Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 102
There is no longer a war in Smolinsk, so this hospital cannot be regarded as a field hospital. At most, it is a rear area and a medical point.

There are also nurses sent by the Red Cross to provide medical assistance here, but there are no nurses from Paris.

The main responsibility of doctors is to treat officers and seriously wounded soldiers. The frontline supplies are scarce, so the effectiveness of nurses is reflected. They try their best to reduce the use of medical supplies without affecting the lives of soldiers.

Rosia has worked in many hospitals, and there is nothing she can't adapt to here except the weather.She had just settled down and on her first night at work, she started writing two letters, one to Mrs. Adeline and one to Dr. Jim.When she wrote the letter, she also thought about sending it to Aunt Mesa, but she didn't dare to think about it because she couldn't imagine what it would be like when Aunt Mesa knew that she had also plunged into the Soviet Union, a den of thieves. reaction.

There was a reply to both letters. Dr. Jim knew her current situation and was very sorry that she could not go back. He could only give her a red cross dispatch note and indicate her identity as a neutral organization member.In this way, her name here is not considered unjust, and no one is allowed to harm neutral personnel at will except under special circumstances, and necessary protection must be provided in crisis situations.

Although Rosia rationally feels that in this chaotic period, various treaties are at best a piece of waste paper, but the psychological effect is still very obvious, at least when she goes to bed at night, she feels a lot more at ease.

In medical points in the Soviet Union, the most indispensable thing is the wounded. Now that the Battle of Stalingrad is raging, the German troops sent from there are almost unbearable to watch.Walking in the aisle, listening to the heart-rending screams of pain, Rosia found that this batch of wounded seemed particularly... miserable!

There were three planes and eight trucks bringing the wounded. All the vehicles were parked in front of the hospital. Before they even got close, they heard bursts of wailing.

All the nurses in the hospital were mobilized and sorted them out at the door. Those who were seriously injured were anesthetized and carried in for surgery. Those who could not die could only be thrown on the ground at the door and let them howl first.

Rosya doesn't understand Russian, and she doesn't understand the language with many people here. She can barely get by by speaking some German when necessary.Sorting is the most cruel part of the entire hospital. All nurses are least willing to face it, but they still have to do it.

A stretcher was carried in front of her, and the intestines of the wounded person on it had already flowed out. The nurse yelled, stretched out his hand and stuffed the intestines back. The guy fainted on the spot as soon as he saw it. He didn't know it was because of the pain. Yes, I'm still scared.

As soon as I entered, I saw all the disabled and sick people lying in the huge hall. They were still carrying the remaining snow from outside. Only the collars and stomachs where the temperature was slightly higher melted into water, but became more clammy.

Rosia saw a soldier lying at her feet. His left calf was completely broken, but his blood was so cold that it couldn't flow out at all. The soldier hadn't even fainted yet, so he was half-lying there, howling heart-breakingly.This is not considered a serious injury here, but no one came to give him anesthesia.

The doctor was already busy and disappeared. Rosia herself had just returned from counting the medicines outside. She walked past the wounded man and tried not to look sideways, but someone grabbed her trouser leg.

"Nurse, nurse, please help me..." The injured person's face was covered with blood, and the hand holding her clothes was completely burned and black.

Rosia met his painful eyes and was stunned for a moment, but before she could think of anything, the strange feeling disappeared again.

"I still have a wife and a three-year-old child. I don't want to die here. Nurse, please help me, help me..." He was unwilling to let go, and tears of pain filled his blue eyes. His eyes began to turn white.

Rosia knelt down and stretched out her hand to hold his broken leg. The wounded man groaned and couldn't help shouting loudly.

Heart-piercing pain.

She quickly raised her hand and waved to the nurse in the distance: "Come here and give this soldier some morphine."

The nurse had already been overwhelmed by countless soldiers. Rosia shouted several times before she heard the sound and hurriedly ran over with the medical kit. Within a short distance, she encountered countless soldiers waving to her.In the weather, which was more than ten degrees below zero, she was already sweating profusely.

"Doctor Luo, are you sure you want to give him a shot?" The nurse wiped the sweat from his forehead, took one look at him, and wanted to leave.

"Hit, can't you see that part of his leg has been broken?" Rosia asked.

"But," the nurse frowned, "there are more seriously injured people, and our medical supplies are simply not enough."

Rosia was about to say something more when a cold voice suddenly came from behind: "Give him a call. The lack of supplies is not our problem. Let's call Berlin to airlift the supplies immediately."

The two of them turned around and saw a tall woman walking over. It was Sophie, the head nurse here.She is German, but she has a typical Russian appearance. She is very tall, cold and unpopular, but no one dared to object to what she said in the hospital, so the nurse who was hesitant just now knelt down immediately. , took out a needle from the medical kit and injected a tube of morphine into the soldier's leg.

The wailing soldier slowly stopped, and the pain on his face gradually solidified and turned into numbness, and then a gray aura emanated from him.

The two stood up, head nurse Sophie waved her hand, and the nurse left sweating profusely to deal with other wounded people.Rosia nodded at her and turned around to leave, but before she could take a step forward, she was stopped.

"Doctor Luo!" The cold head nurse Sophie turned on the freezing mode again.

Rosia felt a chill all over her body, and a bad feeling came over her. Sure enough—

"Don't you remember that you are a doctor, and a doctor should have the responsibility of a doctor. Are you wasting precious time that can save a life doing the work of a nurse? Then why do you still get a doctor's salary?"

"I……"

"You don't need to explain at all, you can already do more meaningful things during this time!"

"That……"

"Then," the cold head nurse Sophie interrupted her again: "You can go to the front to discuss with the German commander and ask them to send new medical supplies as soon as possible."

"..."

After talking about it for a long time, she was told to do something else.Rosia was full of complaints, but she didn't dare to touch the edge, so she had to go to the front to negotiate honestly.

Hitler took his subordinates quite seriously, and he threatened to capture Stalingrad at all costs, so the support here is still a little bit strong.The German officer in charge of this aspect was well aware of the battlefield situation and the extent of the consumption of medical supplies. He promised that new supplies would be flown in from Berlin soon.

After Rosia finished her work, she returned to the hospital again. This time, there were three more truckloads of injured people at the door.Forty or fifty people were crammed into a car, and now there were more than 100 people.All the head nurses of the sorting team were so angry that they shouted at the door regardless of their appearance: "Aren't there only eight cars? Why are there so many more people?"

A noncommissioned officer on the opposite side also roared and explained: "The Soviet Union sneak attacked our position, the entire factory collapsed, and all the soldiers there were injured."

Not only that, there were five or six seriously injured officers crammed into the two military jeeps. The door opened, and an officer smelling of gunpowder smoke came out. At first glance, he looked like the kind of man who had swallowed all the shells on the battlefield. Before the man could even reach the front, the gun in his hand had already been cocked, pointing at a group of nurses at the door and yelling: "What are you doing? Hurry up."

He spoke in Russian, and Rosia didn't understand it, but she found that everyone was moving faster, and the head nurse who was dissatisfied just now became silent.Just by looking at the gun, you don't need to guess what the officer said.

She hurriedly walked past in front of her, and was about to enter the hall, when the officer behind suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

In Russian, Rosia thought he meant faster, so she slipped her feet and skated faster. Unexpectedly, as soon as she crossed the threshold, someone grabbed her by the back collar, and she was lifted out as soon as she was hanging.

The fiery officer pointed a gun at her head. Rosia was frightened to death by the biting coldness and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke, and her heart almost jumped into her throat.She quickly raised her hands. The language barrier was the worst thing, but she didn't even know how she died in the end.

The nurse not far away subconsciously shrank her head when she saw this scene, but the officer didn't even look at her. He only noticed the doctor's uniform and carried her out by the collar, like he was carrying a rabbit. .

Rosia felt a throbbing pain in her neck, and was filled with grief and anger. She kept holding her neck and was lifted in front of a jeep.

"Look, how is he?"

Rosia couldn't understand what he was talking about, but sitting in the passenger seat in front of her was an officer with a bloody face. There was already a hole in his forehead. It was so cold now that he couldn't bleed at all. .The officer closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless. He could tell at a glance that he was seriously injured. He thought he wanted to see the gunpowder jar behind him to let her see what was going on.

Rosia stretched out her hand tremblingly. No one could calm down with a gun on his head.She stretched out two fingers and pressed them on the officer's neck. As soon as she touched them, she felt a chill in her heart. She trembled and felt a little bad. Then she put her hands to her nose, where there was no breathing.

This officer has...

"He, he is dead!" Rosia retracted her hand and said in German with her eyes closed.

The person behind her took a breath, and Rosia subconsciously leaned forward. No matter how crazy the German army was, they could not harm the medical staff in the hospital. She was not afraid that she would be killed, but she was afraid that the guy behind her would get angry. If he gets angry at her again, it won't be good if he stumbles and gets slightly injured.

The words fell for a long time, and there was silence behind her. She was a little strange. She turned around hesitantly, and raised her head just in time to see a dark face. The outline was a bit familiar, but the person had been burnt by the flames of war and could not be recognized. .

"You, you..." Rosia stared at him for two seconds, her eyes widened in surprise, a little unbelievable.The other party also pulled her out of the car door and frowned: "Is it really you? Why are you here?"

"I..." Rosia uttered a syllable, and suddenly she couldn't speak. She took two steps back, took a closer look at him, then lowered her head and mumbled: "Just...inexplicably, he came here by accident. But... why are you here? Are you injured? "

Heinrich let go of his hand after hearing this, stood up straight, pulled off his gloves, and said in a calm tone: "Nothing, just sending a few people over."

As he spoke, he turned around and waved, and two soldiers ran over from the opposite side. They carefully carried the dead officer out of the car and placed it in an open space on the left side of the door, where the body was specially placed.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn. Heinrich held up his hat and asked, "Do you have anything to eat here?"

Rosia was stunned for a moment and thought for a moment: "It should be... yes!"

"Then, lead the way."

He said to lead the way, but he was the first to enter. Rosia curled her lips and followed him in.

It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and it's getting dark in the Soviet Union, but there's no food ready in the canteen.There are too many wounded people today, the weather is cold, and cooking is not an easy task.

Seeing that his face was about to turn darker, Rosia hurriedly said: "I still have some food stored there, how about you eat some first?"

Heinrich hummed from his nose, seemingly reluctantly.Rosia didn't bother him anymore and went straight to the dormitory building at the back.After waiting for a short while, I heard footsteps coming from behind.

Rosia lives on the third floor, which is a pretty good location. She can get the meager sunshine in winter without being frostbitten by the cold air underground.The only advantage of being in the Soviet Union is that there is more land, fewer people, and the hospitals are bigger. Although they are a little simpler, the personal space is two or three times that in Paris.

The place where she lives alone has a partition, the bathroom is separated from the bedroom, and there is a small storage room, which is very spacious.As for men entering women's rooms, she has already calmed down. In such an open country, such things are colorless and pure.

Rosia opened the door, and a wave of warmth rushed into the room.

The weather was so cold that she had to light a brazier in the house at all times, and the small window in the living room was left open for ventilation.Hearing the footsteps entering the door, Rosia turned back and glanced at him: "I think you should take a shower first and then eat. I just need time to heat up the food."

Heinrich was noncommittal, he walked to the bathroom as instructed, and closed the door.Rosian people are afraid of the cold, so they boil water all the time, even if they spend a little money, they will never get frostbite.

She took the food she usually stored to borrow a fire next door. Across the street lived a young Polish couple, a Hungarian couple, who were also medical staff sent by the Red Cross to provide frontline medical assistance.I don’t know if it’s because Bello is also a Hungarian, but Rosia has a good impression of the young couple. Of course, they are indeed warm-hearted and kind.

When she walked to the door of the living room, Rosia looked at the pair of black combat boots and suddenly felt a little unhappy. She raised her foot and kicked it. Unexpectedly, the boots were so heavy that they made a "pop" sound. She was startled. Looking back quickly, there seemed to be nothing unusual in the bathroom. She breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and hurried out.

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