Chapter 1133 The fallen medicine bottle (Part 2)

Morphine, a powerful analgesic, can soothe nerves and calm down highly excited minds.

The reason why this drug is famous is not because it saved any big person in human history, but because it soothed the painful and wailing souls of countless injured American soldiers throughout World War II. In many cases, it is even the last shot of "happy medicine" for many seriously injured American soldiers to leave this world peacefully. It is better to die with a gentle pain than to rush to the street in a heartbreaking manner.

One negative effect is that morphine, like most drugs of the same type, can lead to addiction if used excessively for a long time, which is equivalent to drug abuse in disguise.

But on the other hand, morphine has unimaginable effects in relieving pain. Even in the 21st century, it is still one of the most effective medicines in medicine. Basically, there is no pain that morphine cannot deal with. If there is, just double the dose and it will always suppress the pain. So this is a sharp double-edged sword that is good or bad depending on how it is used.

What's even more rare is that most of the morphine used by the US military during World War II was quantitative, disposable injections, but at this moment, the thing in Malashenko's hand was an oral morphine product tablet.

Malashenko, who did not graduate from the Department of Medicine, did not know how advanced the Yankees' medical technology was, but he was sure that the only person who could get morphine in pill form was Karachev.

Before this, Malashenko had never even heard of the existence of this thing. It was not something the Yankees provided aid to the Soviet Union, and it was not a standing drug in the field hospital of the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade. If there is such a treasure in the army, it is impossible for me as a brigade commander to not know or hear about it at all.

Malashenko knows the medical efficacy of morphine, and he knows even more clearly that people who are in pain so much that they have to take morphine for long-term pain relief are definitely not suffering from a minor illness that can be easily solved.

Malashenko, who was holding the medicine bottle in his hand and having many possibilities flashing through his head, felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Malashenko was worried that the most terrifying outcome would become a reality, and he even felt afraid to face it just by thinking about it.

Time was tight and there was no need to delay. Malashenko had no extra time to continue sitting here and thinking wildly. After fixing his eyes, he immediately clenched the small medicine bottle in his hand and walked away, with only one target that was already determined.

"Yes, keep pressing on the wound, this will stop the bleeding! Irina, help me get the gauze, yes, the new roll! Get ready to clean the wound and remove the shrapnel!"

Kalachev is very busy when he is working. Once he enters a state of concentration, he is very selfless and will hardly be disturbed by any external factors. Even the tall and majestic Malashenko strode to his own. No one behind him was aware of it.

"Karachev, come here, I have something to talk to you about!"

Karachev, whose name was suddenly called out, turned around in confusion and looked at Malashenko behind him with a face full of questions.

"Comrade Brigadier, why are you trying to rescue the wounded? We must rescue them as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Malashenko turned his head and glanced at the wounded who were being treated by Karachev. They were probably shot through the thigh by one or more shrapnel. He was bleeding out at a drizzle speed. Several soldiers gathered around him and were following Karachev's instructions. They put a piece of cloth on the wound to help press the wound to temporarily stop the bleeding.

"He can't die yet. Let others do it. A nurse can also handle this kind of wound. Come with me immediately."

What is different from what he said just now is that Malashenko said this in English. Among so many people present, only Malashenko and Karachev could understand what it meant. The reason why Malashenko was so There is a very simple reason to be natural.

After hearing this, the whole person's eyes visibly froze for a few seconds and remained motionless. Karachev, who gradually came to his senses, had almost guessed why Malashenko came. The secret that he had always been worried about was finally revealed. Now it was time to face the questions and possible anger from the brigade commander.

"Irina, you can guide the process, I'll be back soon, very soon!"

Following Malashenko's order, he temporarily handed over the work at hand. Karachev, who didn't even have time to wipe the blood from his hands, followed him at a trot and stood with Malashenko beside a Panther tank. Beside the remains of the smoke, there was a corner where no third party could hear what they said to each other.

"What is this? Don't tell me you don't know. I just want to hear the truth, not lies! You know very well that I know a lot of things and understand English, so it's best not to fool me with fresh lies."

As soon as Malashenko came up, he got straight to the point. He took out the small medicine bottle in his pocket, put it in the palm of his hand and showed it to Karachev. He asked Karachev the truth behind everything in an obviously bad tone. .

Kalachev had long foreseen that such a day would come, but even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt a little uncomfortable when faced with Malashenko's anger and rude remarks that he had witnessed for the first time since coming to the Soviet Union. He shook his lips tremblingly, as if he was deciding how to elaborate.

"Don't hesitate to answer me! I just want the facts!"

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Malashenko's ruthless questioning came like a barrage, and Karachev, who was suddenly trembling all over again, could no longer hold on any longer. Under the pressure of the brigade commander, he was forced to violate his instructions to his political commissar comrade. promise.

"This is morphine. It is a powerful analgesic with sedative effects. It is very suitable for use on the battlefield to treat seriously injured people."

"I gave this medicine to Comrade Political Commissar. It can relieve his pain and there will be no side effects if he takes it in a fixed amount. He needs this medicine to maintain his mental state so that he can get back to work. Otherwise, he will face pain that ordinary people cannot bear."

Karachev didn't know how much truth Malashenko had grasped. He thought it was because Malashenko already knew the truth and came to ask him. In desperation and Malashenko's barrage of questioning, there was no time to think about it in detail. This is exactly what Malashenko wants to get to the bottom of things and understand all the truth.

"Tell me, what kind of disease does Comrade Political Commissar have!? You must use this kind of thing. I want to hear the answer from your own mouth!"

Malashenko's questioning became louder and louder, like thunder. Karachev had never seen Malashenko behave like this before, so naturally he did not dare to hide anything and could only tell the truth.

But the answer that came out tremblingly immediately made Malashenko feel dizzy, as if the end of the world was coming.