red moscow

Chapter 2611 An accident happened

After leaving Zhukov's villa, Sokov drove back to his home.

When he walked to the door, he saw a note with a phone number on it. The note politely asked Sokov to call after he got home.

Sokov tore off the note and opened the door.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard the continuous meowing of the cat. Sokov realized that he left in a hurry that day and forgot to prepare food and water for the cat at home. The cat must be very hungry at this moment. He quickly bent down and picked up the little black cat, saying apologetically: "Luna, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I forgot to prepare food and water for you. You must be very hungry. I will go get you something to eat now."

She came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a few pieces of bread from the freezer, crushed them, and put them on the plate. Luna struggled out of Sokov's arms, rushed directly to the plate, and ate with big mouthfuls, humming as she ate, as if to say that Sokov was a bad guy who didn't prepare any food for her when she was out for so long.

While Luna was eating, Sokov came to the living room, took out the note from his pocket, and dialed the number on it.

The phone rang four or five times before it was connected: "Hello!"

Sokov heard someone talking, and after quickly stating his identity and home address, he politely asked, "When I got home, I found a note on the door with your phone number on it. I want to ask, what's the matter?"

"General Sokov, please wait a moment. I will call you back after understanding the situation."

  "Okay." Sokov put down the phone and began to wonder in his mind which department the person who just answered the phone was from and what he wanted to talk to him about.

"Comrade General," the person on the other end of the line said politely, "I'm from the city's housing authority. After my inquiry, I found that your residence is seriously inconsistent with your status, so I plan to change your residence."

When Sokov heard what the other party said, he was shocked and thought to himself, could it be that the other party knew that he did not have a specific position and planned to take back the house he was living in and then give him a small unit?

Thinking of this, he asked tentatively: "Which house are you going to arrange for me?"

"There are several villas a few kilometers away from where you live now." The staff member continued, "According to your status, you can live in a more spacious house, so we plan to give you a villa to replace your current residence. What do you think?"

Hearing that he would be given a more spacious house, Sokov was naturally overjoyed and asked quickly, "When are you going to make the adjustment?"

"According to regulations, we must contact you and seek your consent." The staff member said: "Now that you have agreed to the housing adjustment, our staff will visit your home in ten working days."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

After hanging up the phone, Sokov excitedly waved his fists at the air. He never dreamed that he would be eligible to live in a villa. In this way, even if Asiya's mother lived at home, it wouldn't be too crowded. However, it was not known how big the villa was, otherwise he should consider whether to hire a nanny.

After calming down, Sokov began to think about the design of the truck-mounted self-propelled anti-aircraft gun that he had just thought of in Zhukov's villa.

Truck-mounted self-propelled artillery is a new type of artillery weapon developed on a wheeled truck chassis, mainly used for light rapid reaction forces and mobile task forces. It has outstanding advantages such as high speed, good road mobility, light structure and weight, and low cost, and can realize the "hit and run" combat mode.

The development of this truck-mounted self-propelled anti-aircraft gun should have been inspired by a vehicle-mounted crane. The boom of a vehicle-mounted crane is always placed on top of the driving platform when the vehicle is moving, and is only raised to perform lifting tasks when the vehicle is parked. The long boom, from a distance, looks like a gun muzzle pointing obliquely to the sky.

However, Sokov was not familiar with the various parameters of this artillery. If he was asked to draw a disassembled diagram and mark the specific data, it would obviously be impossible. He could only wait until after work to find the artillery experts and tell them about the design ideas of this artillery. As for the specific details, it would be better for them as professionals to perfect them.

Sokov got up and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water. While the water was still boiling, he washed the teapot and cups, cleaned the cat litter box, and poured new sand in. After doing all this, he sat on the sofa, petting the cat while quietly waiting for the water to boil.

After the water boiled, he was about to make a pot of tea when the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Sokov thought it was the housing authority calling again, so he stood up and picked up the phone: "This is Sokov!"

"Comrade Sokov?" A strange and stern voice came from the receiver: "I am Lieutenant Sabina of the traffic police. Is your wife called Asia?"

"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant." Sokov suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and he asked cautiously: "Has something happened to her?"

"That's right, Comrade Sokov." Lieutenant Sabina said seriously, "She was on her way back to downtown Moscow from Khimki when she unfortunately had a traffic accident. She is currently in the hospital for treatment. I hope you can get there as soon as possible. If it's too late, I'm afraid..."

"Hospital, which hospital are you in?" Sokov shouted into the microphone without waiting for the other party to finish speaking: "Tell me quickly, which hospital are you in?"

"Your wife is currently being treated in the emergency room on the second floor of Hospital No. 49 in the north of the city. I hope you can hurry up."

Sokov put down the phone, immediately threw on his military coat, and rushed out of the room without even having time to button it.

He got into the car, and because he was nervous, it took him a long time to start the car. But not long after driving, he crashed into a big tree next to him.

This place was not far from the guard room. Upon hearing the noise, the guards on duty came running over. They hurriedly pulled Sokov out of the car and asked with concern, "Comrade General, are you okay?"

Although Sokov felt dizzy, he shook his head and said calmly, "I'm going to the duty room to make a phone call."

The only thing he could think of at the moment was Yakov. After the call was connected, he asked directly: "Yasha, can you come to my house to pick me up?"

Yakov asked curiously, "Misha, has something happened? I feel like you're a little confused."

"I just received a call from the traffic police saying that Asiya had a car accident on her way back to the city from Khimki and is now in the emergency room of the No. 49 hospital in the north of the city." Sokov said, "I wanted to drive to see her, but the car crashed into a tree not far away."

"Are you OK?"

"I am fine."

"Misha, listen, stay where you are and don't move. I'll drive over to pick you up right away. Remember, don't move. I'll be there soon."

As soon as I put down the phone, a guard came in and said in surprise: "Comrade General, your forehead is bleeding."

Sokov raised his hand to touch his forehead, but the guard grabbed his hand. "Comrade General, be careful. If you touch the wound casually, it will get infected. I have a medicine box here. I will bandage your wound." While the guard was bandaging Sokov's wound, he asked tentatively: "Comrade General, your car has been damaged. What should we do next?"

"Just leave it there for now." Sokov said expressionlessly, "I'll arrange for someone to help me repair the car in two days."

Soon after bandaging the wound, Yakov drove into the compound. Seeing Sokov in such a sorry state, he asked with concern: "Misha, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Sokov shook his head and said, "It's just a minor skin injury. Let's go to the hospital now."

After the vehicle started, Yakov asked, "Misha, Asiya was seriously injured. What about the baby in her belly? Is the baby okay?"

Sokov just lost control of his emotions, not only because Asiya had a car accident, but more importantly, he was worried about the baby in Asiya's belly. The best case scenario is that both the adult and the child can be saved; the worse case scenario is that only one of the adult and the child can be saved; the worst case scenario is that neither the adult nor the child can be saved.

Hearing Yakov's question, he quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know. I don't know. The traffic police only told me to go to Hospital No. 49. He didn't tell me the details."

Since it was still the New Year holiday, there were almost no cars on the road, so Yakov rushed to Hospital No. 49 as fast as he could.

It only took twenty minutes to get to the hospital.

As soon as the car stopped, Sokov pushed open the door, jumped out, and rushed into the emergency building.

When Sokov arrived at the door of the emergency room under the guidance of the medical staff, he saw four or five people standing outside the door. Except for one person in plain clothes, the others were wearing traffic police uniforms. He walked up quickly and asked them, "Who among you is Lieutenant Sabina?"

Hearing Sokov's question, a traffic police officer with the highest military rank raised his right hand and said, "Comrade General, I am Lieutenant Sabina. How can I help you?"

"I'm Admiral Sokov," Sokov recognized the other party as the traffic policeman who called him. After stating his identity, he said, "I just spoke to you on the phone."

Lieutenant Sabina never dreamed that the victim Asia's husband was actually a general. He immediately became restrained. He raised his hand to salute and said respectfully: "Hello, Comrade General, your wife Asia is being rescued inside."

"How is her condition? Is her life in danger?"

"I'm not sure about that." Sabina replied in a panic, "The doctors and nurses have been trying to save the patient inside. So far, no one has come out, so I'm not sure what the situation is like inside."

"How did the accident happen?" asked Sokov.

"Look, that's him." Sabina pointed to the man in plain clothes next to him and said, "He was drunk, and the vehicle he was driving rushed directly into the car your wife was in, and then there was a collision. The truck he was driving was not seriously damaged, but the car your wife was in was smashed into scrap metal. The driver died on the spot, and your wife was also seriously injured and unconscious."

When he learned that the man in plain clothes was the driver, Sokov was furious and slapped him twice, making him retreat a few steps. The traffic police nearby saw Sokov attacking the driver and wanted to persuade him, but Sokov's rank was too high, so they dared not intervene and could only watch the driver get beaten.

"Misha, calm down." Yakov happened to walk by and saw Sokov beating the driver. He quickly stepped forward and hugged him around the waist, saying loudly, "Don't worry, Asiya will be fine."

Just at this moment, the door of the operating room opened and a nurse wearing a mask came out.

Sokov quickly grabbed the other person and said quickly, "Comrade nurse, I am the husband of the wounded person who is asking for help inside. I wonder how my wife is doing?"

"It's very bad, Comrade General." The nurse replied, "The injured person has a lot of bleeding due to miscarriage. I am going to the blood bank to get blood now. Please don't hinder my work. Thank you!"

Upon learning that the nurse was going to draw blood for Asia, Sokov quickly stepped aside to make way for her.

Not long after the nurse left, the door of the operating room opened again, and a doctor wearing glasses came out. He said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with the nurse? I asked her to go get blood, why hasn't she come back yet?"

As soon as the male doctor finished complaining, he saw the nurse who was sent to draw blood hurried back and asked hurriedly, "Where is the blood you drew?"

"I'm sorry, doctor," the nurse replied with a bitter face, "There's no blood left in the blood bank. What should we do?"

The doctor glanced at Sokov and the others, then said, "It seems that we can only organize people to give her a blood transfusion." He paused for a moment and asked Sokov, "Comrade General, what is your blood type?"

"I'm type O."

"That's right. It's the same blood type as the injured person." The doctor nodded at Sokov and said, "Comrade General, please follow me in."

Sokov walked into the operating room, but he did not see Asiya. Instead, he was taken to a room with two beds by the doctor. The doctor told the nurse: "Comrade nurse, please draw blood for Comrade General."

The nurse looked at the doctor and asked, "How much blood do you want to draw?"

"First, 200CC. If the amount is not enough, continue to draw blood."

In this way, after the nurse drew 200CC of blood from Sokov's arm, she hurried to the operating room next door.

A few minutes later, the nurse reappeared in the room. She said to Sokov apologetically, "Comrade General, 200CC is far from enough. I'm afraid you need to draw another 200CC."

Sokov was determined to save Asia. When he heard that the blood just drawn was not enough, he quickly stretched out his hand and said, "Then continue to draw as much as you can. In a word, I want you to save my wife."

"Comrade General, you can rest assured about this." The nurse said in a positive tone: "We will do our best."

When the nurse left, Sokov wanted to follow her, but as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy and stumbled. Fortunately, he held onto the wall in time, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground. He held onto the wall and slowly came to the room where the operation was being performed, wanting to see how Asiya was doing.

(End of this chapter)