Chapter 792 Doctor

The Germans retreated.

This extremely short but fast-paced and efficient counter-assault ended with the final victory of the Soviet army, but for Malashenko, who was both the regiment commander and the tank commander, the worries were far from over.

"Kirill! Look at me, hey, look at me, Kirill! Keep breathing, stay awake! Don't faint! Don't close your eyes! Hey, hey!"

After loading the 24th round, Kirill, who was already dizzy and out of breath, finally fell at his post, hugging the breech block in front of him like a disabled person who had lost his crutches and was about to collapse to the ground.

Fortunately, the Germans were the first to retreat after the 24th round was fired. After dealing with the most troublesome and urgent task at hand, Malashenko finally took a little time to look after Kirill's situation.

Kirill, who had been lifted out of the car by Malashenko and Iushkin, lay flat on the ground. Although his chest was still rising and falling, he was obviously unconscious due to insufficient blood oxygen supply caused by difficulty breathing.

Iushkin, who was in a hurry, ran to the tank to get a water bottle, thinking that Kirill's suffocating state would be improved by just taking a few sips of water.

Malashenko, who was standing beside Kirill in a half-squatting position, kept slapping Kirill's face, more and more vigorously each time, fearing that Kirill, who was unable to breathe, would faint.

Seeing that Kirill was still having difficulty breathing while lying flat, Seryosha, who was standing by with a try-it attitude, immediately helped Kirill to his arms and half-sit.

Iushkin, who stumbled over with a water bottle in his hand, handed the water bottle to Kirill. Perhaps Kirill, who was really thirsty, stretched out his hand and trembled to take the water bottle.

Seeing this, Malashenko snatched the kettle from Iushkin without saying a word, unscrewed the spout and handed it directly to Kirill's mouth.

Gulp——

Gulp——

Tontonton——

Compared to the breath-suffocating look, Kirill, who was drinking water in big gulps, looked no different from his usual state and seemed very normal. He was obviously thirsty as he was holding the kettle and drinking it down directly.

"Drink slowly! Be careful not to choke, pay attention to breathing, keep breathing! Kirill!"

It is not known whether the kettle of water really worked or Kirill simply relied on his strong will to resist.

In short, when Kirill drank the full kettle of water directly with his head tilted up and drank it all upside down without leaving a drop, his life, which seemed to be in danger just now, has now returned to normal.

"Okay, I'm much better, comrade commander, I'm fine, I'm fine"

At least on the surface, Kirill did not lie.

Although his breathing was still a bit hasty, it was much better than the moment when he couldn't even breathe. Even his face, which was a little purple due to suffocation, had basically returned to normal and was much rosier.

"You almost scared everyone in the car to death, Kirill! What happened? How did you suddenly become like that? You were fine before."

Iushkin only knew that Kirill's lungs had some problems left by the last gunshot wound, but he never knew that the situation would be so serious. Kirill's almost suffocating state just now really scared Iushkin, who was quite honest.

"I'm fine, I just couldn't breathe suddenly at that moment. Maybe my tongue blocked my throat. Who knows?"

Kirill was still holding on at this time, but Karachev, a professional who had heard the news, didn't think so.

"Do you need his advice, Kirill? Lie down and be examined now. This is an order."

If it weren't for the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War, Kirill, who had just graduated from school, might still be a good boy who listened to his mother.

But in the army, in this steel tank, he had to obey the orders of the commander before listening to his mother, and this was the case at all times.

Malachenko was picked up by Karamov, and Karachev, who came out of the air-raid shelter, was panicked when he couldn't see the commander.

When he went to the regiment headquarters to report Malachenko's situation a few days ago, Karachev, who was not too bad at directions, at least memorized the basic route to the regiment headquarters.

Although it is unknown what kind of courage supported the obviously timid Karachev to walk to the regiment headquarters despite the fierce air battles above his head, but in general, he came in time, just when Malachenko needed him the most.

Karachev brought a lot of treasures with him from the United States. In addition to a small suitcase full of cigarettes, there are also some basic American-made medical equipment and tools, such as the stethoscope that he is holding in his hand at this moment to listen to Kirill's chest sound.

He held the stethoscope in one hand and put the other hand to his mouth to make a gesture of asking for silence.

Malashenko, who understood Karachev's meaning, immediately waved his hand to signal the people around him to be quiet. The quiet atmosphere was only broken when Karachev took the initiative to take off the stethoscope from his ear.

"How is it? How is the situation?"

Malashenko was the first to speak and seemed quite impatient to ask first.

"The respiratory rate is obviously higher than the normal level, and the lung sounds are noisy and intermittent."

"But overall, Kirill's performance is better than I expected. When I was in college, I had clinical contact with an old soldier who survived after a bullet pierced his lung. His condition was much more serious than Kirill's, but he still managed to survive."

"Kirill's performance is somewhat similar to that of the old soldier, but his breathing rhythm recovered much faster, so I guess it shouldn't be a big problem! After all, the old soldier was almost 50 years old at the time, and Kirill was much younger than him. There is no reason for his physical recovery to be worse."

Malachenko is not a professional medical graduate, and he doesn't even know anything about medicine. He can only turn to Karachev, a professional, for help on issues related to Kirill's life and safety, but the "possible" answer given by the other party has never made Malachenko feel at ease.

"Why are you always saying it's possible at this time? Karachev, if you do this a few more times, Kirill might even die, do you know that?"

Malachenko's tone was a little irritable, but Karachev's tone was not much better after he followed up.

Whenever it comes to matters of life and death or issues related to his own work, Karachev always maintains a meticulous and serious attitude and never takes things lightly.