Lunev waited for Zhukov to finish and then asked cautiously: "Comrade Marshal, do you think it is necessary to inform Asiya that the commander is injured?"
"Asia?!" When Zhukov heard this name, he was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered that this was the name of Sokov's wife, and nodded and said, "She should be informed, but I think it's better to wait for Misha to send it. It won’t be too late to inform her after we return to Moscow.”
"Okay, let's wait until the commander returns to Moscow before informing Asya." After Lunev finished saying this, he was silent for a moment and then continued: "But I think we should tell Yaco about this as soon as possible. husband……"
"Tell Yakov about this?!" Zhukov heard what Lunev said and first murmured in his heart, what should he tell Yakov about Sokov's injury? But then I thought about it. Yakov was Sokov's best friend. Tell him the news. Not only could he come forward to inform Asya, but he could also use his influence to make Sokov better while he was hospitalized in the Moscow Military Hospital. , enjoy better treatment.
Zhukov nodded and said: "Okay, General Lunev, then it's up to you to come forward and call Yakov."
Lunev knew the phone number here and could not communicate with Moscow, so he said goodbye to Zhukov and returned to his original headquarters. As soon as he left, the political commissar of the hospital said to Zhukov: "Comrade Marshal, although the commander's vital signs have stabilized after today's rescue, the most worrying thing is the postoperative infection."
The problem mentioned by the political commissar of the hospital was exactly what Zhukov was worried about. Many wounded patients had successful surgeries, but died of postoperative infections. He nodded, looked at the hospital political commissar and asked, "Is there any way to solve this problem?"
"Comrade Marshal, I heard that the Allied Forces have provided us with an antibiotic that can effectively reduce the chance of postoperative infection. If the commander can be given this antibiotic, his chances of survival may be greatly improved."
Zhukov asked with great interest: "Comrade Political Commissar, do you know the name of this antibiotic?"
The political commissar of the hospital shook his head and replied with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, Comrade Marshal, I don't know the name of this antibiotic drug. After all, I am only responsible for the political work of the hospital, and my professional shortcomings are here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he accidentally saw the medical director of the 69th Group Army poking his head outside the door, as if he wanted to confirm whether Zhukov had left the office. Upon seeing this, the political commissar of the hospital showed joy on his face. He quickly walked to the door, grabbed the medical director's arm and pulled him into the room.
When Zhukov saw the political commissar of the hospital dragging in a strange captain, he asked with some surprise: "Comrade political commissar, who is he?"
"Comrade Marshal," the political commissar of the hospital introduced to Zhukov: "Let me introduce to you. This is the medical director of the 69th Army Field Hospital. In terms of medicine, he is much more professional than me. It is better for him to be the one to introduce you." Please introduce that medicine."
Although the medical director had met many senior commanders, he still felt nervous standing in front of a legendary figure like Zhukov. After he raised his hand in salute, he forgot to put his hand down and kept trembling. He couldn't even speak even if he wanted to speak. What to say.
Zhukov pulled his hand from his forehead and asked kindly: "Are you the medical director of the 69th Army?"
"Yes...yes, Comrade Marshal."
"The political commissar of the hospital just told me that the Allied Forces have aided us with a new type of antibiotic drug that can greatly reduce the chance of postoperative infection for the wounded. Do you know the name of this drug?"
If Zhukov had asked about something else, the medical director might still be nervous when he spoke, but since he was asking about something he was familiar with, his speech suddenly became fluent and natural: "I know, Comrade Marshal. Allied forces are assisting us." This antibiotic drug, called penicillin, is very effective in controlling wound infection."
Zhukov couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he quickly asked: "Now that the commander of the 27th Army, General Sokov, has just completed surgery, can he be given this drug to reduce the chance of postoperative infection?"
Hearing Zhukov's question, the medical director fell silent. After thinking for a long time, he said to Zhukov with a solemn expression: "Comrade Marshal, although the Allies said that when they provided us with this drug, they said that it has a particularly good anti-inflammatory and bactericidal effect. It can greatly reduce the chance of wound infection, but I don’t recommend using it on General Sokov.”
"Why?" Zhukov asked in confusion: "Since the anti-inflammatory and sterilizing effect is obvious, why not give it to him?"
"Although this drug has been available since the beginning of the year, it does have good anti-inflammatory and bactericidal effects, but its toxic and side effects on the human body are still being tested." The medical director looked at Zhukov and said: "The Allies are providing us with penicillin at this moment. , nothing more than wanting our wounded to help them conduct human experiments on this drug."
The words of the medical director made Zhukov frown. He was worried that Sokov would have postoperative infection, and the chance of this was very high. When the political commissar of the hospital said that there was a drug that could reduce the chance of infection, he saw a glimmer of hope. However, the medical director's words made him hesitant again. He did not want Sokov to become a test for the Allied new drug. Taste.
Sokov was pushed out of the operating room, and the commanders waiting in the corridor immediately swarmed over and asked the military doctor who came out of the operating room: "Military doctor, how was Comrade Commander's surgery?"
"Military doctor, when will Comrade Commander be able to recover and be discharged from the hospital?"
"Military doctor..."
For a moment, the corridor was as busy as a vegetable market.
Zhukov happened to appear at the other end of the corridor at this time. Seeing the chaos here, he immediately shouted to stop: "Quiet, everyone!" However, his voice was covered up by the noise in the corridor.
Fortunately, the political commissar and medical director of the hospital who were following him also shouted at the top of their lungs, finally suppressing the voices of everyone else. Everyone heard a voice coming from behind them, turned around and saw that it was Zhukov standing behind, and hurriedly closed their mouths. Even those commanders who did not hear the sound gradually became quiet after being reminded by others.
Zhukov walked through the crowd and came to the flat car where Sokov was lying. He politely asked a military doctor standing next to the car: "Comrade military doctor, how is Misha's condition? Is his life in danger?"
When the military doctor heard Zhukov's question, he was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Sokov's nickname was Misha, and quickly replied: "Comrade Marshal, we have tried our best. Although Comrade Commander is not completely out of danger yet, His vital signs have stabilized."
Lunev waited for Zhukov to finish and then asked cautiously: "Comrade Marshal, do you think it is necessary to inform Asiya that the commander is injured?"
"Asia?!" When Zhukov heard this name, he was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered that this was the name of Sokov's wife, and nodded and said, "She should be informed, but I think it's better to wait for Misha to send it. It won’t be too late to inform her after we return to Moscow.”
"Okay, let's wait until the commander returns to Moscow before informing Asya." After Lunev finished saying this, he was silent for a moment and then continued: "But I think we should tell Yaco about this as soon as possible. husband……"
"Tell Yakov about this?!" Zhukov heard what Lunev said and first murmured in his heart, what should he tell Yakov about Sokov's injury? But then I thought about it. Yakov was Sokov's best friend. Tell him the news. Not only could he come forward to inform Asya, but he could also use his influence to make Sokov better while he was hospitalized in the Moscow Military Hospital. , enjoy better treatment.
Zhukov nodded and said: "Okay, General Lunev, then it's up to you to come forward and call Yakov."
Lunev knew the phone number here and could not communicate with Moscow, so he said goodbye to Zhukov and returned to his original headquarters. As soon as he left, the political commissar of the hospital said to Zhukov: "Comrade Marshal, although the commander's vital signs have stabilized after today's rescue, the most worrying thing is the postoperative infection."
The problem mentioned by the political commissar of the hospital was exactly what Zhukov was worried about. Many wounded patients had successful surgeries, but died of postoperative infections. He nodded, looked at the hospital political commissar and asked, "Is there any way to solve this problem?"
"Comrade Marshal, I heard that the Allied Forces have provided us with an antibiotic that can effectively reduce the chance of postoperative infection. If the commander can be given this antibiotic, his chances of survival may be greatly improved."
Zhukov asked with great interest: "Comrade Political Commissar, do you know the name of this antibiotic?"
The political commissar of the hospital shook his head and replied with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, Comrade Marshal, I don't know the name of this antibiotic drug. After all, I am only responsible for the political work of the hospital, and my professional shortcomings are here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he accidentally saw the medical director of the 69th Group Army poking his head outside the door, as if he wanted to confirm whether Zhukov had left the office. Upon seeing this, the political commissar of the hospital showed joy on his face. He quickly walked to the door, grabbed the medical director's arm and pulled him into the room.
When Zhukov saw the political commissar of the hospital dragging in a strange captain, he asked with some surprise: "Comrade political commissar, who is he?"
"Comrade Marshal," the political commissar of the hospital introduced to Zhukov: "Let me introduce to you. This is the medical director of the 69th Army Field Hospital. In terms of medicine, he is much more professional than me. It is better for him to be the one to introduce you." Please introduce that medicine."
Although the medical director had met many senior commanders, he still felt nervous standing in front of a legendary figure like Zhukov. After he raised his hand in salute, he forgot to put his hand down and kept trembling. He couldn't even speak even if he wanted to speak. What to say.
Zhukov pulled his hand from his forehead and asked kindly: "Are you the medical director of the 69th Army?"
"Yes...yes, Comrade Marshal."
"The political commissar of the hospital just told me that the Allied Forces have aided us with a new type of antibiotic drug that can greatly reduce the chance of postoperative infection for the wounded. Do you know the name of this drug?"
If Zhukov had asked about something else, the medical director might still be nervous when he spoke, but since he was asking about something he was familiar with, his speech suddenly became fluent and natural: "I know, Comrade Marshal. Allied forces are assisting us." This antibiotic drug, called penicillin, is very effective in controlling wound infection."
Zhukov couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he quickly asked: "Now that the commander of the 27th Army, General Sokov, has just completed surgery, can he be given this drug to reduce the chance of postoperative infection?"
Hearing Zhukov's question, the medical director fell silent. After thinking for a long time, he said to Zhukov with a solemn expression: "Comrade Marshal, although the Allies said that when they provided us with this drug, they said that it has a particularly good anti-inflammatory and bactericidal effect. It can greatly reduce the chance of wound infection, but I don’t recommend using it on General Sokov.”
"Why?" Zhukov asked in confusion: "Since the anti-inflammatory and sterilizing effect is obvious, why not give it to him?"
"Although this drug has been available since the beginning of the year, it does have good anti-inflammatory and bactericidal effects, but its toxic and side effects on the human body are still being tested." The medical director looked at Zhukov and said: "The Allies are providing us with penicillin at this moment. , nothing more than wanting our wounded to help them conduct human experiments on this drug."
The words of the medical director made Zhukov frown. He was worried that Sokov would have postoperative infection, and the chance of this was very high. When the political commissar of the hospital said that there was a drug that could reduce the chance of infection, he saw a glimmer of hope. However, the medical director's words made him hesitant again. He did not want Sokov to become a test for the Allied new drug. Taste.
Sokov was pushed out of the operating room, and the commanders waiting in the corridor immediately swarmed over and asked the military doctor who came out of the operating room: "Military doctor, how was Comrade Commander's surgery?"
"Military doctor, when will Comrade Commander be able to recover and be discharged from the hospital?"
"Military doctor..."
For a moment, the corridor was as busy as a vegetable market.
Zhukov happened to appear at the other end of the corridor at this time. Seeing the chaos here, he immediately shouted to stop: "Quiet, everyone!" However, his voice was covered up by the noise in the corridor.
Fortunately, the political commissar and medical director of the hospital who were following him also shouted at the top of their lungs, finally suppressing the voices of everyone else. Everyone heard a voice coming from behind them, turned around and saw that it was Zhukov standing behind, and hurriedly closed their mouths. Even those commanders who did not hear the sound gradually became quiet after being reminded by others.
Zhukov walked through the crowd and came to the flat car where Sokov was lying. He politely asked a military doctor standing next to the car: "Comrade military doctor, how is Misha's condition? Is his life in danger?"
When the military doctor heard Zhukov's question, he was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered that Sokov's nickname was Misha, and quickly replied: "Comrade Marshal, we have tried our best. Although Comrade Commander is not completely out of danger yet, His vital signs have stabilized."
