Steel Soviet Union

Compared with Karachev covering his nose and Malashenko frowning, Anya and Egor standing next to the two big men looked much better.

At least Anya didn't cover her nose yet, while Yegor looked more like he was used to the smell here and had a bland look on his face. Just like the Warcraft youth who stayed in the Internet cafe for a whole month in later generations, got out of the Internet cafe and carried a box of Kang Shuaifu instant noodles at the entrance kiosk, and then went back to the Internet cafe after less than five minutes to continue fighting. They are all so ordinary and ordinary.

"Okay, let's start working, Yegor, where is your mother?"

The little boy pointed to a corner of the air-raid shelter hall. It was about twenty or thirty meters away from where Malashenko was currently. It was not too far away. Malashenko could see it after looking across dozens of people. A rather weak-looking woman was leaning against the wall, looking in bad condition and motionless.

Yegor, who had given the direction, was still the first one to run towards his mother. His dexterous steps as he walked between people who were raising their feet appeared to be extremely experienced.

On the contrary, Malashenko and his party of three who followed Yegor seemed relatively unfamiliar.

With one foot sticking out, it was either a human head or a human body, and it was difficult to even find a place to stay. Malashenko, who estimated that the density of people here could reach 5 people per square meter, couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"This bloody war"

When Malashenko and his three men, who were walking like acrobats, arrived at their destination, little Yegor was already nestling next to his mother and began to speak words of comfort.

"Mom, can you hear me? Mom."

The weak woman, wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the wall, moved her body slightly.

"Egor, is it you? My little Yegor."

"It's me, mom! I found the great hero everyone is talking about! It's the leader Malashenko. He has brought a doctor and a nurse to treat you. You will definitely get better."

The mother hugged her child's little head for fear of losing her child again. The child who should have been protected by mother's love was turned upside down and became the person who comforted the mother.

Such a sharp and huge uncomfortable contrast once again touched the softest part of Malashenko's heart.

"Go ahead, Karachev, do what you have to do, and Anya will help him."

"Okay, comrade leader, let's begin."

Karachev took off the portable medical kit on his shoulder and began to take out the tools and medicines with Anya's assistance to start his own work.

On the side, Yegor's mother, whose eyesight was obviously severely defective and could hardly see clearly, seemed a little panicked. She really didn't expect that the Red Army tank hero everyone was talking about would personally bring people to see a doctor for her. .

"Comrade Commander Malashenko, I really caused you trouble! My child is not sensible and ran out and disappeared when I couldn't see clearly. I really don't know what to say. Thank you. , thank you so much.”

"I don't know what to say." This is not only the true state of mind of Yegor's mother at this moment, but also the only way of expression that Malashenko can think of, who only has mixed feelings in his heart.

Kalachev, who has extremely high medical attainments, is proficient in surgery, and knows a lot about internal medicine, is a rare talent. Keeping him can be said to be one of Malashenko's biggest gains in Stalingrad, if not the same. Anya's words came in vain.

Karachev, who helped Malashenko a lot, played no worse role than Karamov, who had a similar name. One of the two men was Malashenko's "physician", and the other was an equally important "physician". "General Manager", there are more and more situations that make Malashenko feel that this Karachev is more than just "doing things smoothly".

On the battlefield, if there is a top medical student from the United States who can handle all the troubles for him, he can really solve a lot of troubles.

"Okay, now relax, ma'am, breathe evenly, yes, that's it"

Kalachev, who had already begun the operation, first checked the patient's eyes. Whether it was based on the actual performance after contact or the child's previous description, eye problems should be the biggest pathological symptom. There is no one. .

Malashenko is a real expert on how to physically conquer Germany, but when it comes to medicine, he is completely blind: he is completely blind.

Watching Karachev holding a flashlight in his hand and looking at the patient's eyelids, he was performing meticulous operations. Anya, who was squatting aside, was also holding various medical tools on standby, ready to hand them out at any time, and was just standing there eating melons and watching the show. Malashenko actually felt that he was a bit redundant.

"It's a weird feeling, but why the hell do I feel weird? This is so fucking weird."

Malashenko, who looked at the tacit cooperation between Kalachev and Anya, just started to murmur. After a facial operation and simple questioning, Kalachev, who had roughly diagnosed the condition, finally turned off the flashlight in his hand.

"Fortunately, it's a condition that's easy to deal with. It's not a big problem. Comrade Leader, he has night blindness."

Night blindness is a special disease that mostly occurs in soldiers during wartime. Generally speaking, it is rarely seen in civilians. At night or in dimly lit places, you cannot see your hands and fingers. Even if you shine a bright light, it is no different than looking at a candle. This is the most common symptom of this special disease.

The causes of this disease are both congenital and acquired, but generally speaking, in wartime situations it is definitely acquired, and most of the time it is caused by food malnutrition.

Of course, as Kalachev said, it is not difficult to cure this disease, as long as the food is properly prepared and nutrition is supplemented.

However, this is precisely the most difficult thing to do in Stalingrad right now.

Karachev, who put away the tools at hand, stood up and came to Malashenko's side, and began to report to Malashenko the condition he had detected.

"The patient is very deficient in vitamin A. Do you know what vitamin A is? Comrade leader."

Malashenko had a dark look on his face when he heard this. He was obviously dissatisfied with being treated as a fool, but after thinking about it, Malashenko felt inconvenient and finally nodded.

"OK, since you know, I don't have to explain it. The problem now is that the disease can be cured by just supplementing enough vitamin A in daily food, but it is estimated that it will be difficult to do so in the current situation in Stalingrad. Animal viscera, Dairy products, eggs, and fruits are all extremely scarce food. Even soldiers cannot eat these things, let alone ordinary civilians. "

"Although the condition is not very serious now, it is only in the early stages. But if it continues like this, the corneas may soon dry up and shrink until complete blindness. Do you have any good solutions? Comrade leader."