Chapter 2160 Where Is Your Dean?

Chapter 2165 Where is your dean?

"Over here! Carry the seriously injured here. Tables 3 and 4 will be free soon. Prepare for surgery immediately. Hurry!"

"Plasma, go get some plasma! There is not enough here. Sharapova, go quickly."

"Another batch of wounded has arrived, still from the 267th Division. Are there any vacancies on the operating table? ”

If you want to describe what Malashenko felt when he arrived at the field hospital, it can only be described as "chaotic, fucking chaotic, it's a mess".

But don't get me wrong, this kind of chaos is just the kind of chaos with people crowded together, noisy and very noisy. It belongs to the kind of chaos in order, and it can't be confused with the kind of chaos like a headless fly. These are two completely different things.

Wearing an ordinary and wrinkled tank soldier's combat uniform, holding a black tank cap taken off his head in his hand. Malashenko's dress is really hard to attract people's attention. In the crowd, looking from a distance, he is just an ordinary soldier who won't make people want to take a second look. Only those who recognize the division commander at a glance will behave differently.

"Hello, division commander."

"Welcome to the inspection, division commander. "

"Yeah"

Everyone in the field hospital was busy with their own work, and they only hurriedly passed by Malashenko's salute and greeting for a second or two. Malashenko also returned all the salutes without exception, and soon waited for the person who came to receive him.

"Comrade division commander, you are here, I'm sorry, we are too busy now, and you have been waiting here for a long time."

The man was a middle-aged man over 40 years old, and Malashenko was quite familiar with him. He was Karachev's deputy and the second-in-command of the field hospital, the deputy director.

"It doesn't matter. The leader's division does not engage in formalism and bureaucracy. I am also a soldier on the battlefield. Just treat me like an ordinary soldier, no need to make special arrangements. ”

Others might say this in a false and empty way, or even shout slogans, and might even be criticized for being hypocritical and pretentious.

But it’s different when Malashenko says this. Anyone who leads a division knows that the division commander can really “walk the talk”. Not putting on airs has always been one of the greatest characteristics of the division commander. It has always been like this.

However, Malashenko did not come here specifically for instructions and guidance. This is indeed one of the duties and responsibilities of division-level leaders, but it is not the right time to do it now. Malashenko has more important things to do.

"Where is your dean? Where are Karachev and others?"

"Oh, the dean is performing an operation. He has been in for a while. It should be almost over. Do you want me to inform you? "

In fact, just by looking at the deputy director's hands wearing a pair of bloody gloves, you can know that the current situation of the field hospital is that the director takes the lead in charging, and all medical staff, whether you are the director or the deputy director, take up their weapons. If the director goes and you don't, are you more powerful than the director? This is the role of positive leadership.

"No need, life is at stake, saving lives is important, I will inspect the wounded first, and tell him to come to me after he gets off the operating table. Oh, by the way, there is one more thing"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, and Comrade Lao Ma, who was speaking fluently just now, suddenly became a little awkward, as if he didn't know how to start for a while, and really looked at the deputy director, who had never seen the calm and composed division commander, turn into this state in front of him.

Although it is a bit difficult to say, to be honest, it is not the kind of thing that can't be said at all. After thinking for a while and organizing his words, Malashenko quickly spoke again.

"Is Anya busy now? I want to see her. ”

“”

When the deputy director heard this, he blinked twice and was a little confused.

How could the deputy director be an ordinary person? Moreover, it was a field hospital, a place where military love stories were easy to happen. The deputy director, who came to his senses, quickly showed an expression that all male compatriots understood, and then smiled and spoke.

“Comrade An Ya is operating with the dean. The patient is seriously injured. He has burns, internal injuries, severe blood loss, internal bleeding, fractures and gunshot wounds. It couldn’t be worse. It was a miracle that he was still conscious when he was sent here. The dean specifically selected the most capable forces to lead the operation. This is the situation, comrade division commander. ”

“”

It was not really a surprise. Malashenko had guessed on the way here that Anya might be busy. It would be difficult to see Anya on call, so Malashenko's expression did not seem so surprised after hearing this.

However, the situation described by the deputy dean did arouse Malashenko's interest. Malashenko, who could probably guess who the wounded was, spoke again.

“Is the wounded from the 267th Division? An artillery lieutenant?”

“Yes, Lieutenant Damir Islamov. This name is written on his ID. How come you know him, comrade division commander?”

“”

It was indeed the first time that Malashenko heard this name, but the key point of “a seriously injured artillery lieutenant of the 267th Infantry Division” was enough to confirm his identity. After all, it is rare to find a combat hero who can survive with such injuries, not to mention that he had just delivered the man on a stretcher himself.

"No other requirements, we must save him. He led the entire anti-tank artillery group to confront the Fassi tank group head-on, and in the end only he survived, and the rest all died. At least let him survive on behalf of their heroic artillery group, and give him the best postoperative recovery resources. I will come to the hospital to learn about his situation."

We try to save every comrade, but sometimes we can't save everyone.

After saying goodbye to the vice president, Malashenko was still savoring the words of the military doctor of the 267th Division just now. Combined with the situation in front of him, he seemed to be able to taste a different taste.

If it weren't for me, would the artillery lieutenant survive?

Will he create a miracle with his tenacious willpower? Or will he die while waiting for the operating bed?

Malashenko doesn't know the final answer to this question, but based on the principle of saving one person, and the photo of the little girl that Lieutenant Damir still tightly grasped in his bloody hand until he was lifted onto the stretcher, Malashenko can be sure that everything he has done must be worth it.

Heroes should always have the right to live, and sacrifice is not the only thing left for them.

"I hope you can survive and win the final victory just like the battle you are fighting at your post."