Chapter 1182 Reunion in the Ward

"Am I really alive? Not dead?"

Malashenko felt a little unbelievable about everything that was real in front of him. He didn't even know whether the scene in front of him was an illusory phantom or a tangible reality. What he had just experienced really made it difficult for Malashenko to make the right decision. judgment.

"No, I remember, uh, I remember I was hit by a bullet. That stupid German guy shot me with a black gun. I killed him, and then I fell. Wasn't he already dead at that time? ? Wasn’t the army wiped out by the SS? What happened next?

There are too many confusions lingering in Malashenko's mind, and they can't go away. The two memories that span such a wide range cannot be connected at all. Malashenko urgently needs someone to help him answer his questions. .

Fortunately, the time of confusion did not last long. Malashenko quickly waited for the person, or a group of people, who could help him.

boom--

The door to the ward was pushed open like a mad bull breaking into a china shop, and the chaotic footsteps were even louder than the running sounds of market ladies rushing to catch cheap food.

Malashenko, who was attracted by the sound of footsteps, cast his gaze towards the door. Several figures rushing in from outside the ward were also staring at Malashenko.

Bang -

Two full boxes of lunch slipped into his hands, one on the left and the other on the right. He accidentally dropped them and scattered them all over the floor. Before Malashenko could say anything, Iushkin's whole body was as if he had stepped on a wire. Jumping three feet high, he jumped directly on the spot regardless of the lunch box he missed and fell to the ground.

"I knew it! I told you! Comrade Commander will not die. Those rags made by the Germans cannot kill him. He will definitely come back, and he will definitely come back to us! What now? Am I right? No Question? Hahaha, Comrade Commander is alive, he is not dead, he is alive!"

Iushkin, who was as excited as a child, loudly confided his joy to his comrades beside him, and then came to Malashenko with overflowing ecstasy, not even taking the time to pull up a chair and sit down. No, he squatted beside the hospital bed and grabbed Malashenko's right hand.

"You're back, you're really back! You're not dreaming, I'm not dreaming! This is real!"

Iushkin, who tightly grasped Malashenko's right hand for fear of losing it suddenly, refused to let go. The tears accompanied by his excited words quickly appeared and fell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and flowed down Malashenko's cheeks. hands.

Although he still doesn’t know what happened before, Malashenko still clearly remembers his last memory before losing consciousness and every familiar face in front of him.

He must have been seriously injured and was carried off the battlefield, and then sent to the hospital several times. Although he didn't know the specific extent of his injuries, he must have been in a critical situation and his life was hanging by a thread.

You want to ask why? Just looking at Iushkin's current situation, he knew that if he really had no problem, why would he bother to agitate Iushkin like this? Most of the time he was unconscious, he was probably just hanging on for breath, and he might belch up to heaven at any time.

"It seems that I'm really not dead, I'm back, but who is that voice? Why don't I remember it at all before? I've never heard it before."

Malashenko, who really couldn't understand what he had just experienced, decided not to think about it anymore. Wasn't there still a small number of outrageous and ridiculous things he had encountered so far? Any one of them alone would make people feel incredible and unbelievable, so let’s put it aside for the time being and deal with the current matters first.

"I, Iushkin, how long have I been unconscious? What happened before? What time is it now? Where are we?"

Asking questions to everyone he met was Malashenko's truest state at the moment, but before Iushkin, who wiped his tears, could respond, another burst of footsteps, like bandits entering the village, came from the corridor outside the door. Uploaded into the ward.

"The patient wakes up, prepares records, and starts examination immediately."

"Doctor Igor, do you need to see Director Berekov? He is on duty today."

"No need, go directly to inform the dean. Just say that Comrade Malashenko is awake and is undergoing inspection. You can inform the relevant people."

"Okay, I understand, let's do it now."

Iushkin didn't want to leave his comrade, the commander, for a moment, for fear that he would leave him again if he took a step further away. However, the current situation obviously did not allow Iushkin to deal with it as he wished.

Seven or eight doctors and nurses rushed forward in a huge formation. As an "irrelevant person", Iushkin was directly pushed aside by the tall doctor who led him, without even saying the most basic hello. Iushkin, who almost did a butt squat, was very angry on the spot.

"Hey! What are you doing!? Comrade Commander has just woken up, can't you be more honest?"

"Hold on to him, Kirill, I don't know what this guy will do when his head gets hot."

Iushkin was thinking about going up to "theory" before he could take action. Kirill, who rushed into the ward together, grabbed him, while Seryosha was sarcastic beside him. Iushkin always acts first, thinks later, and doesn't think long.

Iushkin, who was forcibly grabbed, didn't say anything. Although he was very anxious, he still knew that now was not the time for him to act impulsively.

No matter what, nothing is more important than Malashenko's body. The biggest good news is that he is fine. Everything else must give way, including himself, of course.

The doctor, who was called Igor, wore thick round-rimmed glasses. He held a flashlight and opened both of Malashenko's eyes to take a look in person. After confirming that everything was correct, he asked Malashenko to open his mouth. Look at the situation in the mouth.

Malashenko, who was confused, had no idea what the meaning of this was. Malashenko seemed more willing to accept Karachev's inspection than the strange guy in front of him. After all, he was one of his own.

"Comrade Malashenko, how are you feeling now? Do you have a headache, abdominal pain, or other strange feelings? Please answer me truthfully."

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The big doctor asked this, and Malashenko began to feel himself along with the content of the other person's words. But after feeling it, there didn't seem to be any other big problems.

"I feel pretty good. There's nothing wrong with it. It's just that my abdomen still seems to hurt a little bit. It's where I was shot before. It's right here, I remember."