun and spoke at a speed comparable to MG42 did not seem to want to leave himself a chance to interrupt until he left with people.

"I feel that this doctor is always perfunctory. He always comes and leaves immediately, and has never taken good care of the driver.

When the doctor led the people out of the door, Ivushkin, who had been standing by, finally couldn't help but complain immediately, but Kirill, who was also standing by, objected.

"How could it be? Doctor Igor is the best surgeon here. Like Doctor Karachev, he also studied abroad and is a top surgical expert. So many important patients in the hospital are under his care, so he is definitely busy. Don't think wrongly."

Ivushkin stopped talking and neither agreed nor objected. Instead, he once again pulled a chair from the corner of the room and moved it to the side of Malashenko's bed, and sat down directly.

"When we found you that day, driver, you were already seriously injured and lying on the ground."

"The bullet hit your abdomen, and the blood kept flowing. You had fainted at the time. We quickly tore off the clean inner side of our clothes and pressed our hands on the wound to stop the bleeding. Kirill ran to find Karachev. Oh my god, that guy was almost scared to pee his pants by the German shells and bullets. He was definitely the most timid one in our brigade. "

Iushkin learned the skill of awkward conversation from Malashenko, and it has been getting more and more intense, and the student has surpassed the teacher.

Listening to Iushkin's vivid imitation of Karachev's miserable state at that time, Malashenko couldn't help but laugh out loud while sitting on the bed.

"Puhahaha oh oh oh hiss, it hurts"

It doesn't matter if you don't laugh. The sudden laugh made Malashenko feel a strong and piercing pain from the wound under the abdominal bandage. It seems that he laughed 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 panicking, rushed over. Malashenko, who clearly felt the pain was fading, immediately waved his hand.

“No, it’s just a little too funny. Iushkin, if you laugh at Dr. Karachev like this again, be careful that he won’t care about you if you get hurt. He is just a college graduate who returned to his motherland with a patriotic passion, and he is not a serious Red Army like us. You should not laugh at him but respect him, understand?”

Everyone understands the truth. Malashenko said this half-jokingly to mediate the atmosphere. Iushkin, who rubbed his nose with his hand and looked a little embarrassed, spoke up.

“I’m just saying, I have always respected him. After all, he saved so many of our comrades, and I am very grateful to him! If you don’t believe me, ask them, it has always been like this. "

After another round of light laughter, Malashenko leaned back and sat on the pillow, stretched his muscles and bones a little, and then asked again with a somewhat uncertain tone.

"So I fainted from excessive blood loss? Then where are we now?"

"In Moscow, Comrade Carrier."

"Moscow! ?"

Malashenko thought he might be in a relatively safe rear hospital, but he never expected that he was so far away from the front line. How did he get brought from Kursk to Moscow?

"Tell me what happened, Iushkin, weren't we at the Kursk front? In Prokhorovka, how come we are suddenly in Moscow now? "

Seeing Malashenko's face full of disbelief, Ivushkin, who still had a smile on his face, thought for a moment and organized his words before speaking.

"The reinforcements arrived at the last minute. Tanks, planes, and countless infantrymen scattered the three SS divisions outside the village. These bastards who were busy attacking us even forgot to defend and were directly dispersed without holding on for a round. "

"The reinforcements were chasing, and the scattered SS were organizing a retreat. Our brigade and the 9th Guards Airborne Division were also in the village. The scene was too chaotic at the time. I only remember that those Germans were running around like pigs in a broken pigpen. "

"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 not launch another attack after that day An attack."

"Karachev said that your wounds were at risk of infection, you had lost too much blood, and you had several broken ribs. 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. There is no way the frontline can handle 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 made it.”

Iushkin spoke a lot and in detail, enough for Malashenko to understand the whole process of the incident, but there was still one last question that troubled Malashenko's mind and had not yet been solved.

"What day is it today? Iushkin."

"August 2, Comrade Commander, August 2, 1943."