Chapter 278 The Black Devil

Seeing that Malashenko, who was "terminally ill", was so weak that it was difficult to even speak. He only wanted to save people and completely ignored other military doctors. Even without any protective measures, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand. His right hand, which was not wearing gloves, quietly raised Malashenko's weak and drooping eyelids.

With the help of the dim light above his head, he could barely see Malashenko's bloodshot eyes clearly. The military doctor, who was frowning, silently took out a small, slender wooden stick from the shoulder bag he carried. Completely ignoring Malashenko's personal feelings and without hesitation, he pushed his hand and put it into his mouth. He immediately used his right hand to forcefully open Malashenko's mouth.

Squinting his eyes lightly and looking into Malashenko's throat with the dim light above his head, the military doctor who said nothing finally messed up Malashenko's mouth for a long time with the slender wooden stick in his hand. He stopped moving, stood up slowly, and then quietly spoke to Kirill beside him, who was anxiously waiting for the diagnosis results.

"The situation is very bad. Based on your description of the situation and my observations, Comrade Battalion Commander should have been bitten by a mosquito and contracted malaria. With the field medical conditions of our battalion, it is impossible to cure this severe infectious disease. I I don’t know what kind of burden Comrade Battalion Commander still carries on his shoulders, but the only suggestion I can give is to immediately transfer him to a large hospital with better physical therapy conditions in the city for treatment.”

"Otherwise, if we extrapolate from the current development trend of the disease, it is very likely that Comrade Battalion Commander will not even know what state he will be in at this time tomorrow night."

The military doctor who did not want to speak too harshly and harshly had tried to express the foreseeable serious consequences as vaguely as possible. The unprecedented malaria outbreak in 1922 when the Soviet Union was just founded is still a personal experience for this person. The memory of the old military doctor who experienced that terrible human disaster is still fresh in his mind.

Newly born children die early due to blood transmission from mother to child. The elderly and underage teenagers with weaker body resistance are killed by malaria in batches, just like cutting grass. Those with slightly better physical fitness are killed by malaria in batches. Even though young adults are immortal, they are still suffering from the pain. The pain is so severe that the nerves are broken and they can even do such crazy things as suicide.

If there is any scene in the world that nurtures life that can really be called a hell on earth, the unprecedented malaria outbreak that broke out in the Soviet Union in 1922 was definitely the first to bear the brunt of this experience in the heart of this old military doctor.

Although Kirill, who had vaguely guessed the outcome, boasted that he was mentally prepared to face the cruel facts, but when it came to this old military doctor who was unrivaled in the entire camp in terms of medical experience and skills in treating patients and saving lives, , after giving that terrible result that was almost equal to death.

Kirill's emotions collapsed instantly, but he still couldn't hide the deep despair in his heart. Like the god of death, malaria walked the world and almost killed the infant Kirill in that terrible disaster. , if it were not for Kirill's own good luck and the persistence of the doctor sent to the village by the Soviet government, Kirill would probably have been buried under a cold tombstone as a pile of withered bones.

"How could this happen? How could this happen!? Why is it malaria? Did you really not misdiagnose it? Could it be that you misdiagnosed a cold and a fever? Comrade Commander, when he led us to fight, he never even had a small cold. , he is in such good health, it can’t be malaria! Please diagnose him again!”

Kirill, who was almost losing control of his emotions, pulled his sleeves with both hands and shook his arms desperately, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He was already very familiar with the terrible plague that claimed the lives of three of his relatives. The old man who swore that he would never misdiagnose it. The military doctor could only look at Kirill, who was in despair in front of him, with a sad expression on his face.

"Hurry up, comrade, sending the battalion commander to a large hospital in the rear even a minute earlier may save his life! I believe you must be very clear about the horror of malaria. This is not what our battalion's field medical conditions are capable of." Can handle it.”

As the words of the old military doctor gradually faded away, the other Red Army tank soldiers who were curled up and leaning in the surrounding corners and drowsy, after hearing the sound, also got up and gathered around, and responded with dumbfounded or extremely shocked responses. There was silence in the strange expression.

The gunner Iushkin, who was the first to react in the crowd, was the most excited. He didn't even believe that Malashenko would get malaria, an almost fatal disease. He instantly stepped forward and grabbed the old military doctor's hand. Collar, a terrifying face that was so angry that it was about to burst into flames appeared in front of the old military doctor and he yelled.

"You old guy, you clearly want to kill our comrade commander! You bastard! A spy sent by the Nazis! Your mission is to kill our comrade commander Malashenko, right!? You don't do that at all! I plan to cure Comrade Commander! I will give it to you now."

"Stop! Iushkin! Are you crazy? What are you doing!?"

Before Iushkin, who was so angry that he was about to lose his mind, asked his right hand, which had already reached for the armed belt around his waist, to take any actual action, Deputy Battalion Commander Lavrinenko was awakened from his sleep and rushed over following the sound of curses. , immediately interrupted Iushkin’s movements with a loud roar.

Iushkin stopped drawing the gun with his right hand, but still did not let go of his left hand that was tightly gripping the collar of the old military doctor. His expression had changed from pure anger to a mixture of grief and indignation. He immediately turned his head towards the already crowded man. Lavrinenko, who was striding forward after opening the crowd, spoke sadly and angrily.

"Comrade Deputy Battalion Commander! Look at what kind of diagnosis this old bastard gave to my comrade commander!? Malaria! This is not a cold and cough, but malaria! If you get it, you will be haunted by the black devil until you die. Malaria! I think he is a spy sent by the Nazis. Comrade Commander has always been in good health, how could he suddenly get a black devil like malaria? This is absolutely impossible!"

In a mixture of grief and anger, Iushkin almost roared at the top of his lungs. The anxious and overwhelmed Iushkin still did not let go of his left hand that tightly grasped the old military doctor's collar. The uncontrollable force almost broke the latter's neck. Shake the life to pieces.

After seeing this situation, he knew that if the situation continued like this, Lavrinenko would definitely get out of control. Without saying a word, he immediately stepped forward and waved a big fist with a sandbag that made a sound in the wind, aiming at Iushkin's chest with a muffled sound. One punch.