Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 94 Sadness
"What do you think, people?"

"Sir, sir, please don't, don't get excited, we have already notified the doctor." A nurse said in a crying voice.

"Notice! No one came after such a big incident. What did you notify?" A furious voice said.

Rosia hurriedly ran over and saw Heinrich holding a pistol against the nurse's forehead, with the same anger on his face as he did at the gate of the concentration camp that day.She stepped forward worriedly, pulled the poor nurse out from under the gun, turned around and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Heinrich glanced at her, still angry, and put down his gun with a sneer.

The nurse was so frightened that she hid behind Rosia in horror. She raised her head and glanced at a certain "Yaksha", then quickly lowered her head and trembled: "The wound of the patient who was operated on yesterday seems to be infected. He also went into shock just now. His blood pressure It dropped dramatically.”

"What?" Rosia was shocked and grabbed her shoulders with both hands: "Where is Dr. Jim? Where is Dr. John?"

"Already here." The nurse took a step back, suddenly feeling that this doctor was also very dangerous.

Two figures hurried up the stairs, the first being Dr. Jim, with a serious face and frowning, looking around at the people present, and looking at Werner inside through the glass, he quickly decided: "Quick, call The medical staff are in place and the operation will begin immediately.”

"Okay." The nurse quickly ran away holding the case sheet.

The place suddenly fell silent. Heinrich kept sneering, holding a gun in his hand with murderous intent.Rosia was very worried. She had a bad feeling in her heart, but she didn't dare to think too much about it.Dr. Jim frowned, and his beard covered half of his face. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Not long after, the staff who were involved in the operation yesterday quickly gathered in place. It was not yet work time, but because of Dr. Jim's blessing after yesterday's operation, they did not go home.

"The patient is infected. It may be that the cardiac tamponade was not treated well yesterday. I need to operate now. Can you do it?"

"Yes." The doctors and nurses all said in unison. Although they are not in the best condition yet, they need to encourage each other to cope with the next greater challenge than yesterday.

Heinrich has been watching coldly from behind, his aura is still strong, even if he doesn't speak, it makes everyone feel a chill.Time was running short, Dr. Jim only looked back at him, frowned, turned and left without speaking.

The others quickly followed, and when they went downstairs, they met Dick. He was holding a meal in his hand and seemed to be looking for Heinrich.

After they put on surgical clothes and disinfected, Werner had been sent to the operating room.Postoperative infection is more difficult to deal with in modern times, and it is easy to cause various unpleasant symptoms.And in this era without antibiotics, it is almost like a flag of death. No one can guarantee that people will be saved, but they must do their best to save them.

The condition of the wound was once again displayed in front of several people through the medical scanner. This time Rosia's hands began to shake inexplicably, and she could not stop no matter how calm she was.Her sight was on the patient's body, but all she could think of was Werner's face.

His blue eyes kept staring at her, but the scene in the entire operating room was reflected in his pupils. She saw his thin lips move slightly, and vaguely heard a weak but firm voice in her ears, which was very far away.

"Germany is fighting for its survival, and I can't escape!"

"I can't escape!"

She widened her eyes in horror and looked around, but she heard a vague echo:

"They know that every day may be their last, but they still move forward bravely, even if they die without regrets."

At that moment, she seemed to see countless soldiers, each of whom looked like Werner. They rushed into the enemy's position with submachine guns and fearless death.Blood, fighting, smoke, war.They were brave and courageous, but met with equally determined resistance.

It was a messy battlefield, with corpses everywhere, and behind it were the sad calls of relatives and friends, with neighing and rumbling voices in the ears.Her eyes felt sour, her hand shook, and the knife fell to the ground.

"Doctor Luo!" Jim shouted sharply.

Rosia suddenly came back to her senses and found that everyone was looking at her, returning to the original scene in the operating room.

Jim gave her a serious warning look, and lifted his chin to the side: "Increase the anesthesia."

The operation begins.

Penetrating injuries to the left ventricle are very difficult to treat, more than twice as difficult as those to the right ventricle, and Werner's condition was even worse.Shock causes blood pressure to drop rapidly, and no matter how the blood pressure is stabilized, it cannot return to the mean value. Infection makes the operation very difficult, and every step is so stressful that the heart bursts.The sweat on my forehead kept coming out, but it was wiped away by the logistics nurse in time.

"Boost!"

"It's reached its maximum."

"The vital signs weakened and the patient went into shock again."

"Cut the tube and keep your blood pressure stable no matter what." Jim blinked, his eyes red.

The long period of intense concentration made everyone present exhausted, but they still had to persevere.

A few hours passed, and there seemed to be no time during the operation. The wound was taken care of, but the blood pressure kept hovering on the edge of the danger line, and the constant increase in blood pressure only increased it a little.Dr. Jim observed the situation, and after initially stabilizing, he immediately ordered: "Turn on the pump."

The equipment next to him started running immediately, the blood circulated, and the heart in the chest began to beat.

"thump!"

"thump!"

Several doctors and nurses were exhausted, but when they heard the beating of the heart, they all smiled in unison.

As relieved.

Dr. Jim also breathed a sigh of relief and asked his assistant to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the nurse exclaim. A strange but familiar voice came from the operating table, as if someone The place was broken, and the flowing blood quickly burst out and surged out.

The sudden change made several people stunned. After being stunned for a moment, Dr. Jim quickly lowered his head to check. At this time, blood had already spread over his hand.

"The patient's signs of illness are disappearing."

"Do anti-shock first aid," Jim yelled.

The nurse wiped her sweat and said, "It can't be done anymore. His blood pressure has reached the lowest level."

"What happened? Not everything is fine." Jim went to plug the hole in his heart, but the blood was still flowing, and the instrument next to him showed that his heartbeat was gradually flattening.

The situation took a sudden turn for the worse that no one expected.

Rosia only felt that something was draining from her body. She watched blankly as the blood splashed out from Dr. Jim's hand and fell on the green surgical gown, forming a strange black spot.

Her mind was completely confused.

The instruments kept making harsh beeps. Jim and John went all out and tried their best. The operating table was in chaos, but there was nothing in her eyes, only Werner's blue eyes, like the sea, inside There are their smiles, their lives, and his Germany.

"no no!"

She retreated in panic, as if she had encountered something terrible, and staggered back to the door step by step. Her heart stopped, and the screams of the instruments kept torturing her ears. Men fled in embarrassment.

"Rosia!"

There was a roar from the operating room, it was Dr. Jim.

Rosia shook her head and raised her hands to cover her ears. The blood on her gloves stained her cheeks, just like the blood on the operating table was burning.She ran out frantically, her ears filled with the whistling wind.

No, no, no!
Werner will not die.

He is so young, decent, handsome and responsible. He is not the SS or a Nazi who has done many evil things. Why is there such a result? He is just for the survival of the motherland, why should he be punished with death.He was only in his twenties, at his most youthful age, how could he be buried in a foreign country.

For more than four years, she had cried for others, for the war, and for herself, but she had never been as sad as this time.

She has always calmly known that the chance of Werner surviving until the war is very small, but emotionally, she hopes that he can survive, she hopes that he will be one of the few, and she has also tried to persuade him, silently pray.But today, this extravagant hope was ruthlessly broken, as if her longing had been an illusion.

This is war, this is reality!A person's wishes and efforts are so feeble, as if all changes and all expectations must rely on miracles and God to complete.

We have known him for four years and have become inseparable relatives. Now, he leaves as decisively as he once went to the battlefield.

Rosia kept running wildly in the wind until she stopped under a tree.

She looked at the gloves covered in blood and shivered uncontrollably. She wanted to take them off but couldn't.

Once, twice... The gloves that couldn't be taken off were like her heart that was bound at the moment, and the bloody scene just now was in her mind, the instrument screamed in the darkness, swallowing Werner's life...

"Pap!" "Pap!", she lowered her head and leaned against the tree trunk, her tears rolling down and hitting the green surgical clothes bit by bit. The wet marks were like blood, but she couldn't make a sound.

Heinrich walked over from a distance, and saw a woman in green clothes standing under the tree from a distance. He was not sure at first, but when he got closer, he realized who it was, and he frowned.

"what are you doing?"

Rosia heard the voice and turned around, her red eyes still stained with tears. She wanted to say something, wanted to vent something, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't help but said: "I, I... can't take it off anymore." …”

Heinrich lowered his head and glanced at her red hands, walked over in a few steps, held her wrist, and took off the gloves with a force of his other hand.

"Huh, idiot! What other stupid things can you do?"

After staying in the 21st century, this kind of word can no longer be called insulting.Rosia was also used to being scolded by him. At this moment, besides feeling sad, she only had a desire to talk.

Heinrich followed suit and took off the other glove.His left wrist was wrapped with a bandage, and when he held her wrist, he held it very lightly.

"You go back and rest, I'll go up and see Werner."

As he spoke, he threw the two bloody gloves into the trash can on the roadside and turned to leave.But after taking two steps, he stopped again and froze.

He heard a voice behind him.

"...Hai, Heinrich... Werner is dead, Werner just died..."

Rosia didn't know what she was going to do now, and she didn't know what was going on in her mind. What happened today was unbearable. She just wanted to find someone to talk to, even if it was just to share a little bit of pressure, just a little bit would be enough so that she wouldn't collapse. invisible.

"……he died!"

Heinrich froze in place. He heard the sobbing behind him and felt as if something was collapsing.Turning around, Rosia was still standing under the tree, with red eyes and tears rolling inside.

"...I watched his heartbeat stop, and he was lying on the operating table in front of me. There was blood everywhere. I didn't understand why him, why Werner, he was only in his 20s. , he hasn’t even seen the future. Two more years, two more years and it will be over, everything is over, why now!”

Heinrich had a stiff face and walked over with difficulty. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed her shoulder.

"What did you say?"

This force was extremely strong, but Rosia seemed to be grabbing a piece of driftwood while drowning. His hands supported her from falling, crying: "I didn't mend his heart, he was injured and I I didn’t know it right away. For the first time in my two lives, I made a mistake, but it happened to Werner. Is this retribution? Is it that what I thought before was too ridiculous, or that I had too much hope!"

Heinrich had no idea what she was talking about. He just grabbed her shoulders and looked at her, as if a terrible whirlpool appeared around him: "What are you talking about? Who are you, damn you?" say what?"

He suddenly let go of his hand angrily and took a step back, his eyes full of madness and disbelief: "Who is it? Who is that person?"

Rosia looked at his receding figure, feeling even more sad in his heart.

Heinrich and Werner grew up together. They shared the joys and sorrows and fought together. Their relationship was definitely heavier than hers, and it was even harder to accept it now.

He said something again. The distance was far away, and Rosia didn't hear it clearly at all. She saw him suddenly turning around and walking away, with panicked footsteps and his black back quickly disappearing at the end of the path.

This road, no one else, no one has set foot on, only at this time, carries the sorrow of two sad people.

Rosia didn't know how she walked back. She seemed to see the painful face of Aunt Mesa, and the deep confusion on the face of Pino who had just woken up.She passed them blankly, then slowly walked around the hospital back to the nightmare operating room.

Werner is gone.

The blood stains on it were still bright and dazzling.

She walked to the sink, received a bucket of water, then walked back to the operating table and began to wipe the blood on it bit by bit.

Every time, it reminded her of yesterday and the scene just now.

It shouldn't be wrong, nothing should happen!

She still can't believe this fact is true.

And Heinrich, who suffered more than she did.Before that, his mind had been instilled by the Nazis, and he also had beliefs, even more crazy.Will he, who is already half a lunatic, embark on a more crooked and twisted path in the years to come and never be able to look back during the war?
she does not know.

Rosia tried harder and harder, but the blood on the operating table could not be wiped off no matter how hard she wiped it.

Tears blurred his vision again.

(End of this chapter)