Chapter 2734 The Moment of Death

"Hemostats!"

“Anya, prepare to suture the wound, this part is almost finished.

"Change the basin. This basin is full of blood. Pay attention to the remaining plasma!"

Karachev in front of the operating table, just like most of the time in the past, was already sweating profusely with concentration at this moment, and his nerves were as tense as a fuse hung on a string.

Bang——

There was a crisp falling sound as it fell into the tray, and the sound of metal colliding with metal lingered in the operating room.

This is the sixth bullet that Karachev has personally taken out from the body of this young American on the operating table.

Even in all the field surgeries so far, Kalachev has never encountered a situation where six bullets have been removed from the wounded in a row and he had to continue working to save others.

The tenacity of life is clearly demonstrated at this moment. Even if he is seriously injured and bleeding, the bullets he takes out are like popcorn spitting out of a vending machine.

But the body on the operating table, this young man from the United States, still did not lose vital signs and was still holding on bravely and tenaciously.

The wounded had become so strong that Karachev, as a doctor, asked himself that he had no reason to give up. No matter what, he had to persist until the last moment of fighting with death.

But just when Kalachev's scalpel was reaching for the seventh bullet wound, an unexpected and even shocking scene suddenly happened.

"Drink - ah -"

"Wow!!!"

A young nurse, who had the shortest experience and knowledge among all the people in white in front of the operating table, was the first to be startled by this sudden scene and screamed uncontrollably. The tray used to hold the blood-stained instruments in his hand suddenly fell from his hand and scattered on the floor with a series of metal crackling sounds.

You want to ask why?

Just look at the operating table.

The wound was still open and had not yet been completely sutured. The unstoppable blood loss was dripping down the operating table, and the wounded man, who was bleeding while receiving blood transfusion, woke up during the operation without any warning and grandly. In front of all the medical staff who treated him, on this operating table.

"What's going on? Didn't you give enough anesthesia?"

There are cases where the injured suddenly wake up on the operating table, but it is very rare. The probability is about the same as buying a lottery ticket. Kalachev has encountered only single digits of such situations since he started clinical practice with his mentor in school.

Karachev, who mistakenly thought that the amount of anesthesia was not enough, was about to call Anya, who was also able to remain calm, to help him, and quickly took remedial measures to prevent the situation from continuing like this.

However, what Kalachev never expected was that the person who suddenly woke up on the operating table could actually burst out with incredible strong willpower. God knows how much pain he could endure and still keep his nerves awake. Then he used all his strength to slowly raise his left hand that he had been holding, and spoke to Karachev who was very close in front of him.

"Doctor, please get this to Major Kovanov, the man who got me here, please."

Kalachev didn't know what obsession the young man in front of him had or what was important, but his bounden duty as a doctor could not allow him to sit idly by and ignore the situation before him.

"Shut your mouth, don't talk. Stay calm and don't give up, and you will survive."

Looking at the doctor in front of him in white clothes, white hat and white mask, with only a pair of eyes still exposed, he was hurriedly arranging the equipment and at the same time speaking fluent English to encourage himself without looking back. David, who looked struggling, suddenly smiled, calmly and calmly.

"Thank you, doctor, but I can't hold on any longer."

"Please give it to Major Kovanov. This is my last wish. Please help me. He is the only person I can rely on. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely repay him. I will definitely. I"

""

Wordless silence replaced all the noise of the previous second, and everything subsided at this moment in the next second.

David suddenly woke up during the operation and struggled to leave his last words and passed away.

The only thing he did at the last moment of his life was to pass the thing he was holding tightly in his left hand to the Soviet Red Army major whom he had known for a short time. When she was not sure yet, but it was her only choice, she asked him to help her fulfill her last wish.

""

A fresh life passed away in his own hands again, and the evidence that once existed in this world was lying quietly on the operating table in front of him, on his own battlefield.

All efforts were in vain at this moment, and hope was ruthlessly extinguished like a candle, leaving only a wisp of smoke floating in the air.

Karachev, who understood what was happening before him, stopped his hurried movements and stood in front of the operating table in silence for a moment, as if he was thinking about something or playing with something in his heart.

At the end of the day, Kalachev chose to take the initiative to stretch out his hands. Under the gaze of the comrades fighting side by side, he gently exerted force and took out the last wish that needed to be handed over from his left hand that had not yet become rigid, stained with blood. .

"I don't know, Comrade Commander, I don't know what I should do. This is the first time I have encountered such a thing. I hope to seek help from you."

"I'm not sure whether I should give it directly to Major Kovanov. I think there may be something I don't know or understand. I'm just a doctor who treats and saves lives. I don't know anything about military and political matters. I understand the special identity of David, and I also know that his last wish under such strong obsession may not be simple, so I..."

Kalachev, who couldn't say anything more, stopped talking. Then he put the thing he had kept in his pocket since he got it, and didn't know what it was, and put it in front of Malashenko on the desk.

It was a ball of paper, a ball of crumpled letter paper stained with dried blood, or in other words, it looked more like a note or a small piece of paper in size.

""

Malashenko didn't say anything directly, but just quietly reached out his hand after listening to Karachev's narration. He picked up the ball of paper on the table in front of him, and gently opened and stretched it out little by little until its complete content was presented in his hand.

"Did he say anything else? Just this piece of paper?"