Red Moscow

 Chapter 2611 An unexpected occurrence

After leaving Zhukov's villa, Sokov drove back to his home.

When I walked to the door, I saw a note taped to the door, with a phone number left underneath. He asked Sokov in a polite tone to make a call after he went home.

Sokov tore off the note and opened the door.

As soon as he walked into the room, he saw the continuous meowing of cats. Sokov realized that he left in a hurry that day and forgot to prepare food and water for the cats at home. He was probably very hungry at this moment. He quickly bent down to pick up the little black cat and said apologetically: "Luna, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I forgot to prepare food and water for you. You must be starving. I'll get it for you now." food."

He came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a few pieces of bread from the freezer, crushed them and put them on a plate. Luna struggled out of Sokov's arms, rushed directly to the plate, and started eating with big mouthfuls. While eating, she kept humming, as if to say that Sokov was a big bad guy who had been out for so long. No food was prepared for him.

Sokov came to the living room while Luna was eating, took out the note from his pocket, and dialed the number on it.

The phone rang four or five times before the call was answered: "Hello!"

Sokov heard someone talking, and after quickly identifying himself and his home address, he asked politely: "When I came home, I found a note on the door with your phone number on it. I think Ask, what’s going on?”

"General Sokov, please wait a moment. I will understand the situation and call you again."

"Okay." Sokov put down the phone and began to figure out in his mind, which department did the person who just answered the phone belong to, and what did he want from him?

"Comrade General," the other end of the phone said politely: "I am from the city housing management department. After my inquiry, I found that your residence is seriously inconsistent with your identity, so I plan to change your residence to a new one."

When Sokov heard what the other party said, he couldn't help being surprised. Could it be that the other party knew that he had no specific position and planned to take back the house he was currently living in and then allocate another small apartment to himself?

Thinking of this, he asked tentatively: "I wonder where you plan to arrange a house for me?"

"There are several villas just a few kilometers away from where you live now." The staff continued: "According to your level, you can definitely live in a more spacious house, so we plan to give you a villa to replace the current one." What do you think of your residence?”

Hearing that he was going to adjust to a more spacious house, Sokov was naturally overjoyed and asked quickly: "Then when are you going to make the adjustment?"

"According to regulations, we must contact you and ask for your consent." The staff said: "Now that you have agreed to adjust the house, our staff will visit your home in ten working days. ”

"Well, I'll wait for your arrival at home."

Putting down the phone, Sokov excitedly waved his fists in the air. He never dreamed that he would still be qualified to live in a villa. In this way, even if Asiya's mother lives at home, it won't seem too crowded. But we don’t know how big the villa is yet, otherwise we should consider whether we should hire a nanny.

After calming down, Sokov began to consider the design of a truck-type self-propelled anti-aircraft gun that he had just thought of in Zhukov's villa.

The truck-mounted self-propelled artillery is a new artillery weapon developed on a wheeled truck load-bearing chassis. It is mainly used for light rapid reaction forces and mobile task forces. It has outstanding advantages such as fast travel speed, good road maneuverability, light structural weight, and low cost, and can realize "hit and run" combat methods.

The development of this truck-type self-propelled anti-aircraft gun should have been inspired by the truck-mounted crane. The boom of the truck-mounted crane is placed on the top of the driving station when the vehicle is moving, and is only raised to perform lifting tasks when the vehicle is parked. The long boom, from a distance, looks like a cannon muzzle pointing slantingly at the sky.

However, Sokov was not familiar with the various parameters of this artillery. If he were asked to draw an exploded diagram and mark the specific data, it would obviously be impossible. He could only wait until he got to work, find artillery experts, and tell them about the design ideas of this artillery. The specific details should be improved by them as professionals.

Sokov got up and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water. While the water was not boiling, he washed the teapot and cups, cleaned the cat's litter box, and poured in new sand. After doing all this, he sat on the sofa, petting the cat and quietly waiting for the water to boil.

After the water boiled, he was about to make a teapot when the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Sokov thought it was the housing management department calling again, so he stood up and went over to grab the phone: "I'm Sokov!"

"Comrade Sokov?" A strange and stern voice came from the receiver: "I am Lieutenant Sabina from the traffic police team. Is your wife's name Asiya?"

"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant." An unknown premonition suddenly surged in Sokov's heart, and he asked cautiously: "Did something happen to her?"

"That's right, Comrade Sokov." Lieutenant Sabina said solemnly: "She was unfortunately involved in a traffic accident on her way back to Moscow from Khimki today. She is currently being treated in the hospital. I hope you can help her as soon as possible. Rush to the hospital. If it's too late, I'm afraid..."

"Hospital, which hospital are you in?" Sokov didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and shouted into the microphone: "Tell me quickly, which hospital are you in?"

"Hospital No. 49 in the north of the city. Your wife is currently in the emergency room on the second floor. I hope you can act quickly."

Sokov put down the phone and immediately threw his military coat over his body. He didn't even have time to button it and rushed out of the room.

He got into the car and because of his nervousness, it took him a long time to start the car. But not far after driving, he hit a big tree next to him.

This place is not far from the guard room. When they heard the movement here, the guards on duty ran over. They pulled Sokov out of the car in a hurry and asked with concern: "Comrade General, are you okay?"

Although Sokov felt dizzy, he still shook his head and said calmly: "I'm going to the duty room to make a call."

All he could think of at the moment was Yakov. After the call was connected, he asked straight to the point: "Yasha, can you come to my house to pick me up?"

Yakov asked curiously: "Misha, did something happen? I feel like you are a little confused."

"I just received a call from the traffic police team saying that Asiya had a car accident on her way back to the city from Khimki and is now being treated in the emergency room of No. 49 Hospital in the north of the city." Sokov said: "I think I drove to see her. Unexpectedly, the car hit a tree not far away. "

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine."

"Misha, listen, just stay where you are and I'll drive over to pick you up right away. Remember, don't move. I'll be there soon."

As soon as I put down the phone, a guard walked in and said in surprise: "Comrade General, your forehead is bleeding."

Sokov raised his hand to touch his forehead, but was caught by the guard. "Comrade General, be careful. If you touch the wound with your hands, it will become infected. I have a medicine box here, and I will bandage the wound for you." While the guard was dressing Sokov's wound, he asked tentatively: "Comrade General, your car has been damaged. What should you do next?"

"Throw it there first." Sokov said expressionlessly: "I will arrange for someone to help me repair the car in two days."

Shortly after bandaging the wound, Yakov drove a vehicle into the compound. Seeing Sokov looking so embarrassed, he quickly asked with concern: "Misha, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Sokov shook his head and said, "It's just a little skin injury. Let's go to the hospital now."

After the vehicle started, Yakov asked: "Misha, Asia is seriously injured. What about the child in her belly? Is the child okay?"

Sokov just lost his temper, not just because Asiya had a car accident, but more importantly, he was worried about something going wrong with the child in Asiya's belly. The best case scenario is that both adults and children are saved; the worst case scenario is that only one of the adults and children can be saved; the worst case scenario is that neither the adults nor the children can be saved.

When Yakov asked this question, he quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't know. The traffic policeman just informed me to go to Hospital No. 49. He didn't tell me the specific situation."

Since it was still the New Year holiday and there were almost no cars on the road, Yakov rushed to Hospital No. 49 as quickly as possible.

It only took twenty minutes to get to the hospital.

As soon as the car stopped, Sokov opened the door, jumped out of the car, and rushed into the emergency building quickly.

When Sokov came to the door of the emergency room under the guidance of medical staff, he saw four or five people standing outside the door. Except for one person in civilian clothes, the rest were wearing traffic police uniforms. He quickly stepped forward and asked several people: "Which of you is Lieutenant Sabina?"

Upon hearing Sokov's question, a traffic policeman with the highest rank raised his right hand: "Comrade General, I am Lieutenant Sabina. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I am General Sokov," Sokov recognized that the other person was the traffic policeman who called him. After identifying himself first, Sokov said, "I just spoke to you on the phone."

Lieutenant Sabina never dreamed that the husband of the victim Asiya was actually a general. He suddenly became restrained. After raising his hand in salute, he said respectfully: "Hello, comrade general, your wife Asiya." Ya is doing the rescue inside.”

"How is her condition? Is her life in danger?"

"I'm not sure about this." Sabina replied in a panic: "Doctors and nurses have been rescuing people inside. So far, no one has come out, so I'm not sure what the situation is inside."

"How did the car accident happen?" Sokov asked.

"Well, that's him." Sabina nuzzled at the man in casual clothes next to her and said, "He was drunk, and the vehicle he drove crashed directly into the car where your wife was, and then what happened Collision. The truck he was driving was not seriously damaged, but the car your wife was riding in was smashed into pieces. The driver died on the spot, and your wife was also seriously injured and fell into a coma. "

When he learned that the man in civilian clothes was the driver responsible for the accident, Sokov was furious. He stepped forward and slapped the driver twice, knocking him back a few steps. The traffic policemen next to them saw Sokov attacking the driver who caused the accident, and they probably wanted to come forward to persuade him. Sokov's military rank was too high, so they didn't dare to care at all, and they could only watch the driver being beaten.

"Misha, calm down." Yakov happened to come over and saw Sokov beating the driver. He quickly stepped forward and hugged his waist, and said loudly: "Don't be anxious, Asya will definitely do it." It's fine."

Just at this moment, the door of the operating room opened and a nurse wearing a mask came out.

Sokov quickly grabbed the other person and said very quickly: "Comrade nurse, I am the husband of the wounded man who is asking for help inside. I wonder how my wife's condition is?"

"It's very bad, Comrade General." The nurse replied: "The injured person is bleeding heavily due to miscarriage. The bleeding is not stopping. I am going to the blood bank to get blood now. Please don't hinder my work. Thank you!"

Knowing that the nurse was going to help Asiya get blood, Sokov quickly stepped aside to make way for her.

Not long after the nurse left, the door of the operating room opened again, and a doctor wearing glasses came out. He said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with the nurse? I asked her to get blood. Why hasn't she come back yet?"

As soon as the male doctor finished complaining, he saw the nurse sent to take blood hurried back and asked quickly: "Where is the blood you took?"

"I'm sorry, comrade doctor." The nurse replied with a grimace: "There is no blood in the blood bank. What should we do?"

The doctor glanced at Sokov and others, and then said: "It seems that we can only organize people to give her a blood transfusion." After a pause, he asked Sokov: "Comrade General, what is your blood type?"

"I'm Type O."

"Exactly, the blood type is exactly the same as that of the injured." The doctor shook his head at Sokov and said, "Comrade General, please follow me in."

Sokov walked into the door of the operating room, but saw no trace of Asiya. Instead, the doctor took him to a room with two beds. The doctor told the nurse: "Comrade nurse, please help Comrade General draw blood."

The nurse looked at the doctor and asked, "How much blood should be drawn?"

"First come 200CC. If the quantity is not enough, then continue to draw blood."

In this way, after the nurse drew 200cc of blood from Sokov's arm, she hurried to the operating room next door.

A few minutes later, the nurse appeared in the room again. She said apologetically to Sokov: "Comrade General, 200CC is not enough. I'm afraid you need to smoke another 200CC."

Sokov was focused on rescuing Asiya. When he heard that the blood he just drew was not enough, he quickly stretched out his hand and said: "Then continue drawing as much as you can. In a word, I want you to kill me." The wife was saved."

"Comrade General, you can rest assured of this." The nurse said in a positive tone: "We will do our best."

When the nurse left, Sokov wanted to follow him and have a look. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, he felt dizzy. He staggered. Fortunately, he held on to the wall in time, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground. He held on to the wall and slowly came to the room where the operation was being performed, wanting to see how Asiya's condition was.

(End of chapter)