According to Sokov's idea, at most one or two days, he would receive the order to return to the front line. However, after two or three days, he still did not receive any notice.
There was no phone number in Sokov's new house, so he could only go to a nearby hospital, find a phone number, and try to find out the situation from Yakov. Who knew that after the person who answered the phone heard that the person he was looking for was Yakov, after recording his name and military rank, he said politely: "Major, Captain Yakov went out to perform a mission. When he came back, I will tell him what you asked for."
After hearing the other party say this, Sokov knew that it would be almost impossible to find Yakov in the short term. But he still thanked the other party and then put down the phone.
Sokov sat alone on the bench in the hospital corridor, looking at the doctors, nurses and patients returning and turning, thinking in his heart: "I can't go back to the front line without the orders of my superiors. What should I do?"
"Gay Major," perhaps because he saw Sokov sitting on the bench in a daze for too long, a female doctor in a white coat came over and asked politely, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Sokov raised his head and saw clearly a young female doctor in a white coat standing in front of him, and said in a panic: "No need, comrade doctor, I'm just sitting here thinking about things." As he said that, he stood up and added apologetically, "If I'm hindering your work here, I'll leave now."
"No, Major." The female doctor waved her hand at him, grinned, revealing eight neat teeth, and said to him: "You did not interfere with our work at all. I just saw you sitting here and sighing, thinking that something was wrong, so I came over and asked."
She might have seen Sokov feel at a loss and emphasized specifically: "Comrade Major, as long as you want, you can continue to sit here, and no one will drive you away."
The female doctor's words gradually stabilized Sokov's mood. He looked at the young and beautiful female doctor and asked politely: "Comrade Doctor, I don't know what to call you?"
"My name is Tonya." The female doctor smiled sweetly at Sokov and asked back, "Comrade Major, don't know what I should call you?"
"Tonya, this name sounds really good. If I remember correctly, Paul Kochakin's first love girlfriend, just call him Tonya." After praising the good name of the female doctor, Sokov said his name again: "My name is Mikhail, and his surname is Sokov. You can call me Mikhail or Sokov."
"Misha," Unexpectedly, Donia called Sokov's nickname directly: "Unexpectedly, you have also read Ostrovsky's "How Iron Is Made"?"
"Yes, I've seen it." Sokov nodded and said with some flaunts: "There are also Gorky's "In the World", "Mother", "My University", Tolstoy's "War and Peace", and Turglev's book..." Sokov, who used to love Soviet literature, finally found a place to use it. He said the titles of forty or fifty books in one breath, which surprised Tonya.
Perhaps Donia didn't have to work for the time being, so she stood here and chatted with Sokov about Soviet literature casually. I don't know how long she had been talking, but when she accidentally looked up and saw the clock on the wall, she couldn't help but exclaim: "My God, we have been chatting for almost an hour."
Sokov also looked up at the clock on the wall and found that it was already twelve o'clock. He smiled at Tonia and asked, "Tonia, it's already noon. If you don't mind, I want to invite you to have something outside. I happen to know that there is a good cafe nearby."
Chapter completed!