At the temporary military hospital at the Timiryazev Academy, the director and commissar suddenly received a call from the Kremlin saying that an important person was seriously injured and would soon be sent to the hospital for first aid, and that they should immediately organize the most experienced doctors in surgery and operate on the wounded as soon as they arrived. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After receiving this call, the dean immediately arranged for the manpower to perform the operation, and then asked the political commissar with a frown: "I said Comrade political commissar, what do you say that someone is injured, and it is worth asking the Kremlin to call us personally to explain the task?" ”

"Could it be that one of the marshals was wounded in battle?" Perhaps it is because since the establishment of this military hospital, it has received countless middle and high-ranking commanders, and everyone feels a little numb to the wounded commanders at the general level. Therefore, after receiving a call from the Kremlin, the two directly guessed that it was the marshal of the Supreme Command who was accidentally seriously injured while inspecting the front line.

When the dean heard the political commissar say this, he shook his head and said, "It's impossible, I haven't heard of any marshal inspecting the front line recently, so I don't think the wounded person can be at the level of marshal." ”

"Comrade Dean," the political commissar and other deans immediately retorted: "From the establishment of the hospital to the present, how many commanders at the level of generals have we received, who do you see have such a big face, and the people have not yet arrived, and the call from the Kremlin came first?" ”

"Okay, Comrade Political Commissar, since you can't think of it, don't think about it." The dean urged the political commissar, "Let's take a few people to the door of the hospital to meet the wounded!" ”

Outside the door of the military hospital is an open field, I don't know whose proposal is, saying that since there is such a large open space at the door, then it can be opened up as a temporary flight runway, and if there are any important wounded in the future, they can land directly at the door, and then carry them into the operating room on a stretcher.

But not long after the runway was built, the great counteroffensive under the city of Moscow began. Although military hospitals receive a large number of wounded and sick from the front line every day, this runway has never been used.

Just when the dean and the commissar took a few fighters to the gate and went to wait for the plane that was about to land. A few little nurses who were at work noticed this strange phenomenon and discussed it privately: "Look, the dean and the political commissar have gone to the door with people, do you think there are any important people coming?" ”

"I don't think so," said one nurse disapprovingly, "the medical conditions in our military hospital are not the best, so why did any important person send them to us?" ”

"Don't you see the runway outside the door?" Another nurse retorted: "Maybe there are important wounded people who can't withstand the bumps on the road, so they have to be transported to us by plane for treatment and then transferred to another hospital." ”

"Are you all idle and have nothing to do?" Just as the nurses were discussing, the stern voice of the head nurse suddenly came from behind them: "Have you finished changing the medicine for the wounded?" Have you washed the bandages you replaced? ……”

Hearing the head nurse's series of questions, several young nurses stuck out their tongues and hurriedly scattered to busy their respective work.

The plane carrying Rokossovsky landed on the snow-cleared runway in front of the hospital. Before the plane could stop, the dean and the political commissar rushed up with people. The hatch of the plane opened, and the fighters above handed Rokossovsky down with a stretcher.

After Rokossovsky was admitted to the operating room, for the sake of safety, the dean personally presided over the operation inside, while the political commissar stood outside the door, so that if there was any emergency, he could deal with it in time.

An hour after the operation, a group of soldiers appeared on the other side of the corridor, and they drove out the doctors, nurses, and wounded and sick in the corridor, and then set up a sentry in the corridor.

Seeing this, the political commissar walked up to the officer with a frown, and said with a serious expression: "Comrade commander, I am the political commissar of the military hospital, please explain to me, what is the purpose of your doing this?" ”

After listening to the political commissar's identification, the officer leading the team raised his hand to salute him and introduced himself: "Hello, Comrade Political Commissar, I am from the Central Guard Regiment, and Marshal Timoshenko, Marshal Budyonny, Marshal Voroshilov and Comrade Molotov will come here to visit the wounded later, so I must do the necessary guard work." ”

Hearing that so many big people were coming, the commissar couldn't help but be stunned. After a long time, he asked tremblingly: "Comrade commander, can you tell me who the wounded are inside?" There are so many big people who want to visit him. ”

The officer looked at the commissar and said word by word: "Comrade commissar, although your position is higher than mine, according to the secrecy regulations, I can only tell you that the person lying in the operating room is a hero, a hero who was wounded in the battle to defend our great motherland. ”

"I see, Comrade Commander." The political commissar nodded, and said with a serious expression: "We will do our best to rescue him, and we will definitely save him." ”

"Thank you!" The officer said, put his feet together, raised his hand and saluted the political commissar with a solemn military salute.

After another ten minutes, Timoshenko and Budyonny came to the operating room together and asked the somewhat nervous commissar: "How is the situation inside?" ”

The commissar looked at the appearance of these big men who usually only saw photos in the newspaper and heard the voice on the radio, and replied in a little panic: "Report, the operation is still continuing!" ”

"I know that the operation is still going on," the anxious Timoshenko heard the political commissar say this, and immediately asked impatiently: "I want to ask how the wounded are, is there any danger to their lives?" ”

"I don't know," the commissar nervously replied, "since the operation, no one has come out of it, so I can't know what the situation is." ”

Just as Timoshenko was about to get angry, Molotov stopped him, and then said to the commissar in a gentle tone: "Comrade commissar, although no one has come out of the operating room, you, as the commissar of the hospital, have every right to go inside to understand the injuries of the wounded and to grasp the progress of the operation. Are you right? ”

"Yes, yes," the political commissar nodded hurriedly and said, "I'll go in and have a look." ”

After the political commissar opened the glass door of the operating room and walked in, Timoshenko looked at Molotov and said with emotion: "Comrade Molotov, you still have a way, just let this political commissar help us understand the situation in a few words." ”

"Comrade Marshal," Molotov said, looking at Timoshenko, who was a head taller than himself, with a serious expression, "Comrade Stalin is anxious to know about Rokossovsky's current situation, so we must find a way to find out the situation as soon as possible. Just now, the political commissar of the hospital has frightened him when he sees so many of our big people appearing at the same time, and it is normal for him not to know how to react for a while, so we have to try to resolve his nervousness. ”

While the two were talking in a low voice, the commissar came out of the operating room. The two immediately stopped talking and turned their gaze to the commissar. The commissar raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's all figured out, shrapnel hit the wounded man's spine, passed through the middle of the flank and pierced the lungs, but fortunately the heart was not touched." ”

As soon as the political commissar finished speaking, Timoshenko nervously asked: "Is there a danger to life?" ”

"If the operation is successful," the commissar said carefully, "then the wounded will be completely out of danger." ”

Molotov considered the problem more comprehensively than Timoshenko, and after understanding some details, he then asked: "Comrade commissar, where do you have a telephone here, I need to make a phone call to the Kremlin immediately." ”

"It's in the dean's office upstairs." The political commissar glanced at the closed door of the operating room, hesitated for a moment, and then said decisively: "I can take you there." ”

"Then don't delay, take me there immediately." Molotov commanded in a stern tone.

A few minutes later, Stalin received a call from Molotov. After listening to the introduction, he was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "Comrade Molotov, I want to ask, how much hope do you think Rokossovsky has to live?" ”

Molotov pondered for a long time about Stalin's question before slowly answering: "Comrade Stalin, I can't answer your question. Whether Rokossovsky can get out of danger depends entirely on the success of the ongoing operation. According to my observations, the medical conditions here are still a bit poor, do you think you can send some experienced surgeons to assist in the operation? ”

"Comrade Molotov, we have to believe in our comrades in the military hospital." Stalin did not hesitate to reject Molotov's request, and said euphemistically: "Even if we immediately summon qualified doctors and rush to the military hospital, it is estimated that the operation will be in its final stages, and this will not help much in the matter." ”

"Well, Comrade Stalin." Seeing that Stalin rejected his proposal, Molotov did not insist on his opinion any longer, but said along the way: "I will report to you in time with the latest situation!" ”

Through the conversation between Molotov and Stalin, the commissar of the hospital learned that the wounded person was actually the commander of the 16th Army, Lieutenant General Rokossovsky, and he immediately remembered that a week after the start of the great counteroffensive, the first page of Pravda published portraits of Zhukov, the commander of the Western Front, and the commanders of the armies under his leadership. The caption above Rokossovsky's portrait reads: "General Rokossovsky's troops, while pursuing the 5th, 10th, 11th divisions of enemy tanks, the SS division and the 35th infantry division, liberated the city of Istria ......"