Rokossovsky stayed in the hospital for two more days, and finally waited for the day of transfer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On Stalin's orders, Poskorebeshev personally went to the hospital to supervise the implementation of Rokossovsky's transfer. It was only after Rokossovsky was admitted to the ward of the inpatient department of the First Medical University that Boskrebeshev took his leave.

Although Rokossovsky was wearing a hospital gown and did not have any documents to prove his identity, the fact that he was personally accompanied by Poskosov already showed that he was an important person.

As soon as the dean and commissar accompanied Boskorebeshev away, the ward was crowded with young nurses who came to see the excitement. Rokossovsky looked at the nurses gathered around his bed with a smile on his face and asked, "Girls, are you gathered here to visit me like a polar bear?" ”

His words caused a burst of laughter from the nurses. A nurse asked curiously, "I heard that you are a general, is this true?" ”

Rokossovsky looked at the round-faced nurse and asked with interest: "Why do you think I am a general?" You know, maybe I'm just an ordinary conductor. ”

"You are in a single room of a senior commander," the little nurse patiently explained to Rokossovsky, "and when you entered the hospital, it was the dean and the commissar who actually came forward." And the middle-aged man who came with you, although I don't know who he is, but he must be a big man, otherwise it would be impossible for the two leaders of the hospital to accompany him personally......"

After listening to the little nurse's analysis, Rokossovsky asked with a smile: "Even if this is the case, it doesn't mean that I am a general, maybe I just happen to know a few big people." ”

Before the little nurse could speak, a nurse with a strong back squeezed into the room and shouted to the nurses gathered around the bed: "What are you all doing here, have you finished your work?" ”

When the nurses saw the fat woman, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and they didn't even dare to say a word, so they dispersed. The fat nurse walked up to Rokossovsky's window, bent down slightly, and said politely: "Comrade General, I am the head nurse here, and you will be in charge of it in the future." If there is anything you want, please do not hesitate to tell me. After saying that, he bowed respectfully and walked out of the ward.

In the afternoon, the doctor came to take Rokossovsky's blood pressure, and he actually asked him if he was the general's little nurse. When the little nurse was measuring her blood pressure, she took advantage of the doctor's inattention and whispered to Rokossovsky: "You are a big liar!" ”

When Rokossovsky heard her say this, he just smiled faintly, and then answered a series of questions from the doctor. Finally, he asked, "Comrade doctor, I don't know when I will be discharged?" ”

The doctor glanced at the medical records in his hand, and then said: "Comrade General, although you can get out of bed and walk around now, you can't do strenuous exercise yet, that is to say, if you want to return to the front, it is estimated that it will be a month at the earliest. ”

"What, another month?" Hearing that he would be in the hospital for another month, Rokossovsky felt crazy, he looked at the doctor and asked, "If I personally feel well, can I be discharged early?" ”

"No way!" The doctor replied firmly, "If you don't want to have any after-effects, then you should wait until your injuries have healed before you are discharged." As a doctor, I have to be responsible for your body. Well, Comrade General, the inspection that has just been carried out is over, so rest well. If you feel bored, you can go outside and chat with the other sick and wounded. Vanya, let's go! The latter words were said to the nurse who was packing up the blood pressure monitor.

Seeing that the doctor walked out of the ward first, Rokossovsky asked the little nurse teasingly: "Vanya, why did you just say that I was a big liar, aren't you afraid that I will report to the dean and the political commissar?" ”

"Oh, Comrade General, don't." Frightened by Rokossovsky's joke, Vanya quickly pleaded pitifully: "I'm just joking with you, if you complain to the dean and the commissar, I will definitely be criticized." Please, don't sue me, please! ”

"It's okay not to sue," Rokossovsky was in the underground hospital during this time, except for Tatiana who could chat a few words, and the rest of the medical staff were routine conversations, and they had already been suffocated, and at this moment they finally saw a lively little girl, and naturally they talked more, "Then you have to tell me, where did you know my identity?" ”

"It's not easy, just look at the medical records." Vanya pouted, "Although your name is only written on the medical records, I have seen your deeds in the newspapers a long time ago, so I know that you lied to me this morning." She finished packing her things, straightened up, and waved her hand at Rokossovsky, "I'm going to another ward, I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye!" ”

Seeing the little nurse walk out of the room, Rokossovsky's heart couldn't help but think of Borisova again, she had been on a business trip for more than half a month, but there was no news at all, and I don't know if she was in Kuibyshev at the moment, or went to a new city. In addition, there is the beautiful and empathetic female military doctor Tatiana, and I don't know if I will have the opportunity to see her again in the future.

Rokossovsky lay in bed for a while, and when he felt bored, he rolled over and got out of the bed, ready to go outside. When he walked out of the ward and looked at the empty corridor outside, he was a little dazed, not knowing where he should go.

But after only a moment's hesitation, he prepared to take a look at the hospital cafeteria on the ground floor, hoping to meet one or two people he knew there and learn about what was going on in front of him through them. Although he had long been able to walk on the ground, since his injuries had not yet healed, the slightest exertion would involve the wound on his back, so he could only hold on to the wall and walk slowly towards the staircase.

Fortunately, he was lucky, and when he walked to the top of the stairs, he met a wounded man who was less seriously injured. The man saw Rokossovsky walking down the stairs step by step, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and at the same time said loudly: "Hey, I said comrade wounded, your injuries don't look light, why don't you have a nurse to help you?" ”

Rokossovsky turned his head and grinned at the lightly wounded man who was supporting him, and said: "It's boring to stay in the ward, I want to go outside." I saw that the nurses were very busy, so I didn't want to cause them trouble. ”

"My name is Rienka, what's your name?" The lightly wounded man who helped Rokossovsky downstairs probably never dreamed that the person who was going downstairs with him was actually a general with great military achievements, and he was still asking with a big grin: "Where are you wounded?" ”

"My name is... Just call me Vasily. Rokossovsky hesitated for a moment, and in order not to frighten the other party, he still used a pseudonym: "I was wounded in the shelling of the German army, I was hit by several pieces of shrapnel in the back, wounded my spine and lungs, and I lay down for almost a month, and now I can finally get out of bed and walk." ”

"I say Vasily," said Lyonka, surprised, "your luck is good, I have several comrades-in-arms, all of whom were wounded in the back by shrapnel from the enemy, but they did not survive until they died, some died on the operating table, and some died of postoperative infections." ”

As far as he knew, his injuries were very serious, because the shell exploded at close range, and the shrapnel was embedded very deeply, and the director of the hospital who gave him the chief surgeon also took a lot of effort to get the shrapnel out. If he was not a general, but an ordinary soldier, it is estimated that he would really be like several of Liao Enka's comrades-in-arms, who either died on the operating table or died of postoperative infection, and it would be impossible for him to be able to walk around casually on the ground like he is now.

Rokossovsky, supported by Lyonka, went to the restaurant on the ground floor. As soon as he entered, he saw several long tables neatly arranged in the spacious dining room, and around the tables, there were soldiers in hospital gowns, some eating, while others chatting with the patients next to them.

The two came to the place where the food was fetched, and at the back of the long queue, Lyonka picked up a tray from the side, handed it to Rokossovsky, and told him: "Vasily, take this, and use this for food later." ”

After waiting in line for a few minutes, the two finally arrived at the window to receive their food. The old lady in the window took two slices of bread and threw them in the tray, and then put a bowl and a plate in the tray. The bowl contained a consommé with two cabbage leaves floating on it, while the plate contained a spoonful of barley porridge and two or three pickled cucumbers the size of a little thumb.

After the two of them took the tray and found a place to sit down, Rokossovsky pointed to the food on the plate and asked Lyonka in surprise: "What do you usually eat?" ”

"Yes," replied Lyonka, shoving the slice of bread into his mouth, "don't tell me that you don't usually eat these?" ”

When Rokossovsky heard him say this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and said to himself: I really don't eat this in my usual life, and my daily meals include vegetable salad, smoked fish, sausages, beetroot soup, and sometimes even exquisite black caviar.

Seeing that Rokossovsky did not speak, Lyonka continued: "Vasily, don't look down on the food in this hospital, as far as I know, the military hospitals in Moscow are of such standards. We can still guarantee at least three meals a day, whereas in the Leningrad military hospital, meals like this are only provided once a day. ”

Rokossovsky, who was munching on slices of bread, stopped and asked curiously: "Why is that?" ”

Lyonka looked left and right, saw the wounded closest to them, and did not notice the conversation between the two, so he lowered his voice and said: "Vasily, you don't know yet, Leningrad is under siege by the German army, and all communication with the outside world has been cut off. The much-needed food in the city could not be brought in, and the ration standards of the army and the population had to be lowered again and again. As far as I know, people are already starving to death in the city. ”

"Is it really that serious?" Although Rokossovsky had long known from the war report that Leningrad was under siege by the German army, he did not expect that people would begin to starve to death in the city.

"Yes, this is what I heard from a wounded man from Leningrad, absolutely not wrong." Lyonka was afraid that Rokossovsky would not believe what he said, and swore that "if you don't believe it, I can take you to meet him." He was seriously wounded during the Leningrad Breakout, but fortunately a transport plane carrying food was about to return, and he was lucky enough to leave the famine city with a group of seriously wounded men. ”

"Since he was seriously wounded, he was sent out of the city," Rokossovsky could not help but ask the question in his heart: "Then where did he learn that the food in the Leningrad hospital was poor?" ”

In response to Rokossovsky's question, a trace of bitterness appeared on Lyonka's face: "Vasily, do you think he was injured for the first time?" As early as July, when the Germans were still fighting with our troops in the Luga area south of Leningrad, he was wounded once; Less than half a month after he was discharged from the hospital, he was wounded again while defending the Dubrovka landing field on the Neva River. Plus this time, he was injured for the third time. ”

"What, he's wounded for the third time?" Rokossovsky's eyebrows couldn't help but rise, and he said in surprise: "I added this time, and it was the third time I was injured!" ”

Rokossovsky's words aroused Lyonka's curiosity, and he stared at Rokossovsky for a long time, thinking that this middle-aged wounded man must have a lot of stories, so he asked with interest: "What were you injured in the first two times?" ”

"When I was wounded the first two times, I was still a cavalryman." Rokossovsky recalls the dusty past: "The first time I had a narrow encounter with one of the enemy's senior officials, he shot me in the shoulder, and I gave him a fatal blow with my sabre; The second time, when I was leading my troops to charge at the enemy who had broken through the defensive line, my horse was killed by a shell, and when I fell to the ground, one of my legs was crushed. ”

"Comrade commander, please forgive me for my rashness!" When Lyonka heard this, he immediately realized that the patient he had just met in front of him must be a big man, and hurriedly stood up, ready to raise his hand to his forehead to salute, but was stopped by Rokossovsky.

"Alright, Comrade Lyonka," Rokossovsky said, after motioning for him to sit down, "you don't see that I am wearing the same hospital gown as you, so now you and I are equal, there is no difference between commander and soldier, we are friends, understand?" ”

"Clearly," replied Lyonka, nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice, "we are friends, not superiors." ”

Rokossovsky nodded with a smile and continued to ask: "Lyonka, which unit are you from?" ”