father - home

Before I fell to the ground, I woke up in pain, and my forehead hit the corner of the equipment cart next to me.A few quick steps, and then someone helped me up.I thought it was Ernst, thinking that I would listen to his old woman's nagging again, and annoyed that he left the patient behind and came here for what, so I yelled: "I'm fine, I'm fine, go fuck you Yes."

"Are you really all right, sir?"

I was startled, collected myself, and realized after watching for a long time: the person supporting me was not Ernst, but the Jewish doctor who assisted Ernst in his work, Ellen Nowitzki.Usually I have little contact with him, almost never talked to him.He was in his early forties, of medium build, with a beard and glasses.If it weren't for those glasses, you wouldn't believe he was a doctor; if it weren't for that distinctive big nose, you wouldn't think he was a Jew.

"What are you doing here?" I asked stiffly.I don't hate the Jews, but thinking about what they all did to him makes me angry.This also includes you, doctor, didn't you just prepare the injection to end his life?

"I'm sorry, sir, all the work below me has been completed." Nowitzki withdrew his hand and looked at me uneasily, with no intention of leaving. "Sir, you are not in good health, can you let me help you?"

"What?!" I yelled.If it wasn't for my dizziness and my unsteady standing, I would have slapped him long ago.Unexpectedly, in the face of my fury, Nowitzki not only did not hide, but stepped forward to support me again, and said without timidity: "I'm sorry, sir, I have more than ten years of experience in clinical surgery, I can do a good job." .”

"I didn't mean that." Being supported by him, I was angry and anxious, but I was thinking, maybe what he said was right.

"Sir, I understand your anger. I ask you not only because I can do it well, but because I respect him."

"Respect?" If Nowitzki hadn't glanced at the operating table, I really wondered if he was talking about Chinese people.

"Sir, I don't know if you also think that we Jews are selfish, mean, dirty, have no dignity, no morals, no reason for existence. But I know, he doesn't think so, he cherishes all life, in order to help others, he You can give everything you have, including your life and dignity. His compassion and love are the only remaining brilliance of humanity in this boundless hell; his bright smile is the last beautiful scene in this vast sea of ​​suffering. Unfortunately, not everyone can understand , Not everyone knows how to cherish it. Whether it is out of good intentions or evil intentions, many of us have hurt him intentionally or unintentionally. For him, sometimes the trauma of the heart is far more deadly than the destruction of the body. Just now, As Lieutenant Rauscher said, I really hope that he will be released from the sea of ​​suffering and be free from now on. But, sir, since you are willing to save him at the cost of your life, then I beg you to give me a chance too , let me do something for him, and it can be regarded as atonement for my compatriots, and I beg his forgiveness. If you don’t give me this chance, when I face him again, I will feel ashamed.”

Nowitzki said it so sincerely that I couldn't say "no".I'm not angry anymore, but there seems to be something in Nowitzki's words that I don't know.

I gently pushed the Jew away and sat back in my chair. "Ellen."

Nowitzki's eyes widened.Now he suspects that he has heard wrong.

"You said 'spiritual injury' just now, what happened?" Although I called his name, my tone was still cold.

Nowitzki hesitated for a moment, as if making some preparations.Whether in public or private, he had to answer my questions.

"You came with him, sir, and you should know that he saved a Jewish boy at the Berlin railway station."

I nod.That's the thing, Ernst told me, wondering what's up with the boy's father.

"After he was punished that time, there was a lot of rumors about him in the camp. That day, several Jews talked and laughed together, all of which were gossips about him. Afran Rabinowitz, the one he rescued The boy, Benriel Rabinowitz's father, happened to be passing by, heard the chatter of the prisoners, and went up to argue with them. Afran did not believe that he was such a person, and did not tolerate people using that extremely obscene, The dirty language insulted the hero in his heart. As a result, Afran was sentenced to fifteen days of confinement without food or water. If that was the case, Afran would definitely die.

"Somehow this got him to know, and he got Shenk's special permission to give Afran the food and water he had saved every day. We were all happy for Afran and started counting the days. Finally fifteen When the day came, I went with Afran because I was worried about his physical condition. When I opened the door of the confinement room, he yelled, but there was no movement. We looked at each other, not knowing what happened to Afran. In the end, he advanced In the confinement room, I heard a noise soon after, and someone fell. I hurried in and saw Afran lying on the ground, dead."

"Dead?" No matter how reserved I was, I couldn't keep my composure. "How did you die?"

"This is the most miserable place. Afran died of a hunger strike. He had been dead for a day. Half of the food he gave Afran was left untouched, and some were even moldy."

"why?"

"Because Afran is very paranoid. He can't tolerate his hero doing that kind of thing, and he can't tolerate himself being a reason for a hero to do that kind of thing. He would rather die than bear such a crime."

"Does he know?" I knew in my heart that asking was unnecessary.But, I hope... I can only hope...

Nowitzki nodded, brutally, heavily. "I know that Afran told me what he thought. Afran questioned him once. Not only did he endure it, but he also asked me to help enlighten Afran."

"God! How can he bear it?!"

"He couldn't stand it! It was such a blow to him. He passed out on the spot. The noise I heard was his."

If I hadn't been sitting, I'd have fallen too.I closed my eyes and felt nothing but heartache.God!How many things I don't know, how much did he bear?

"Sir!" Nowitzki called to me.

I dare not look up at him, but I can't lose control in front of the prisoner.I just nodded slightly, agreeing.