father - home

I drove as fast as I could to Munich.

I ran all the way in the corridor of the surgical ward of the Swabian Hospital affiliated to the School of Medicine of the University of Munich, grabbed an elderly head nurse, and asked where Professor Hans Borenner or his Chinese assistant, Dr. Qiu Fazu, was. (Note: Qiu Fazu, December 1914, 12-June 6, 2008, native of Hangzhou, Zhejiang, academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, doctoral supervisor, and famous surgeon. In 6, after Qiu Fazu graduated from the medical school of Shanghai Tongji University, Went to Germany to study at the School of Medicine of the University of Munich, and received the German Doctor of Medicine with the first class in 14. He worked as a physician and deputy chief physician at the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Munich, the Munich Municipal Hospital, and the Municipal Hospital of Doel. He was awarded the German "Surgery Specialist" Physician” certificate. In 1936, he was hired as the director of surgery of the Dole City Hospital. He returned to China in October 1939.)

After all, the petite head nurse has some experience, so she doesn't panic, but some confusion has already appeared around us.Doctors, nurses, and patients did not understand why the SS officer who had rushed in was holding on to their head nurse.

The head nurse told me that Professor Hans Borenner was not in the hospital, but she could take me to see Dr. Qiu.

Dr. Qiu is not tall, and wears a pair of short-sighted glasses with celluloid frames.The black eyes behind the lens did not lose their brilliance due to myopia. On the contrary, while showing wisdom, they were more gentle. The lips were quite thick, which was completely different from Zhao. Therefore, the doctor looked wise, capable, and kind. , loyal.

Seeing me, Doctor Qiu behaved calmly and calmly, with just the right amount of politeness.Neither surprised by my uniform nor impatient with the confusion I caused.

But I, strangely, immediately had a good impression, which is extremely rare.The reason? Maybe because he is also Chinese; maybe it is simply a pleasure to meet some real ordinary people now.

"You are Lieutenant Rauscher? I didn't expect you to come so soon. The professor is in college and hasn't come back yet."

Qiu nodded to me, but I forgot to salute, and just hurriedly explained: "Sorry, Doctor Qiu, I am not Lieutenant Rauscher, I am his colleague, and I am Lieutenant Matthias von Meissenbach ’” To prove my point, I handed over Ernst’s letter.

Qiu read the letter and returned it to me. "I don't understand, Lieutenant. If Lieutenant Rauscher doesn't come, what about his dissertation? Can you represent him?" Joe glanced at the briefcase I was holding. "Or, you can give me the paper, and I will pass it on to the professor for you. After the professor has read it, I will notify you. Do you think this will work? If you trust me."

"Of course I trust you, Doctor Qiu, but," I hesitated, took out Zhao's medical records from the briefcase, and handed them over. "I came in a hurry and didn't bring my paper." I completely forgot about Ernst's paper.

Qiu took the medical records, but didn't read them right away. "Then what is this?"

"This is a favor that Lieutenant Rauscher and I are eager to ask you for. This is the case of one of our patients, and we are completely helpless. Please help us save him."

"Me?" Qiu paused, "I see, you want to consult Professor Borenner. Excuse me, where is the patient now?"

"Dachau Concentration Camp."

"Concentration camp? I've heard of it. Then you and Lieutenant Rauscher are..." Qiu was a little surprised.

not good!Didn't Ernst tell Joe we were in a concentration camp?I cursed in my heart, if this is the case, he should make it clear to me.Maybe he said it, and I didn't pay attention.So far, I can only tell the truth.

"Lieutenant Rauscher and I are both concentration camp doctors."

"Then this patient is..."

"It's a criminal."

Qiu frowned slightly.

Qiu's antipathy towards the concentration camp was expected, but he didn't immediately refuse. Instead, he lowered his head and looked through the medical records in his hand.I think something touched him: we two SS officers were working hard to save the life of a prisoner.

After a while, Qiu raised his head and said with some embarrassment: "I originally wanted you to send the patients here, otherwise, as far as I know the professor, he wouldn't bother with the SS, let alone the concentration camps." .However, now it seems that this will not work, the patient is absolutely unable to move in his current condition."

I'm sure Joe didn't lie to me.The SS has its own medical system with the best doctors in Germany. Naturally, a civilian professor will not join it without a good reason.

But, why did Qiu read the medical records and still... ouch!I suddenly remembered that there was only a number in the medical record, but no name. How could I forget this.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Qiu." I quickly took out a piece of paper from my pocket. "I think you are Chinese, please help me to see." I unfolded the paper, and there were two Chinese characters written crookedly on it, which I drew according to Fu Zhao's resume.

Sure enough, these two Chinese characters that are not like Chinese immediately caught Qiu's attention.

"It's the patient's name, but we can't pronounce it and don't know the meaning."

"Fu Zhao, what a good name! Fu is a surname. If you want to explain it, it can be teaching. Zhao is a name, it is the sun, the moon, and the light."

"Sun and moon, light." At this moment, I couldn't control my emotions.Of course Joe saw it all, and we fell into a brief silence.

"If you say this is his name, then he is Chinese." Qiu shook the case in his hand, his eyes sparkling.

"Yes!" I nodded vigorously, eagerly looking forward to a turnaround.

Qiu thought for a while and said: "Well, lieutenant, get out of class is over in half an hour, I'll take you to the university and wait. Even if you can't bring the patient over, at least you can listen to the professor's opinion. I think it's a good idea to do this. That's perfectly fine."

We found Professor Hans Borenner at recess.

"The diagnosis and treatment of the condition are appropriate. You have done what should be done. Prepare for the funeral."

I don't know how to exit the classroom.I still forgot to salute.

The class bell rang, and a group of young students passed by me, rushed into the classroom, shouted loudly, and almost turned their heads to look at me curiously.

I was pushed to the edge of the corridor by them, and I supported the wall with all my strength.Don't fall down here, an SS officer fainting at a university would make headlines.Fu Zhao's medical records fell to the floor, and I reached out and fumbled in my pocket.

"What's the matter with you, Lieutenant."

"My medicine."

"It's this?" Qiu helped me take the medicine, held my wrist, and checked my pulse. "Your condition is not very good, do you often do this?"

"No!" I shook my head vigorously.

I wanted to stand up straight, but the pain in my back prevented me from doing it. I was shaking and sweating profusely, and I had to rely on Qiu's support to keep me from falling.

After a while, I felt better, except that my legs were heavy and frozen in ice, and the biting chill extended to my knees.

"Thank you! I'm much better." I wanted to pick up Fu Zhao's medical records, but Qiu got ahead of me.

"You should go to the hospital, or at least get some rest. Shall I go with you?"

Joe was genuine and made me feel very gracious.Right now, I'm just a patient, not some SS officer.

"No, Doctor Qiu, I have to go back immediately, Zhao is still waiting for me." Now I have no pretense at all, what I am thinking about is not my patient, but Zhao.

"Okay, I'll see you off."

With Joe's help, I walked to the buggy.Joe asked me, "Lieutenant, if I may, may I know why Zhao became a prisoner?"

Normally, he shouldn't ask, and I won't answer.But now, I think it was my overwhelming sadness and my helplessness that made our relationship so close that we could talk about almost anything.

"I want to tell you, Joe, but I don't know. I'm just sure there's a grievance in it. I meant to wait until he's well enough to investigate. I don't think I've got the chance now."

"Don't blame yourself too much, Lieutenant, look at his medical records, you have done everything you can. Professor Borenna said that even here, you can't do better. So, you are worthy of him. I I also want to thank you for my compatriots. Maybe this is his fate. There is a saying in China: Do everything you can, and know the destiny. Don’t be too demanding on everything.”

Life!Could this be fate!

"Fate?" I was in a daze, "But, Qiu, this should not be his fate! He came to study in Germany. Now that he has finished his studies, he wants to go back to save the country and kill the enemy. How can he just be like this? "Pay yourself and die first"?"

"Is he an international student? When?"

"36 years, he came to Germany in 1936. He was sent by your government to study military affairs."

"Really? I have also been here for 36 years, so we should be regarded as classmates."

Qiu murmured to himself thoughtfully: "Maybe, anyway, you can give it a try."

I turned around and got into the car, not paying attention to what Joe was talking to himself, but remembered another thing. "Joe, can I ask you a favor?"

"of course."

"I promised to send Zhao home, if it is true in the end..." I couldn't continue.It is strange that an SS in a concentration camp should be so sensitive to death. "Can you help me send his ashes back?"

Joe looked at me and nodded earnestly, but instead of sadness, there was hope in his eyes. "Maybe it's not the last moment, maybe we still have a chance. Listen to me, Lieutenant, when I went abroad, my father gave me a box of medicine, which is for me to prepare for emergencies. It is our traditional Chinese emergency medicine—— Angong Niuhuang Wan. Although I have never used it, and I have never heard of precedents, but according to the pharmacology and symptoms, I think I can give Zhao a try. Since there is no other way, and Zhao is Chinese, you might as well give it a try. Try it, maybe a miracle will happen.”

Chinese medicine, I have heard of it, if someone else suggested it, I would not accept it.But Qiu is a student of Western medicine. What is certain is that he has deeper knowledge in surgery than I do, and he is so sincere and cautious.I said yes without a moment's hesitation.

I immediately went back to his dormitory with Qiu, and got the green brocade box, which contained ten Angong Niuhuang pills from Beijing Tongrentang.