In the night, Habibullah's tone became particularly panicked.
"Ayana has been crying since grandpa returned from injury yesterday."
Multaza spoke very quickly, "This evening, it seemed that she was about to give birth, but she could not give birth. She said that she was having a difficult labor and needed Teacher Malalai's help."
Almost subconsciously, Habibullah looked at Wei Ran and Kirill who were walking in the front. Then, he looked at Hakim.
"I expected this"
Hakim sighed, took off the submachine pistol that belonged to Ruslan, pulled out the magazine and checked it before handing it to Habibullah, "Take them to rescue Ayana."
After saying that, Hakim switched to Russian and said to Weiran and Kirill, "You follow him to rescue people, your companions will stay as hostages, I hope you will consider not doing anything dangerous for the lives of your companions.
"
"No problem," Kirill agreed happily, "but I have only performed two childbirth surgeries, so I can only promise that I will try my best."
After saying that, Kirill looked at Weiran, "What about you?"
"many times"
Wei Ran answered that in Beirut, he had performed many childbirth surgeries with Edelweiss, and that was the experience he least wanted to recall.
"Go quickly"
Hakim said, having already freed up a donkey, and then asked Multaza to give the donkey to them.
"What do you do?" Habibullah asked.
"I'm carrying Malalai on my back. If I walk slowly, I'll make it there." Hakim said, "And I have Multaza and Qiaoya helping me."
Gritting his teeth, Habibullah asked Wei Ran and Kirill to ride on the donkey, and he himself also rode on a donkey.
After the three donkeys started running again, Wei Ran and Kirill were still at the front, and Habibullah, who was holding a weapon, was at the back.
"Are we going to run?" Kirill asked in a low voice.
"Can you outrun a bullet?" Wei Ran asked back. It was dark at this time. If he really wanted to run, there was a certain possibility of successfully escaping, but if he failed, the price would be too high.
On the other hand, this return mission also left him with no way to escape.
"I'm not planning to run"
Kirill whispered, "It's not just because of Ruslan, I am a doctor after all."
"You just said you had performed two childbirth surgeries?" Wei Ran asked, changing the subject.
"Last year," Kirill said, "it was two Afghan women."
"Did you survive?" Wei Ran asked after a moment of silence.
"They survived, probably." Kirill said uncertainly, "I've never seen them again, what about you?"
"Beirut, 6 years ago." Wei Ran replied after being silent for a long time.
Hearing this, Kirill also fell into silence, and asked after a moment, "That massacre?"
"Yes" Wei Ran gave a short answer in a hoarse voice.
"I can't believe you survived that hellish place," Kirill murmured.
"Yeah." In the darkness, a sad smile appeared on Wei Ran's face, "I didn't expect that either."
Perhaps because the topic was too heavy, the two people who had no intention of escaping fell silent one after another. Under the command of Habibullah behind them, they urged the donkey to run through the mountains.
After climbing over one mountain after another and passing through one valley after another, Wei Ran finally saw the hidden cave again.
"dad!"
Far away, Habibullah started shouting, "I brought a doctor! Is my sister okay?!"
"Habibullah?"
Mahbubu limped to the entrance of the cave and shone a flashlight, causing Wei Ran and Kirill, who were enveloped in the beam, to squint their eyes.
But then his tone turned gloomy, "They are the Soviets?!"
"They are the Soviets we captured. Both of them are military doctors."
Habibullah said, "We shot down two Soviet helicopters."
"Is Abdul still alive?" Mahbub asked after a brief moment of silence.
"He's dead"
Habibullah paused and said, "Dad, let them save my sister. Only they can save Ayana now."
"My daughter had a difficult delivery"
After a brief silence, Mahbub asked in Russian, "Are you willing to save her?"
"If you are willing to treat us as doctors instead of prisoners of war, of course we are willing to save her." Kirill replied seriously.
"What about you?" Mahbubu looked at Wei Ran again.
"If you delay for one more second, your daughter and the child in her belly will be in greater danger."
Wei Ran got off the donkey and said while taking off the medical bag hanging on the donkey, "We need hot water, lighting, and a clean enough environment. In addition."
Having said this, Wei Ran turned to look at Habibullah behind him, "We also need a watch. This is not a condition, but a necessary thing to save people."
"Come in"
Mahbub sighed and limped out of the hole. At the same time, Habibullah hastily took off the watch that once belonged to Ruslan from his wrist and handed it over.
He took the watch and handed it to Kirill, who picked up the plasma bag and walked inside and said, "You should be lucky that we have enough plasma. There is a high probability that your daughter's life will not be in danger."
Before they finished speaking, the two ignored the guns in Habibullah and Mahbub's hands and quickly walked into the cave with their bags in hand.
Although he had been here before and rested here for a night, the sanitary conditions here still made Wei Ran, who was prepared, frown.
However, this was not the time to find fault. The two of them looked at each other, took off their slightly bulky Afhanka uniforms, and directed Mahbub and his son as well as the little girl named Soraya.
I used felt to enclose a space that could at least block the wind and sand, and started emergency pre-operative preparations.
"I have bleeding symptoms and my physical signs are not very good."
Kirill said, having already put plasma on Ayana, who was almost unconscious, "use your bodies to warm the plasma bag, this is very important."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing this, Mahbub, who was helping to hold the flashlight, quickly unbuttoned his shirt and put the plasma bag against his heart. The little girl named Soraya
, then picked up the other two plasma bags and stuffed them into his clothes.
"We can only perform surgery." Kirill looked at the surrounding environment, his tone full of helplessness and worry. This place simply did not meet the minimum requirements for a surgical environment.
Not to mention anything else, the only things they could use for lighting at this time were two flashlights and two lit Soviet oil stoves.
In fact, their operating table was just a large stone covered with blankets and woolen coats. The height was neither high nor low, neither squatting nor standing. They could only bend their knees and bend over.
"Let's get started"
Wei Ran said, Kirill had already pushed the anesthesia into Ayana's body, and Wei Ran also started disinfection work.
“Have hot water and clean blankets ready.”
Before Wei Ran picked up the knife in his hand, he said to Habibullah who was outside the blanket, "If the child is still alive after he is born, he will need a warm and dry environment."
Without thinking about where Habibullah would find a clean blanket, Wei Ran had already placed the scalpel on Ayana's disinfected skin.
Although the conditions are simple, fortunately they have enough plasma.
Amidst the busyness that Mahbubu couldn't bear to look at, Weiran started working with the slightly unfamiliar Kirill.
"It's twins"
When the first child's umbilical cord was cut, Wei Ran said casually, and at the same time, he subconsciously imitated Edelweiss's behavior before, holding up one of the baby's legs and patting him gently on the back a few times.
Suddenly, the loud cry of a baby echoed in this desolate cave.
"Use slightly scalding hot water to wipe him, then dry him and wrap him up as soon as possible." Wei Ran said, handing the little boy to Soraya who was at a loss.
At about the same time, Kirill also cut the umbilical cord of a second baby, this time a boy.
After another gentle pat, this new life born in the flames of war also began to cry loudly.
Handing him to Habibullah who was waiting outside, Wei Ran immediately returned to the simple operating table, carefully tore off the placenta, and then sutured it step by step.
Before this, all the childbirth operations he had performed were on Edelweiss, and he had only seen these operations.
"Will my daughter survive?" Mahbub asked cautiously, almost unable to bear to open his eyes.
"I can't answer you, but at least she is still alive."
Kirill hurriedly replied that they only had plasma and basic medicines, no oxygen bottles, and even the place was not clean enough. These factors made it unknown whether Ayana could survive.
"She will survive"
Wei Ran's tone was particularly determined this time, "I have helped pregnant women perform surgeries without anesthesia, and they survived...most of them survived."
When this seemingly ordinary sentence was spoken, although Mahbub did not understand it, Kirill could not help but tremble.
Surgery without anesthesia is a nightmare for all doctors and patients.
Amid the prolonged crying of the baby outside, Wei Ran and Kirill helped Ayana sew up all the wounds and broken blood vessels, and bandage them extremely carefully.
Finally, when Kirill helped push in an injection of antibiotics, the two of them, who had been squatting almost all the time, breathed a sigh of relief and worked together to cover Ayana's body with a blanket.
"I hope she wakes up tomorrow"
When Kirill said this, his tone was full of unconfidence.
"Yes, definitely."
Wei Ran took off his blood-stained gloves and threw them away, moved his sore knees and waist, and walked out of the felt curtain under Mahbub's silent gaze and caution.
"Old guy, is your foot injured?" Wei Ran suddenly stopped and asked.
"I'm fine," Mahbub replied after a moment of silence.
"Let me help you treat it."
Wei Ran turned around and said, "While I'm still a doctor."
After being stunned for a moment, Mahbub nodded and asked Soraya to go in and take care of the unconscious Ayana. He sat down by the campfire and unwrapped the blanket around his feet, revealing the burnt black wounds.
.
"Who did you learn this stupid trick from?"
Kirill took a look and walked to Habibullah's side with a sore leg. He ignored the submachine pistol that the other party subconsciously raised. He took off the watch from his wrist and hung it on the silencer twisted at the muzzle of the gun.
Then he put on the stethoscope, first put the head in his arms and covered it, and then began to examine the two babies.
"This is the only way to survive"
Seeing that Kirill didn't seem to be planning to do anything, Mahbub put down the gun he had picked up and replied.
"Both little guys are healthy"
Kirill took off his stethoscope and said, "They were not in any danger because of the difficult delivery."
"Take it"
Habibullah said and handed the watch to Kirill.
The latter was stunned for a moment, then nodded, took the watch and put it on his wrist again, "Thank you."
"Go and have a rest by the campfire." Habibullah's tone softened a lot.
"Their mother may have milk, but her body is still very weak."
Kirill said as he sat by the bonfire, opened the medical bag and took out an unused syringe, pulled out the needle and handed it to Habibullah, "So if you can get goat's milk, you can boil the goat's milk before putting it in
If it's cool, feed it to them little by little with a syringe."
"Thanks"
Habibullah also thanked him and took the syringe.
At the same time, Wei Ran had also applied anesthesia near the wound on Mahbubu's foot.
"Do you need my help?" Kirill asked.
"Hold the flashlight for me"
Wei Ran was half serious and half joking, "This dad is holding a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other. I'm worried that he may mistake the trigger for the flashlight switch, so I might as well let him concentrate on holding the gun to make me feel more at ease."
This little joke also made Mahbubu slightly embarrassed to hide the unique-looking pistol in his hand behind his back. It was a pistol from the same country as Weiran - the Type 80 submachine pistol.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At the same time, Kirill also took the two flashlights held by the other party, letting the dim light beams cover the black wounds on Mahbubu's feet.
"Mind talking about something?"
Wei Ran put on his gloves again and asked, "It's the first time that someone pointed a gun at such a close distance for surgery, so I'm inevitably a little nervous."
"What do you want to talk about?" Mahbub asked after a moment of silence.
"Anything, like that pistol of yours?"
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already started disinfecting the area around the wound, "Where did it come from?"
"Picked it up," Mahbub said perfunctorily.
"There are always all kinds of weapons inexplicably appearing in the desert," Wei Ran said, having already picked up the scalpel, "I have given you an anesthetic, but it will be a little painful. You have to be patient and at least don't pull the trigger.
trigger."
Mahbub did not respond to Wei Ran's reminder. On the contrary, from time to time he would glance at his daughter who was surrounded by felt not far away, and Habibullah who was boiling goat's milk next to another bonfire, and the
Two little babies wrapped up and still crying.
Compared with the childbirth operation just now, the wound on Mahbub's foot was not much more complicated, and he had to admit that although the method of burning the wound caused some trouble for debridement, in general it did make him better than Mahbub.
Lale's situation is better.
Finally, he was given a shot of tetanus vaccine, and Wei Ran said, "The doctor's work has been completed."
After hesitating for a moment, Mahbub sighed, "Have you eaten?"
"He once gave us half a piece of naan." Kirill pointed to Habibullah in the distance.
Hearing this, Mahbub nodded without saying anything. He just stood up limpingly, walked to the side of the two babies with a wooden stick, and exchanged something with Habibullah in a low voice.
After a while, the two little babies who had drank goat's milk were carried by Habibullah into the curtain surrounded by felt.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a small enamel pot with mutton from the depths of the cave and placed it on top of the bonfire, but he left the cave himself.
At the same time, Mahbubu also raised his pistol again and stood by the bonfire beside the curtain, watching Wei Ran and Kirill vigilantly.
Knowing that the confrontation between the guerrillas and the prisoners had resumed, Weiran and Kirill wisely did not move and remained silent.
They all know very well that when it comes to issues involving children, for the safety of the children, Mahbub will most likely choose to shoot them as soon as they make any move and then consider whether it is a misunderstanding.
During this long silence, the aroma of boiled mutton gradually filled the cave, and Mahbub remained motionless as if he had fallen asleep.
"I..."
As soon as Kirill spoke, Mahbub immediately raised his gun.
"Can I lie down?"
Kirill, who didn't know if he was testing, raised his hand and asked, "My post-concussion syndrome has not completely disappeared. I have been either traveling or undergoing surgery all day. I am too tired."
Mahbub didn't say anything, he just shook the gun in his hand.
Seeing this, Kirill and Wei Ran each lay down by the campfire. After a while, they also snored one after another. They were really tired.
But in fact, Wei Ran didn't sleep. Not only did he not sleep, but Kirill, who was facing him, didn't sleep either.
Amidst the snoring of the two of them, Mahbub also relaxed his vigilance slightly. He limped with a wooden stick and fetched two small enamel bowls from a nearby stone, and filled them with two bowls of broth and
Several pieces of mutton were placed beside the campfire.
When the sky outside the cave gradually became brighter, the donkey's braying "woke up" the two people who were dozing by the campfire in time, and caused Mahbubu who was beside the campfire in the distance to immediately stand up with a wooden stick.
Not long after, Hakim hurried into the cave leading a donkey, with Maralai on the back of the donkey.
"You two!"
Hakim shouted hurriedly to Wei Ran and Kirill, "Look what you did! Stand up and see what happened to her!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Kirill got up and walked towards the donkey.
But after just one glance, the two of them sighed at the same time and shook their heads at each other.
At this time, Malale, who was lying on the back of the donkey, clenched her fists with both hands and put her arms against her ribs. At the same time, her body leaned back extremely. Her face was already red from suppressing it, and there was a wry smile on her face.
appearance.
"I remember you injected her with tetanus vaccine," Wei Ran asked in Russian with a frown.
"It must have been injected"
Kirill said firmly, "I put all the potion bottles in that cave."
"Tell me what you think," Wei Ran said as he untied the rope from Malale's body, took her down and gently placed her beside the bonfire.
"She may have been infected with tetanus when we gave her the tetanus vaccine. This is the most likely possibility."
Kirill opened the medical bag and took out an orange tracheal tube and handed it to Wei Ran, "There is also a possibility that she is intolerant to the tetanus vaccine. This possibility is very small. Before I performed the surgery on her,
I just had a skin test.”
"You explain it"
As Wei Ran spoke, he reached out and pinched Malale's chin, opened her jaw joint with a crisp "click" sound, and then inserted the endotracheal tube into the trachea through the mouth.
"I need a board and a rope, hurry up." Wei Ran urged in Persian.
The first one to react was Multaza. He immediately ran to the depths of the cave and ran over dragging a wooden box one meter long.
While the little guy and Habibullah were eager to find the axe, Wei Ran had already stood up and walked to the wooden box, raised his leg and kicked it directly.
"Crack!"
The huge force of the stabbing foot easily broke a thick wooden board with only one finger. Wei Ran ignored the dull eyes of the people around him and said, "Go find the rope!"
After saying that, he kicked out a second time, breaking the edge of another wooden board, and then tore them off the wooden box.
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"Help me hold him down"
Wei Ran said, directly picked up Multaza, and placed him on Malale's hip under the gaze of the others who subconsciously raised their guns.
With the help of this little guy, Wei Ran put tight splints on the front and back of Malale's body. Then he opened the medical bag and took out two more tetanus tubes and pushed them into her body.
This was not over yet. He then untied the gauze on Malalai's foot, and amidst the exclamations of Hakim and others, he directly opened the sutured wound with a scalpel.
"Have you finished explaining?" Wei Ran asked.
"It's...it hasn't started yet," Kirill said after coming back to his senses.
"Then let me tell you"
Wei Ran sighed, ignored the muzzles pointed at him, and sat down by the campfire, "It's tetanus. At this time, the effect of antitoxin injection is no longer effective. We need immune globulin, but our
It’s not in the medical kit.”
"Where is it?" Hakim asked.
"Where is it?" Wei Ran shook his head, "I don't know."
"We may have some at our military bases," Hakim said, "but even if they were willing to lend us a few, I'm afraid it's too late."
"so..."
"So you can only make your own decision"
Wei Ran took over the topic, "Either bet that the antitoxin I just injected will have some effect, or... kill her now."
"What did you say?" Hakim directly pressed the barrel of the AK74 in his hand against Wei Ran's head.
“Tetanus has a very high fatality rate”
Kirill said weakly, "Even if she is sent to our military base, she may not be able to be saved.
But compared to the fatality rate, the most terrifying thing is that the process of death will be very horrific. Next, she will even, no, she will definitely break her spine, and then die of suffocation due to spasms."
"I have a friend who was just like her"
Wei Ran ignored the gun barrel on his head and raised his finger to Multaza who was not far away. "My friend was the same age as him at the time. We personally sent him away from this world."
In the long silence, Mahbub sighed, limped over, raised his hand and pressed down the muzzle of the AK rifle in Hakim's hand, "Soviet people, is there any way to let her go?"
less painful?"
"Yes." Wei Ran nodded, "Do you need me to help her?"
"Let you, the Soviet, kill her."
Mahbubu seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, "In this way, she can be considered a guerrilla fighter."
"It was my honor to help her become a glorious guerrilla fighter."
Wei Ran sighed, reached out and took out two anesthesia pills from his backpack, and then took out an unused scalpel.
This is not the first time this has happened to him. Rather than saying he is used to it, it is better to say he is numb, even...even if their positions are different at this time.
"We really..."
"Let her be free"
Mahbub did not wait for Hakim to finish his words before making the final painful decision, "Jane will take her away."