The two returned to the door of the operating room, and several marshals immediately surrounded Molotov in the middle and asked him what Stalin had said. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But the mood of the political commissar of the hospital could not be calmed for a long time, and he kept thinking in his heart: "It turns out that the commander we are rescuing is the hero of the defense of Moscow - General Rokossovsky, and he needs to immediately tell the director this important news." ”

But when he walked to the door of the operating room, his hand had already touched the closed glass door, reason finally overcame the impulse, and he said to himself: "No, Comrade Dean is undergoing surgery, how can I casually break in and use such astonishing news to affect his emotions?" If the operation fails, no one can afford to take the blame. ”

Voroshilov's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the political commissar of the hospital was standing at the door of the operating room with a little distracted, and hurriedly reminded: "Hey, comrade political commissar, there is an operation going on inside, if there is nothing important, you should not go in and disturb them." ”

Hearing Voroshilov say this, the political commissar hurriedly covered up: "I just want to go in and ask, when will the operation be completed." ”

"Comrade commissar, don't go in." After answering the questions of the marshals, Molotov happened to hear the political commissar say this, and interjected: "Now that we know about Comrade Rokossovsky's injuries, we should not go in and disturb the doctors who are working, let's wait patiently here." ”

A group of people waited outside for more than an hour, and before the operation was over, they saw a nurse push open the door of the operating room and hurriedly walk out of it. The political commissar hurriedly stopped her and asked anxiously, "How is the situation inside?" ”

The nurse was taken aback by the big people around her, but fortunately, she saw that the person who asked her was the political commissar of the hospital she was familiar with, so she replied with some surprise: "Comrade political commissar, there was a heavy hemorrhage during the operation, and the dean asked me to go to the blood bank to get plasma." ”

"Then what are you still doing in a daze?" Before the political commissar finished speaking, he heard the loud Timoshenko urging the nurse: "Don't hurry up, if you delay the big event, can you be responsible?" ”

The nurse scrambled in agreement and ran briskly down the hallway towards the blood bank.

After the nurse left, Molotov asked the commissar a little unsteadily: "Comrade commissar, how much plasma do you have?" ”

"Comrade People's Commissar," replied the commissar respectfully, "the stock of plasma in our blood bank can generally be used for more than a week. ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, the nurse hurried back, her face full of anxiety. Seeing that she was only holding two bags of plasma in her hand, the commissar's heart sank suddenly, and he frowned and asked the nurse: "What's going on, why are there only two bags of plasma?" ”

"Comrade Commissar," said the nurse with a sad face, "Comrade Commissar, there are only these two bags of plasma left in the blood bank. ”

"According to the regulations, shouldn't our blood bank store enough plasma for at least a week?" The political commissar asked puzzledly: "Is it all used up?" ”

"That's right, Comrade Commissar." The nurse defended: "There are too many wounded in the past two days, and the plasma is used up a lot, and the new plasma is not delivered in time, so it ......"

"Comrade nurse," Molotov spoke, and he instructed the nurse: "You take these two bags of plasma first, and we will find a way to find the rest." After the nurse left, he asked the commissar: "How long will it take to mobilize plasma from the nearest hospital?" ”

The commissar raised his hand and looked at his watch, and then replied: "There is also a military hospital ten kilometers from here, and they should have enough plasma there." If you call now, it is estimated that the new plasma will be delivered in about a quarter of an hour. ”

Just as Molotov and the commissar were about to go back to the dean's office to make a call, an unexpected person appeared in the hallway. After Molotov saw the person who was coming, he immediately stepped forward quickly to shake hands with the other party, and at the same time asked puzzledly: "Comrade Boskrebeshev, how did you come here?" ”

While shaking hands with Molotov, Poskrekreshev replied: "Comrade Stalin is not at ease, so he sent me to take a look." Comrade People's Commissar, I wonder what happened to Rokossovsky? ”

"It's not good," Molotov said, shaking his head, "I just had a lot of bleeding during the operation, but the hospital blood bank has run out of plasma, and we are planning to call another hospital and urgently transfer a batch of plasma." ”

Seeing that Molotov was in a hurry to leave, Bosk Repekshev stopped him and said with the usual expression: "Comrade People's Commissar, don't worry, Comrade Stalin has long considered this possibility and specially asked me to bring a batch of plasma. After saying that, he turned around and ordered the people who followed him, "Hurry up and send the plasma to the operating room." ”

The two fighters carried a box full of plasma bags and followed the commissar briskly towards the operating room.

Seeing the soldiers carrying the plasma into the operating room, Boskrebeshev shook hands with several marshals waiting in the corridor one by one and politely shook hands with them.

After another long hour, the door to the operating room was finally pushed open from the inside, and the trolley on which Rokossovsky was lying was pushed out by two nurses. Seeing that Rokossovsky was pushed out, the bigwigs who were gathered around immediately surrounded him, shouting his name anxiously.

A nurse next to him politely said, "The wounded are still under anesthesia and it will take several hours to wake up." Please give way, we're going to push him to the ward. ”

Hearing the nurse say this, everyone flashed to the sides to make way for the trolley so that Rokossovsky could enter the ward as soon as possible.

When Molotov saw the dean who came out with the support of two doctors, he hurriedly greeted him and asked with concern: "Comrade dean, I don't know how Rokossovsky's situation is?" ”

Although he had never met Molotov before, he had already known the People's Commissar through a photo in the newspaper, and he quickly broke free from the doctor who was supporting him, straightened out his white coat and collar of military uniform, and then saluted Molotov: "Report to Comrade People's Commissar that the operation was successful, and all the shrapnel in his body has been removed." However, due to the severity of the injury and blood loss, it will take some time to recover. ”

After Boskobeshev waited for the dean to finish speaking, he also interjected and asked: "I heard that he seems to have suffered a spinal injury, and when the injury heals, there will be no sequelae, right?" ”

The dean hesitated for a moment before replying: "I am not very optimistic about the situation of the wounded. We can't say for sure if the nerves in my spine were damaged, so we don't know if he will be able to recover his mobility as before. ”

After listening to the dean's words, both Molotov and Pos Krebeshev were silent. After a long time, Molotov tentatively asked: "Comrade Dean, that means that even if Rokossovsky recovers from his injuries, he may be paralyzed?" ”

"That's the worst possible." The dean nodded, and said helplessly, "But we will try to avoid this situation." ”

Molotov saw that the dean's words made everyone depressed, and quickly changed the topic: "Okay, let's go to the ward to see Rokossovsky first." ”