Chapter 2710 Accidents Happen One After Another

"Hello, Comrade Commander, welcome to the field hospital to inspect the work.

""

There are not many people who can make Malashenko feel speechless, and the person in front of him is definitely one of them in this situation.

Especially after the words that sounded like official language, Malashenko felt even more at a loss for words.

He was holding it in for a long time, and he had considered everything he could think of.

Malashenko, who felt his brain cells were burning, racked his brains with all his heart, but in the end he just spit out a reply that he felt was meaningless.

"Long time no see, Anya. How are you doing recently? How is work? "

Are you ashamed?

Indeed, I am ashamed.

As soon as he said this, Malashenko, who heard what he said, wanted to slap himself twice.

Malashenko almost forgot when he last met Anya. As for the last time they were alone and not in a public place, he didn't know when it was.

Poor Anya, such a good girl, is infatuated. She knows that our commander is a busy man with a lot of work to do.

So she never took the initiative to disturb him, and didn't do it like most girls of this age. They were just like her daily love-seeking and spoiled child, but she just watched from afar as she said, as long as she could see the figure of the man she loved deeply within her sight, that was enough.

And what about Comrade Lao Ma?

He was really a scumbag.

Recalling his recent memories, Malashenko was surprised to find that the last time he thought about Anya was in his dream last month. And it was during the day when he was chatting with Comrade Political Commissar, and they mentioned Anya and talked about her. He thought about it during the day and dreamed about it at night, so he did so much. A "remembered in a dream".

Awkward, really embarrassing!

If Malashenko was the kind of person who habitually escaped, he would probably want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into right now, but unfortunately Malashenko is not.

But this situation of "wolves in front and tigers behind" is really not good.

Behind him is the little girl who was finally appeased, and in front of him is his confidante whom he has to admit.

I want to make up for the mistakes of the past period of time, say something to Anya, explain something.

But there are people coming and going, there are ears behind me, and there are stretcher teams carrying wounded people on the side. However, it is not appropriate to do it in a public place where the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood.

Anya held the tray full of bloody medical instruments in her hand without saying a word, but she did not leave. She even avoided Malashenko's gaze and dared not look directly into her lover's eyes. She was wearing a nurse's uniform, a white mask and a white hat, covering her whole body in white. Only her eyes were exposed but not facing Malashenko.

"I am fine. Every day is busy, fulfilling and meaningful. How about you who spend every day in hope like this? ”

It was not only Malashenko who felt embarrassed, Anya was in a similar situation.

Women can be slow to react to many things, but they are surprisingly sharp when it comes to fighting among the same kind, at least in most cases.

Although she could not understand what the man she loved was saying to this beautiful woman in "strange clothes" in an incomprehensible language.

But the woman's appearance and the "vivid and intense" facial expressions she showed still made Anya feel uneasy.

All kinds of fears and worries surged into her heart, and all of them turned over her mind like a flood of carp. "My heart was a mess, and my mind was blank" was the most realistic portrayal of Anya at this moment.

That is, when everyone didn't know what to do next, the accident that broke the deadlock basically came on time and arrived just in time.

"Anya! Are the hemostat and scalpel ready? Operating table number three is ready, hurry up! ”

There were not many Red Army soldiers who could come out of Stalingrad alive, and even fewer medical staff who could come out of this "purgatory city".

As one of them, Anya won the praise of many leading doctors, including Karachev, for her professionalism, seriousness, strong stress resistance and meticulous fighting attitude.

"For important and critical operations, no matter who is the surgeon, as long as conditions permit, Anya will be called. I also hope that Anya can be by my side when I am the surgeon. Her understanding and judgment of the surgical process are even no less than that of skilled surgeons. ”

"Often, before I have put down the tools and have no time to speak, she has already handed the things to me, knowing what to do next. It is not 100% accurate, but at least more than 98%. Don't underestimate the time saved. In an operation, the two or three seconds of dozens or hundreds of tiny movements are accumulated, which is enough to save lives from the hands of death. This is no joke. "

When recalling what Karachev had said to her privately before, Anya, who was busy with work and had her own "battle" to participate in, had no time to deal with her personal affairs.

Not knowing how to start, she nodded to Malashenko to say goodbye, and Anya, holding the tray in her hand, walked quickly to the equipment room not far away.

Malashenko, who had been passed by Anya, also knew that he could not play dumb any longer. Under the dual motivation of responsibility and courage, he turned around and spoke quietly in just a blink of an eye.

"I will definitely find time to come and see you again soon, Anya, I promise this time."

""

It is obvious that Anya's pace of leaving quickly paused, and even her back in white clothes trembled slightly.

After a short time passed, only a soft voice without looking back echoed in Malashenko's ears.

"I'll wait for you."

Looking at Anya's hurried back as she dived into the equipment room and disappeared, Malashenko, who was full of mixed feelings, did not decisively fall into the vortex of thoughts. The responsibility on his shoulders and the precious time that could not be squeezed out any more reminded Malashenko to do what he should do.

"Let's go, there's nothing to stay here, sorry to keep you waiting."

Malashenko, who didn't want to explain too much to Jill, continued to move forward. His right hand had touched the white door curtain of the ward and was about to push the door open. Unexpectedly, Jill, who had been silent from just now until now, suddenly spoke again at this time.

"The girl just now loves you very much. Her eyes are really beautiful."

""

Malachenko, whose hand had already touched the door handle, was not surprised by Jill's words. Or rather, the fact that this little girl could say that was the best result that Comrade Ma could expect.

"Thank you."

Without hesitation or words, he just pushed the door open and walked in.