Looking at the back of Borisova leaving, Rokossovsky smiled at Lobachev, who was sitting next to him, and said gratefully: "Thank you!" ”

Although it was only one word, Lobachev understood what Rokossovsky wanted to express, and the other party thanked him for Borisova's arrival at the hospital, he grinned and said in a low voice: "Comrade commander, don't forget, I am your political commissar and military commissar, and it is also my duty to care about your personal life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"How's the situation at the front?" Rokossovsky asked briefly.

"The situation is not good," Lobachev said, shaking his head, "since you were wounded, the command system of the army group has been thrown into disarray, and the Germans have taken the opportunity to take back the town of Maklaki. At the moment we are organizing forces to constantly launch counterattacks against the Germans, preparing to drive them back away. ”

Rokossovsky was taken aback by the news that the town of Maklaki was lost, and he instinctively wanted to sit up and ask Lobachev what was going on, because in the days he had awakened, no one had told him about the front. As soon as he moved, he pulled the wound, and the severe pain forced him to continue lying still.

Just as Lobachev was softly briefing him on the specifics of the front, the dean walked in from outside, accompanied by Bosk Rebeshev. As soon as he entered, he saw a political worker sitting next to Rokossovsky's bed, and the nurse he had arranged for was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't help but say angrily: "Hell, why isn't this nurse there, where did she go?" ”

Lobachev was deeply afraid of arranging a meeting between Borisova and Rokossovsky, so he hurriedly covered for the nurse and said: "I have important things to discuss with Rokossovsky, and it is a little inconvenient for the nurse to be present, so I let her leave first." ”

"Hello, Comrade Rokossovsky!" Boskrebeshev stepped forward and shook hands with Rokossovsky, who was lying on the hospital bed, and then said: "How are you feeling today?" ”

"I'm fine," Rokossovsky replied with difficulty, "it's just that the wound hurts badly!" ”

Boskrebeshev turned his gaze to the dean, who was standing beside him, as if he wanted to get the answer he wanted from him. The dean hurriedly replied in a panic: "Comrade Boskrebeshev, you know that Comrade General's injuries are very serious, even if we use the best special medicine, it will take time, it is impossible to use it today, tomorrow people will be able to jump alive, and it will take time for the recovery of injuries." ”

The dean walked to the bedside, looked at Rokossovsky and asked, "Comrade General, if you really can't stand the pain, we can give you morphine injections to relieve the pain." ”

As soon as Rokossovsky heard the morphine, he immediately shook his head and said resolutely: "Thank you, Comrade Dean. Morphine is still reserved for comrades who need it more, and I can still bear this pain. Although he said it so eloquently, Rokossovsky thought to himself that although morphine has a good pain-relieving effect, it will become resistant after a few injections, and after a week, he will become addicted, and he can't become an addict.

While the dean and Rokossovsky were in the moment, Boskrebeshev stretched out his hand to Lobachev, who was standing beside the bed, and asked with a smile: "Comrade Lobachev, I have seen you before." ”

"Hello, Comrade Boskorebeshev." Lobachev behaved unusually deferentially to this secretary of Stalin: "It's a pleasure to meet you here!" ”

"You're here to see General Rokossovsky, right?"

"Yes," Lobachev said while shaking hands with Boskrebeshev and looking at Rokossovsky lying on the bed, "After the commander was wounded, all the commanders and fighters were very worried about his injury, so I came on their behalf, hoping that he would recover soon and return to the front line to lead us in the fight against the Germans." ”

Rokossovsky, who was lying on the bed, after hearing the words of his military commissar, endured the pain of the wound and said word by word: "I really hope that the wound will heal soon, so that I can return to the front." ”

"Comrade Stalin asked me to tell you," said Boskrebeshev, leaning down towards Rokossovsky, "recuperate from your wounds, and when your wounds are healed, I may be able to put a burden on you." ”

……

For the next few days, as soon as Borisova got off work, she would go straight to the military hospital to visit Rokossovsky. Rokossovsky's injury was in the back, and in order to take care of him, the hospital specially prepared a hollow bed for him, so that the wound would not be breathable. In order to prevent bedsores, a nurse will wipe his body every day.

When he was unconscious, whether it was a man or a woman wiping his body, Rokossovsky did not feel anything. But since he woke up, he has been lying on the hospital bed every day, letting the young nurse wipe his body, and he has felt uncomfortable, and he feels more uncomfortable than being tortured.

But things have changed since Borisova came to visit one day and met a nurse who took the initiative to take on the job by wiping Rokossovsky's body. Rokossovsky no longer saw this as a crime, but as a pleasure, and he enjoyed Borisova's services with peace of mind, and from time to time he joked with each other.

After ten days in the hospital bed, Rokossovsky was finally able to sit up from the hospital bed with the help of others. Seeing that Rokossovsky's injuries had improved significantly, the director, after asking Boskrebeshev for instructions, was ready to transfer Rokossovsky to a better military hospital for treatment.

The ambulance transferred to the hospital was personally arranged by Bosk Klebeshev, and the driver who drove the car was also carefully selected. A captain officer with a grim expression walked into Rokossovsky with two male medics, put him on a stretcher, and carried him into an ambulance parked in front of the building.

After driving on the road for more than half an hour, the ambulance finally came to a stop near the Lubyanka. Lying on a stretcher, Rokossovsky was carried out of the car by the paramedics, and looked around curiously, and saw that it was nothing more than an open space overgrown with weeds, and the nearest building was a hundred meters away, and it did not look like a hospital. Seeing this, he couldn't help but be curious about the officer who escorted him: "Comrade Captain, what kind of place is this?" ”

"Comrade General," replied the captain with his head bowed, "this is a secret hospital under the direct jurisdiction of the General Staff Headquarters, and we have been ordered to send you here to continue your treatment." ”

"But you can't see any hospitals here?" Rokossovsky wondered if there were any buildings to be seen in this overgrown place, and even if there was a hospital, it could only be underground.

The officer smiled and said nothing, but continued to walk through the grass with two medics. After walking for a while, Rokossovsky saw a triangular tin box in front of him, like a shipping container to be exact, except that half of it had been buried in the earth, revealing only the top of a triangle.

When he approached the tin box, Rokossovsky realized that it was an entrance, with a long slope leading to the ground. There was a doctor or nurse in a white lab coat standing at the door, and when he saw the stretcher coming, he nodded to the officer, and then pointed to the side.

Rokossovsky looked in the direction of his finger and saw a trolley parked in the doorway. Two paramedics placed the stretcher on the trolley and pushed it down the slope.

After walking for two or three minutes, Rokossovsky found himself in a spacious, brightly lit reception hall. Seeing the trolley coming in, a female military doctor wearing a military uniform and a white coat immediately greeted her and politely asked, "Is it General Rokossovsky?" ”

Rokossovsky leaned up with his elbow support and replied, "Yes, I am Rokossovsky." ”

The female military doctor walked up to Rokossovsky, smiled sweetly at him, and then said: "Comrade General, your ward is on the second basement floor, so I will arrange for someone to take you to the ward." The officer who led the team saw that the female military doctor was arranging a ward for Rokossovsky, raised his hand and saluted, and then turned around and left with two medical guards.

Rokossovsky lay on a trolley and took the elevator to the second basement floor. Looking at the wards on both sides of the corridor, he couldn't help but look up and ask the female military doctor on the cart: "Comrade military doctor, I don't know where my ward is." ”

"Your room is at the end of the hallway." The female military doctor politely replied, "We have been ordered to arrange a quiet environment for you so that you can recover as soon as possible." ”

When they arrived at the ward, two burly medics were already waiting inside, and after carrying Rokossovsky to the bed, they pushed the trolley out of the ward. The female military doctor leaned down and approached Rokossovsky, and said softly: "Comrade General, you can rest for a while, and we will soon arrange someone to conduct a routine examination for you." ”

With that, the female medic straightened up, smiled politely, and then turned to leave the ward.

Just as Rokossovsky was admitted to the new ward, Borisova, as usual, came to visit Rokossovsky in the hospital and was ready to help him scrub his body. But when she opened the door, she found that the bed was empty, and the sheets and quilts were neatly folded.

Finding that Rokossovsky was missing, Borisova immediately panicked, she rushed out of the ward, grabbed a passing nurse, pointed to the bed in the room and asked nervously: "Comrade nurse, do you know where the wounded on the bed went?" ”

"I don't know." The nurse shook her head and replied truthfully, "Maybe it's a transfer." ”

"Transferred, to which hospital?" Seeing that the nurse didn't know what to ask, Borisova was so anxious that she was about to cry.

The nurse had seen Borisova and knew that she had an unusual relationship with the wounded in this ward, and that she had come to help her wipe her body every day, and when she saw that she was in such a hurry, she kindly reminded: "You go to the dean's office and ask, the dean and the commissar should know where he has been transferred." ”

As soon as Borisova heard what she said, she immediately pulled out her legs and ran to the dean's room. When she came to the dean's room, she saw that the door was closed, and after knocking for a long time, no one opened the door. Just when she was disappointed, a door next to her suddenly opened, and someone leaned out from inside, looked at Borisova and asked curiously: "Comrade women, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

After Borisova saw the other party's face clearly, she suddenly exclaimed: "Jirada, it's you?" ”

Hearing someone's order, the man came out of the door, looked at Borisova carefully, and said in surprise: "So it's you, Comrade Borisova, when did you get to Moscow?" ”

"A few months ago, I was transferred to the Leningrad district of Moscow." After answering the other party's question, Borisova curiously retorted: "Tilada, what are you doing here?" ”

After working for a time in Vyazma before the war, he was an old acquaintance of Borisova, and was later transferred to the health department in Moscow, where he became the commissar of the military hospital as soon as the war broke out. Hearing Borisova's question, he smiled and replied: "I am the commissar of this military hospital. ”

Hearing that her former colleague was actually the political commissar of the military hospital, Borisova was really overjoyed, and she hurriedly asked: "Tilada, do you know Koschyka... No... Is it Rokossovsky, who has been transferred to some hospital now? ”

"Wait a minute," asked Tilada, somewhat confused, "are you talking about General Rokossovsky?" ”

"Yes, that's him." Borisova said in a bit of a panic: "I was just going to the ward to help him wipe his body, you know, I help him scrub his body at this time every day." … Who knows, I walked into the ward today and found that he was actually gone,... I heard that he might have been transferred, so I came to the dean and asked him where he had gone..."

"I heard from the nurse that every day a woman comes to help General Rokossovsky scrub his body, is that you?" After seeing Borisova nod, Tilada continued: "Who is he?" …… Is it the husband? ”

As soon as Dilada's words fell, Borisova, as if she was a bystander, heard herself spit out a word in a dry voice: "Husband." But as soon as the words came out, she realized what an awkward position she had put Rokossovsky in, and hurriedly defended: "Jirada, it's not the kind of relationship you understand, it's just during the war. As soon as the war is over, we may become strangers again. ”

"Comrade Borisova, you don't need to explain, I understand." Jirada raised her hand to stop Borisova from continuing: "During the war, there are many things that cannot be explained by common sense. ”

Seeing that Tilada behaved so reasonably, Borisova suddenly saw hope, and she tentatively asked: "Can you tell me where Koschika was transferred?" Afraid that the other party would not agree, she folded her hands together and pleaded, "Please!" ”