red moscow

Chapter 2612

The operating rooms of this era were not as strictly managed as those of later generations. Once you entered the door of the operating room, if no medical staff noticed your presence, you could move back and forth between the operating rooms at will.

Sokov came to the operating room where Asia was receiving emergency treatment and saw a group of doctors and nurses gathered around the operating table, busy with their work. He walked over slowly, wanting to see with his own eyes how Asia was doing.

Before he approached the operating table, a nurse noticed his presence and hurried over to block him: "Comrade General, this is an important operating area, please leave immediately!"

Perhaps worried that Sokov might sneak in again later, the nurse in charge took Sokov to the door of the operating room, opened the door and pushed him out.

"Misha," Yakov saw Sokov coming out and quickly stepped forward to support him, and asked with concern: "How is Asiya?"

"I do not know."

"What, you don't know?" Yakov asked in surprise, "Didn't you just come out from inside?"

Sokov smiled bitterly and said, "I just went in to give Asiya a blood transfusion. After the nurse finished drawing my blood, I wanted to go to the operating room to check on Asiya's condition, but was kicked out."

Lieutenant Sabina, who was in charge of handling traffic accidents, had encountered similar situations before. But they usually waited for the victim's family to arrive, gave them some instructions, and let them have time to come to the traffic police team to handle the accident, and then left.

But the woman who was injured in the car accident was actually the wife of a general. And not long after the general arrived, another general came, which made Sabina feel very embarrassed. She didn't know whether to stay or take the driver back to the traffic police team.

When Yakov was talking to Sokov, he saw Sabina looking uneasy, so he said to Sokov, "Misha, look at this lieutenant. He seems to be troubled by Asiya's matter."

"Comrade Lieutenant," Sokov said to him, considering that Lieutenant Sabina had more important work to do and could not stay with him in the hospital, "You go back first. I will go to the traffic police team to deal with this matter when I have time."

But Sabina changed his mind at this moment. He stared at the two generals in front of him and thought that if he could leave a good impression on them, it would be helpful for his future. After realizing this, he said to Sokov respectfully, "Comrade General, I can ask my men to take the driver back. I want to stay here. If there is anything you need help with, I can help run errands."

Sabina's words made Sokov feel comfortable. He nodded and said, "Okay, Lieutenant Sabina, you stay."

Seeing that Sokov agreed to let him stay, Sabina was overjoyed. He quickly ordered his subordinates: "You take the driver back. I will stay here with the general."

The traffic police did not dare to delay and quickly took the driver away from the hospital.

Not long after, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor. It sounded like a group of people were walking towards this place.

Sabina turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. When he saw the person walking in front of the crowd, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise: "Zhukov, this is Marshal Zhukov, why is he here?"

Before Sabina could come to her senses, Zhukov had already approached. The accompanying guards immediately separated Sabina and Zhukov to prevent him from bringing danger to Zhukov.

Zhukov came to Sokov and asked with concern: "Misha, how is Asia?"

"We are still trying to save him, Comrade Marshal."

"How's the kid? Is he okay?"

"Comrade Marshal, I don't know anything." Sokov replied with a bitter face, "I only know that Asiya is being rescued now, and I don't know anything else."

"You don't look well, are you feeling unwell?"

"The nurse just came out and said that Asia is bleeding heavily and there is not enough plasma. Someone needs to donate blood." Sokov explained to Zhukov: "I just went in and donated 400CC, so I look a little pale."

"Is there no blood in the hospital's blood bank? They actually want you, a general, to donate blood." Zhukov said angrily.

"The blood bank has run out of blood," Sokov explained, "and now it's New Year's Day, so it's hard to find anyone to donate blood, so I have to do it myself."

At this time, the door of the operating room opened, and the nurse who asked Sokov to donate blood poked her head out again and said, "Comrade General, the amount of blood is still not enough. Can you find someone to donate blood?"

Just as Sokov rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go in to donate blood again, he was stopped by Zhukov: "Misha, what is Asia's blood type?"

"Type O, Asia has type O blood."

"I see. Asia has type O blood." Zhukov turned to his adjutant and said, "Adjutant, please take the time to count how many of the people we brought today have type O blood."

"Who among you has type O blood?" the adjutant asked the accompanying guards.

Among the more than 20 guards, only three or four raised their hands, indicating that they were type O blood.

Zhukov said quickly: "Follow the nurse and draw 200CC each."

When the nurse took the soldiers to draw blood, Zhukov frowned and said to his adjutant, "Comrade adjutant, I think there are not enough blood donors. Please call back and ask the soldiers with type O blood to come here and donate blood immediately. We must ensure sufficient blood supply to save Asia's life."

Before the adjutant left, another group of people appeared at the end of the corridor. Sabina's eyes almost fell to the ground when she saw who was coming. It turned out to be Marshal Rokossovsky. She didn't expect that he also knew General Sokov.

Rokossovsky came closer and greeted Zhukov first, then said to Sokov with concern: "Misha, I heard that Asia had a car accident, so I rushed here immediately. How is she now?"

"It's unclear at the moment, but the situation is definitely very bad." Zhukov answered before Sokov could: "The nurse said that Asia was bleeding heavily, but the blood bank in the hospital has run out of blood. I just took a few of my guards to draw blood."

"Misha, what is Asia's blood type?" Rokossovsky waited for Zhukov to finish speaking, then immediately turned to Sokov and said, "I hope I can help."

"Type O, it's type O blood." Sokov replied.

Rokossovsky nodded, and then asked the guard who followed him: "Who among you has type O blood? Please raise your hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three soldiers raised their hands.

"Misha, I'm so sorry, I only have three fighters with type O blood."

Sokov thought that even if each of the three people donated 200CC, that would still be 600CC, which would at least ease the blood supply situation. He said politely, "It's good to have three people. Even if the amount of blood they donate is not enough, it can help Asia." "Does anyone know where the blood is drawn?" Rokossovsky asked, "so I can get my people over there."

Sokov had just gone into the operating room to draw blood, but Zhukov's men were taken to another place by the nurse. How could he know where to draw blood? Just when he was in a dilemma, Sabina took the initiative to say, "Comrade Marshals, Comrade General, I know where to draw blood. If you don't object, I can take these soldiers there."

Zhukov was so busy caring about Asia's safety that he completely ignored the traffic police lieutenant. When he heard him talking, he asked with a straight face, "Comrade Lieutenant, who are you and why are you here?"

"Comrade Marshal," Sokov quickly explained to Zhukov, "This is Lieutenant Sabina who handled the accident. He was the one who called to inform me that Asia was injured and hospitalized."

After figuring out the other party's identity, Zhukov was relieved. He said to Sabina: "Comrade Lieutenant, take these soldiers over."

Seeing that Zhukov gave him the order personally, Sabina suddenly became excited. He raised his hand to salute Zhukov, answered loudly, and left with the soldiers.

After a brief silence, Rokossovsky sighed softly and said to Sokov, "Misha, if Asia has lost too much blood, it means that her injuries are very serious. In this case, I'm afraid your child may not be saved."

Although Sokov had already assumed that the child could not be saved, when he heard Rokossovsky say it, he felt his nose sore and tears seemed to be about to burst out. But he quickly stabilized his emotions and said with a forced smile: "Comrade Marshal, if the child cannot be saved, it is also my life."

Zhukov raised his hand and patted Sokov on the shoulder, comforting him: "Misha, don't worry, I believe Asiya and the child will be safe."

At this moment, Sokov no longer had any hope that Asiya and the child were safe, and he said weakly: "I hope so."

At this time, footsteps were heard in the corridor again. Everyone looked over unconsciously. This time it was Malenkov who had not been seen for several days. He was walking towards them hurriedly with a few people in plain clothes.

Seeing this, Sokov couldn't help but be confused. What was going on? Why was Malenkov here?

Not only Sokov was surprised by Malenkov's appearance, but also Zhukov and Rokossovsky.

"Koschka," Zhukov asked Rokossovsky, "was it you who informed Comrade Malenkov?"

"No," said Rokossovsky, shaking his head. "I don't know him well. I thought you had informed him."

"I received a call from Yasha and learned that something happened to Asiya, so I rushed here. I didn't tell anyone except you."

As the two were talking, Malenkov had already approached. He stepped forward, shook Sokov's hand, and asked with concern: "Misha, I heard that your wife had a car accident, so I rushed here. How is she now?"

"Comrade Malenkov, thank you for your concern." Sokov said, "Although I don't know the specific situation, the doctor is still repairing it. I think the injury must be very serious."

After hearing this, Malenkov nodded, then called a staff member next to him and whispered a few words to him.

After listening to Malenkov's words, the staff member nodded, turned and left.

"Comrade Malenkov, where did you send your men?"

"I asked him to go to the dean," Malenkov explained. "Since we can't understand what's going on in the operating room, let's ask the dean to come forward. I don't believe the doctors in the operating room would dare to turn their dean away."

A few minutes later, the staff member who had left appeared with a middle-aged man in a white coat and a white hat, and reported to Malenkov: "Comrade Malenkov, I have invited the dean!"

The dean obviously knew a big shot like Malenkov. He said nervously, "Hello, Comrade Malenkov, how can I help you?"

Malenkov pointed at Sokov and said, "This is General Sokov. His wife was in a car accident and is in the operating room. We want to know how she is doing. Since we can't enter the operating room, we can only trouble you to go in and take a look for us."

"Yes, Comrade Malenkov," the dean said respectfully, "I will be happy to serve you!"

Soon, the director opened the door of the operating room and walked straight in.

"Misha, don't worry." Malenkov patted Sokov on the back and comforted him, "We will know the situation inside soon."

As they were talking, the nurse who had taken the soldier to draw blood came over with several blood bags, looked at the people crowded in the corridor, opened the door of the operating room and walked in.

And the soldiers who went to draw blood also came back with Sabina.

Sokov walked up to the soldiers, raised his hand to salute them, and said politely: "Comrades, thank you for everything you have done for my wife."

"Comrade General," the soldiers hurriedly raised their hands to salute: "You're welcome. This is what we should do."

Seeing this, Malenkov asked Zhukov in confusion: "Comrade Marshal, what's going on?"

"Comrade Malenkov, the nurse just came out and said that Asia was bleeding heavily, and the blood bank in the hospital was out of blood. So we asked these soldiers to donate blood for Asia."

After listening to Zhukov's explanation, Malenkov finally understood why Sokov took the initiative to salute these guards.

A few minutes later, the dean, who had gone in to inquire about the news, came out.

"Comrade Dean, what's the situation inside?" Malenkov asked.

The dean looked at Malenkov standing in front of him, as well as the two marshals Zhukov and Rokossovsky, as well as the injured man’s husband, Admiral Sokov, and an unknown major general. He immediately felt like Alexander, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and said carefully: "The situation is very bad. The car accident caused severe internal bleeding. Whether he can be saved is still unknown."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sokov grabbed him by the collar and said, "My wife's life is in danger, what about the baby in her belly?"

The director struggled to free his clothes from Sokov's hands and said tremblingly: "Comrade General, please accept my condolences. When your wife came into the hospital, her amniotic fluid had already broken and the child showed signs of miscarriage. There was no other way, so our doctors had to perform an emergency abortion, and the child was already dead."

After hearing what the dean said, Sokov suddenly felt his eyes go dark, countless golden stars flashed before his eyes, and he swayed a few times before falling to the side. Fortunately, Rokossovsky was standing next to him and supported Sokov in time, so he didn't fall to the ground.

(End of this chapter)