When I was sitting in the car heading to the hospital, I smiled bitterly and shook my head, thinking that I was really hardworking. I just left the hospital and had to go back to deal with such trivial matters. But then again, if Vasily was not my subordinate, I might not have traveled this time. Anyway, the military representative of that hospital was a lieutenant, and Yushenko could handle the matter well.

When the car was approaching the hospital gate, I noticed that the two soldiers standing at the door were a bit abnormal. As soon as our car entered the gate, they got together and pointed in our direction, as if they were talking about something.

After seeing this scene in the rearview mirror, I asked Sergei, who was sitting next to me with some dissatisfaction: "Comrade Sergei, why didn't those two soldiers stick to their posts and even gathered to chat?"

Sergei turned his head and looked at the gate, then shook his head, and said helplessly: "These are soldiers sent by the garrison headquarters to us. The jurisdiction is with the military representative, and our hospital has no right to interfere."

Our car stopped at the door of the inpatient department. Just as we were about to get off the car, we suddenly saw a group of soldiers running out of the outpatient building with shouts, passing through the open land full of snow, and rushing into the inpatient department.

"What the hell is going on?" Yushenko, who had just gotten out of another jeep, walked to me and asked Sergei in confusion: "Why do they act so panicked?"

Sergei shook his head first and said in confusion: "I don't know either. You must know that although these commanders and soldiers are responsible for the safety of the hospital, they usually stay in the outpatient department and rarely come to the inpatient department. Is there really something big happening?"

"Comrade Captain, let's go in and take a look." After that, I took the lead in walking into the building.

After entering the building, I immediately felt a mess inside. There were many patients in hospital gowns standing in the corridor, discussing something in groups. I walked to the next few patients closest to me and asked politely: "What happened in the building?"

An elderly man looked at me, and thrust his mouth to the ceiling, saying, "Comrade Commander, it seems that something went wrong with a ward on the second floor, and many soldiers in charge of the safety of the hospital went there."

"Do you know what's going on?" Yushenko asked immediately after he finished speaking.

The old man shook his head and replied, "I don't know much about this. There are soldiers guarding the stairs, so we ordinary people can't get up at all."

Seeing that there was no valuable information from the old man's mouth, Yushenko turned his head and looked at me, waiting for my next instructions. I looked towards the stairs not far away. Seeing that there were indeed several soldiers holding weapons guarding there, it seemed that something big was wrong on the second floor. So I waved my head and said to Yushenko: "Let's go, Comrade Captain, let's go to the second floor to take a look."

When we arrived at the stairs, a guard soldier immediately raised his hand to stop us and said politely: "Comrade Commander, I'm sorry, you can't go upstairs without the consent of the military representative."

"What did you say?" After hearing these words from the warrior, Yushenko, who was standing behind me, immediately started to fire: "Didn't you see the general's rank clearly? Not to mention your military representative, even if your regiment commander comes, you must obediently obey her orders."

After saying that, he pushed the soldier aside with force, then turned to me and said, "Comrade General, please."

Regarding Yushenko's rude approach, I nodded with a smile. For those who are ignorant of the current affairs, I should take some tough measures. When I saw me raising my legs, I walked upstairs, and Dr. Sergei, Yushenko and others followed closely behind.

After we arrived at the second floor, we saw that the patients squeezed the place out, and many patients standing outside were looking inside with their toes. Seeing this, I felt even more uneasy and hurriedly ordered Yushenko: "Captain, let these patients give way to us first."

Yushenko agreed and squeezed forward with several other guards, while shouting, "Comrades, please give in, please give in." While saying that, he squeezed forward, and several people forced a passage for me from the crowd.

I walked forward a few steps along the passage and found that something was wrong. The place surrounded by the patient was the ward where Vasily lived. Seeing several soldiers standing in a row at the door, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked, thinking that it wasn't Vasily's problem?

I came to the warrior's wall and asked with a serious expression: "Comrade Warrior, what happened to you?"

The soldier I asked glanced at my epaulette and quickly straightened his body to report to me: "Comrade General, there is a wounded person inside to commit suicide. The military representative and the hospital director are persuading him."

"What, is the wounded going to commit suicide?" The warrior's reply shocked me, and I quickly ordered him: "Let me go over and take a look."

"Comrade General." The soldier's face showed a embarrassed expression, "It's too dangerous inside. The wounded man has a gun in his hand. I'm afraid he will hurt you by chance."

"Go away." Yushenko didn't talk nonsense to the warrior, grabbed his collar, pulled him aside, opening a gap for me.

After I walked into the ward with curiosity, I was immediately stunned by the scene in front of me. Vasily Zaitsev, whose gauze was still wrapped in his eyes, was sitting cross-legged on his own bed, waving a pistol in his hand, and shouting excitedly: "Go away, you all go away! Even if I die, I will not let you take off my eyes." As he shouted, the gun in his hand pressed against his temples for a while, and then pointed at the other people in the room with his own feelings.

In the house, more than a dozen fully armed soldiers confronted him. The rifles and submachine guns in their hands pointed at Vasily. It seemed that whenever they found something was wrong, they would immediately shoot. The two people closest to Vasily's bed were the dean Osiminen, and the other was a lieutenant, who should be the military representative mentioned by Sergei.

I raised my hand and pressed the muzzle of a rifle beside me, and said loudly: "What are you doing? Who gives you the right to point the muzzle at a hero with great military achievements? Everyone has it. Follow my orders and put down the gun."

Hearing my voice, the soldiers holding the gun looked at each other, but no one lowered the gun. The military representative standing in front also turned around and looked at me, the uninvited guest, curiously. At this time, Osiminen approached his ear and said a few quick words.

After hearing Osiminen's introduction, the military representative quickly raised his hand and waved it quickly, and then loudly ordered his subordinates: "You are all deaf. Have you heard the general's order? Put down your guns."

Osiminen trotted to me all the way. He glanced at Sergei who was standing behind me, then leaned forward slightly and asked in a flattering manner: "Comrade General, why are you here? You should know that although the wound on your eyes has been removed, it still takes a long time to recuperate. You run around like this every day. It is very unfavorable for your recovery."

Seeing Vasily, who was still excited, I asked coldly: "Comrade Dean, can I ask what's going on here?"

Before Osiminen could speak, the military representative had already walked up to me, raised his hand to salute, and asked politely: "Can you report it, Comrade General?"

"Okay, comrade Lieutenant, please tell me." In order to prevent him from talking nonsense for a long time, I specifically reminded him: "Tell me in the shortest words. What exactly happened here?"

The military representative turned his head and looked at Vasily, and replied honestly: "Comrade General, when I checked Comrade Vasily's case today, I found that his eye injury was deteriorating, so I discussed with the dean and removed one of the eyeballs. Who knew that this news was unknown why Vasily himself learned, so he started to make trouble." Speaking of this, he spread his hands, "In order to ensure the safety of other patients in the hospital, I can only take some special measures."

"Comrade Dean." After listening to the lieutenant's report, I nodded without comment, and then asked Osiminen sideways: "Does Comrade Vasily really need to remove the eyes of Comrade Vasily? You must know that for an excellent sniper, becoming blind is psychologically unacceptable."

"But Comrade General." Osiminen said with some embarrassment: "According to the situation in front of us, Comrade Vasily's right eye is seriously infected. If the diseased eye is not removed in time, the relatively intact left eye will also be affected."

I am completely a layman in these medical matters, so when I heard Osiminen say this, I couldn't help but hesitate. I turned my head and asked Sergei: "Comrade Sergei, is Comrade President right?"

"Yes, Comrade General." Sergei first agreed with Osiminen's opinion, and then took the initiative to talk about his opinion: "But it is not at the worst yet, and there is still room for recovery. I plan to have another surgery for him tomorrow to clean up the pus in his eyes and try my best to ensure that he will not be blind."

When Osiminen heard Sergei say this, he just looked at him with a cold look, but said nothing. However, the military representative was a little impatient and said, "Comrade General, I think we should follow the diagnosis of Comrade Vasily to remove the eyeball."

I asked dissatisfiedly for the military representative who suddenly interrupted: "Comrade Lieutenant, how many years have you been in the army?"

The military representative obviously did not expect that I would suddenly ask him. After a brief silence, he replied loudly: "Report to Comrade General, I have been in the army for four years. I have participated in the war to liberate Poland and crush the Finnish White Army invade Leningrad, and have rich combat experience..."

"Comrade Lieutenant, I dare not be interested in your combat experience." Before the military representative finished speaking, I interrupted him without hesitation and asked, "What profession are you engaged in before joining the army?"

The military representative who was a little panicked quickly replied: "Before joining the army, I worked in the Kirov factory in Leningrad. I was a milling worker and a fourth-level milling worker."

"Milling worker, it turns out to be a mechanical worker." After repeating his previous career, I said angrily: "Since you were not a doctor before, what right do you have to ask about the treatment of patients?"

"Comrade General," the military representative said aggrievedly: "But I am the military representative of the hospital." I heard from his out-of-sight that he wanted to explain that since he was the military representative of the hospital, he had the right to inquire about all matters in the hospital.

After snorting heavily with my nose, I said bluntly: "Comrade Lieutenant, I ask you to figure it out. As the military representative of the hospital, your main task is to ensure the safety of the hospital, rather than interfering with the doctor's treatment plan casually. A layman is not qualified to command an expert, do you understand?" When I said the last sentence, I deliberately emphasized my tone.

The military representative was so embarrassed that his face was flushed with shame. Although he was determined to refute, he saw that my military rank was much higher than his, so he had to agree helplessly: "Yes, Comrade General. I remember that my task is to be responsible for the safety of the hospital, rather than casually interfering with the doctor's treatment plan."

I was worried that their continued stay here would make Vasily unstable, so I waved to the military representative and said, "Comrade Lieutenant, nothing is wrong here. You and your subordinates will leave first."

"But, Comrade General." The military representative looked back at Vasily again and said nervously: "The wounded man has a gun in his hand, and I am worried that he will pose a threat to your safety."

"You're thinking too much," I quickly explained to him when he saw that he was unwilling to leave: "This wounded man is my subordinate, and he is very familiar with me and will not pose any threat to me. You should take your people away first."

Seeing that my attitude was firm, the military representative did not insist. After saluting me, he took his dozens of subordinates to leave the ward.

After only I was left in the house, Osiminen, Sergei, Yushenko and several guards, I walked forward carefully a few steps, stopped two or three meters away from Vasily, and said to him, "Vasily, I am Oshinena! Can you hear me?"

Perhaps because he heard that most of the people in the room had left, Vasily's mood became much more stable. He listened with his ears and asked tentatively: "Comrade Commander, is it you?"

"Yes, it's me." Seeing him slowly lowering his pistol, I quickly took a few steps forward and walked to the bed to sit next to him. While gently snatching the pistol from his hand, I said, "Comrade Vasily, why are you so impulsive? This gun is used to attack the enemy, not to threaten your comrades, or to end your life."

"Comrade Commander, I don't want this either. But," Vasily heard me say this, his voice choked up: "But they are going to take off my eyes and turn me into a blind man. A sniper turns into a blind man. What's the point? Why don't you let me die?" (~^~)
Chapter completed!