Chapter 1185 Almost Choked to Death

After chatting with Iushkin for a while, Malashenko was finally able to confirm that his group of good brothers did not have any major problems. Although the losses of the troops were considerable, at least Vatutin had come to inspect the specific situation in person. Understand everything that happened.

According to Malashenko's understanding of Vatutin, this chubby comrade commander is not the kind of person who crosses rivers and burns bridges, unloads mills and kills donkeys. He carried the banner under his hands, rolled in the puddles of blood, and forcibly put the troops into such a miserable state. Vatutin had no reason not to give himself priority in replenishing equipment and personnel. He just had to be patient and continue to wait. Just fine.

Moreover, the honorary title of loving father Comrade Stalin is not given in vain. If such a unit does not enjoy the priority right to replenish, Malashenko feels that other units participating in the war may be so poor that they will sell their pants.

After receiving so much information in a short period of time and asking so many questions at once, Malashenko felt a little tired and couldn't help but lean back and lean on the pillows piled up at the head of the bed.

"I don't know how long I will have to wait until I lie down like this. If I continue to lie down like this, I'm afraid that my whole body will become useless. I really hope I can return to the army as soon as possible."

Malashenko's words can be said to be true expressions. Rather than continuing to lie in the hospital, Malashenko hopes to return to his army as soon as possible and return to the tank where he truly belongs.

Except for the place called "home" with Natalia, the tank is the only place where Malashenko can feel at ease. There is nothing on the battlefield that can bring people more peace of mind than a loyal tank. Come for a solid and reliable sense of protection.

However, even if Malashenko does not cherish this rare opportunity to recuperate and just wants to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, there is no doubt that there are indeed people who hope that Malashenko can stay in the hospital for a longer period of time, even if It would be better to stay one more day, because this is one of the few times she can spend peacefully with her beloved comrade, the brigade commander.

When Anya, who rushed into the house at a trot, appeared in front of Malashenko, Malashenko was holding an apple that Kirill had just peeled in his mouth before he could swallow it.

This little girl who followed Malashenko all the way and also experienced a near-death experience and the German army's continuous artillery fire and brutal attacks in the field hospital with the army, finally couldn't help but feel the care, worry, uneasiness, and worry about her loved ones these days. With all kinds of mixed feelings, she put down the work folder in her hand and rushed forward to hug her lover.

"Hehe-hehe-"

Malashenko, who was thrown into Anya's arms, did not touch the wound, and there was no pain. However, Anya swooped over without any warning, which caused another unexpected trouble: Malashenko was hit by that piece of meat. The apple, which was as big as half a cigarette box, was stuck at the top of my throat and I couldn't swallow it or spit it out. I hurriedly pointed to my throat and pointed to my brother aside while making a weird sound in my mouth. A few signs.

"Oh oh oh, Comrade Anya, Comrade Anya! Please let go first. Comrade Commander is choking. The apple is stuck. Let him spit it out first!"

"Open Comrade Commander's mouth, Kirill! I'll reach out and pick it out. I can see it, right at the throat and the base of the tongue!"

"Iushkin, why are you causing trouble? There are professional nurses here, ask Comrade Anya to come, you just stay there!"

It didn't matter that Malashenko was fine. Now that the apple chunk had stuck in his throat, the room immediately became like a cockfighting cage in a vegetable market.

Iushkin, who had bad ideas, was pushed aside by Seryosha. Kirill, who was getting angry, asked Anya, his professional counterpart, what to do. Anya, who knew that she was too impatient, was in a short period of time. After the panic, he quickly calmed down and asked Kirill to help him hold Malashenko's back, hold his head with his hand, find a hemostat and prepare to remove the foreign object.

But no matter how busy and what other people in the room were doing, it was our Comrade Ma who felt the most aggrieved and uncomfortable with the apple chunk stuck in his throat. His hands were fluttering wildly, and his mouth kept "gurgling". He couldn't speak, but he was just anxious. The noisy ward was really no better than the vegetable market in the early morning of Tianchao.

"Ha, cough, cough, puff, I'm suffocated to death! Huhu, I feel like I almost died, haha."

As one of the nurses who is always in front of the surgical operating table in the field hospital, Anya's professional level is naturally beyond words.

This sneaky hemostatic forceps technique is extremely precise. Not only can it save lives and heal the wounded and assist in operations during wartime, but also in special circumstances like this, it can also quickly pinch apple chunks out of the throat of one's lover. Although it was Anya's fault that the apple block got stuck.

Anya, who knew she had done something wrong, seemed a little scared, but she was reluctant to leave the man she had longed for so quickly.

The final situation was that Anya, who looked like a child who had done something wrong, was sitting beside the bed, keeping a certain distance from Malashenko. She was unwilling to go further away, but she didn't dare to come closer, and kept timidly. Looking at Malashenko secretly, I don't know what will happen next.

To be honest, when the apple was stuck in his throat, Malashenko was really angry at the beginning. This little girl really had too much control over her own temper and did whatever she wanted.

But Malashenko, who was now safe and sound, saw Anya's pitiful appearance again. His heart, which was still a little angry, was instantly drenched from head to toe, and he completely lost his temper.

I rarely get angry with those rough men, let alone a little girl who loves me deeply. With a faint smile, Malashenko just shook his head and stretched out his right arm to Anya, with his palm facing up.

"Put your hand up."

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Anya, with a red face, knew that there were several of Malashenko's good brothers in the room, although those people pretended not to see it at the moment, and even took out the small notebooks and books they carried with them and read them seriously.

However, Anya, who knew that this was deliberately done for her, was still a little slow in responding to Malashenko's sudden request, and put her right hand up a little bit with a little uneasiness.

The moment he felt the warmth within his palm, Malashenko closed his big hand without hesitation, pulled Anya into his arms, and pulled her directly into his arms.

The little girl's face was immediately red in Malashenko's arms like an apple just picked out of the water in full view of everyone.

Another thing worth pointing out and paying attention to is that Iushkin's eyes were wide open. He pretended to hold up a small book as a cover, but his eyes were always focused on Malashenko.