On the third day, Shulka could get out of bed and walk.
In fact, Shulka was able to get out of bed and walk from the beginning, but Andreussa was worried about the wound rupture, so she insisted not to do so. In order to prevent Shulka from turning over unconsciously when she fell asleep, she also used several ridiculous wooden frames to put Shulka in bed.
Shurka's head and shoulders were fixed, which made Shurka feel very awkward.
However, as a patient, Shulka thought it was best for him to obey the doctors and nurses' arrangements. This is a place where there is no need or need to be a hero.
So Andryusha was allowed to change Shulka's gauze and take medicine. During this period, Dr. Anatoly also came twice. He said to Shulka: "The wound is recovering well, Comrade Shulka, but I think you
You should continue to stay in the hospital for observation for a while, your condition is no longer suitable for going to the battlefield right away!"
For a wounded soldier, these are the words he likes to hear the most.
However, Shulka believes that if other people had recovered to Shulka's level, they would have been kicked out of the hospital long ago, or at least they would not have stayed in this single ward for dedicated care.
Although the ward is very comfortable, Shulka has not stayed in bed for two consecutive days like this for a long time.
So, when Andreusha told Shulka that she could get out of bed, Shulka immediately rolled out of bed.
"You should slow down, Comrade Shulka!" Andryusa warned: "I think you don't want me to go back on my word!"
"Okay, Comrade Andryusha!" Shulka replied.
In fact, he immediately knew that he was wrong, because the moment he got up, he felt a stinging pain on the back of his neck and felt dizzy in his head.
There was actually no place to walk in the hospital. The temperature outside was so low that Sulka could feel the coldness of the ice and snow outside through the window.
Shulka could only walk in the corridors and upstairs and downstairs. When passing by the ward, the wounded on both sides would always get up to say hello to Shulka and look at him with respect and envy.
Of course, a considerable number of them are unable to stand up, and some patients are even unconscious.
Although Shulka didn't want to admit it, this walk didn't make Shulka feel better. Instead, he felt depressed.
On the one hand, this is because he is surrounded by wounded people, and quite a few of them are seriously injured, so the air is full of sadness, despair, helplessness, etc.
On the other hand, seeing the wounded people who were much more seriously injured than Shulka huddled together made Shulka feel guilty.
Especially after something happened...
"Comrade Shulka!" Just as Shulka was about to walk back to the ward, Dr. Anatoly leaned out from the door of a ward and stopped him: "Can you come over and help me?"
"Of course, doctor!" Shulka replied as he walked up.
But soon Shulka became nervous because he discovered that this ward was actually an operating room... He saw a terrifying scene. A barrel in the corner was filled with stumps or a blur of parts.
of flesh and blood.
Although Shurka has been on the battlefield for a long time, it can even be said that he crawled out of the dead... Before he was injured, he crawled out of the corpses of the German soldiers, but in this environment, he saw those who were cut off and piled together.
The residual limbs and organs still feel chilly in my heart.
There was a wounded man lying on the ward in the middle. It seemed that he had just been transferred from somewhere else and was in a semi-conscious state. Dr. Anatoly and several nurses seemed to be preparing to operate on him.
Sure enough, Dr. Anatoly said to Shulka while putting on gloves: "I need you to hold him down with the nurses, Comrade Shulka!"
"Hold him down? Amputation?"
"Yes!" Dr. Anatoly picked up the scissors and skillfully cut the wounded man's bandaged trousers, explaining: "He has been delayed on the road for too long, and his leg has become necrotic. I must remove it immediately...
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"You mean starting from the injury?" Shulka looked at the injury with some horror. It was on the thigh, which meant that the entire leg had to be removed.
"Yes!" Dr. Anatoly replied calmly: "We don't have enough manpower. I'm worried that they won't be able to hold down the wounded, which will cause danger to the operation. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor Anatole!"
"Are you okay?" Dr. Anatoly asked again, stopping what he was doing and looking at Shulka, as if waiting for Shulka's answer.
This has two meanings:
The first is whether Shulka can bear it psychologically... It's one thing to come down from the battlefield, but it's another thing to watch helplessly as his limbs are amputated.
Second, Anatoly is worried about whether Shulka's body has recovered enough to "help".
"No problem!" Shulka replied.
In fact, Shulka was not sure whether he was qualified, but at this time he should not look back because the life of the soldier in front of him was in his hands.
"Very good!" Anatole replied, and then ordered the nurse to tie the wounded man to the operating table.
"What are you going to do?" At this time, the wounded man opened his eyes. He looked at the nurse who was binding his hands and feet in a daze, and shouted: "Let me go!"
"We have to amputate your leg, young man!" Dr. Anatoly told him bluntly.
"No, you can't do this!" the wounded man shouted.
Doctor Anatoly ignored the wounded man. He raised his head towards the table behind Shulka and said: "Votga!"
Shulka understood and took the watjia and handed it over.
"No!" Doctor Anatole frowned and said, "Give him..."
Then Shulka understood that Votga was not used by Dr. Anatoly to disinfect or sober up wounds, but to make the wounded drunk or use it as an anesthetic.
Shulka trembled inside.
The surgery on his neck was performed using anesthesia, but when the injured man was about to have his limbs amputated, he could only use Wotega.
But of course this was not the time to discuss the matter. Shulka handed the bottle to the wounded and said: "Come on, comrade! This will make you feel better!"
"No, stay away from me!" The wounded man cried loudly and shouted: "I don't allow you to hold my legs..."
"You will die!" Shulka said.
"Then I'll die!" the wounded man replied: "Without legs, what's the point of living?"
"Listen!" Shulka grabbed the wounded man's neck and roared at him: "It may be easy to die, but it is not easy to live. It depends on whether you choose to escape or face it bravely. If you choose
If you are a coward, no one will stop you!"
At that moment, the operating room suddenly became quiet, and even the wounded were stunned.
"Do you know who he is?" Doctor Anatoly said: "The person in front of you is Comrade Shulka. I think you must have heard his name!"