father - home

It's finally over, the long, painful, difficult operation is finally over.We took him into the ward and got him settled.It was almost noon, and Ernst and Nowitzki still had some things to deal with. I asked them to go first, and then come to replace me after lunch.

After they left, I slumped on the wooden chair next to the hospital bed, exhausted.

I'm glad I made the right decision and didn't delay his treatment due to prejudice.Nowitzki was originally an attending surgeon at the Spandau Hospital in Berlin. He was far superior to Ernst and me in terms of experience and technology.Moreover, even if I have the same experience and skills as Nowitzki, I can't stick to it.My heart will fluster, my eyes will be dazzled, my hands will shake, and my mind will be confused.I have never seen such injuries, and never thought that who would be so cruel to others, and who would be able to bear all these injuries.I couldn't bear it even more, it was him who was hurt.

His injuries spread all over his body, and there was almost no part of his body that had not been violated.The injury is even more shocking, and the thought of the murder weapon that caused such injury makes one shudder, ropes, razors, sticks, hands, feet, nails and teeth... It is obvious that the person who hurt him did not want to kill him immediately, What they want is pleasure, satisfaction, anger, plunder and conquest.At first, his struggle and resistance aggravated the degree of injury. Later, he was tired, numb, and gave up.

The worst damage is inside the body.Although the location of the injury is not high, and each time the injury is not too severe, but it is repeated, accumulated, and superimposed every day, day after day, endlessly.The wound enlarged and deepened, became red and swollen, inflamed, suppurated, and necrotic.Bacteria and toxins flow through the body with the blood, infection, high fever, coma...

He is still unconscious.

Fortunately, he was unconscious, otherwise he would not be able to survive.Not to mention the long and unbearable operation process and the heart-piercing pain caused, the memories awakened by the pain alone are enough to overwhelm him a hundred times, destroy him a thousand times, and crush him ten thousand times.

I took vital signs again, and the situation didn't improve much.The urine output is still low and the kidneys are starting to have problems.Fortunately, the urine is no longer red.At that time, I was terrified: the catheter could not be inserted, and finally had to be replaced with a metal one, and all the blood came out.

I began to doubt, am I being too arbitrary, or too selfish, am I really treating him well if I insist on saving him like this?Is it too late?Was my going my own way really against his wishes and the will of God?Did he really give up, as Ernst said?He was tired and broke and fell down.God had mercy on him and really wanted to take him away, but I...

I held his hand, gently rubbing the slender fingers between the two palms.I have touched the hard calluses on my fingertips, which are the result of frequently pulling the trigger; the rope marks on my wrists, which are the marks left by abuse; Ink-stained, rough, and ugly, it was a testimony to this period of suffering, and it would remain there forever, accompanying him throughout his life.

A crazy idea suddenly popped into my mind: If I really failed to keep him, if he finally returns to heaven, I can't let him go with this number, I'm going to get rid of it, I'm going to make him perfect.

Can he still be flawless?Will his injuries heal?I am not sure.Even if he survived, it was hard to say whether he would be able to recover without leaving permanent disabilities.What's more, if God didn't give him time, how could he be perfect again?

No!What a mess of ideas!What a ridiculous idea!The hand I'm holding has his body temperature, which clearly tells me that he is not dead, he will not die, he is just tired, and wants to sleep for a while without being disturbed, and sleep quietly for a while.

You sleep, sleep quietly, I will always watch over you, stay with you, I will not let anyone disturb you, offend you.who I am?do you remember?I don't know if you remember me.Recall that you only said three words to me.We don't really know each other yet. I don't know your name yet. When you wake up, we should introduce each other formally.

Ernst finished his lunch and came to take my place, along with Capo.

"Marty, this is 'Professor.'"

It turned out that he was the "professor".In the morning, in Ward 25, he seemed to be there too. The "professor" is tall and handsome, with silver-white hair and blue-gray eyes. If the black capo uniform is replaced with a suit, the "professor" standing on the podium will definitely conquer all the students in the audience.

"Sir!" "Professor" stood at attention and saluted me.

Ernst brought the "professor" here now, something must be up.So I nodded in answer and looked at Ernst questioningly.

"Marty, it's like this. When I went out just now, Ellen told me that he could go to the Jewish people to recruit volunteers to donate blood for the Chinese. Don't worry, Marty, it's volunteers. Ellen's idea is good, but The usual food for the Jews is very poor, and the health status of most people is worrying. Although we can find some ways to get some food for blood donors, it is still too inappropriate for them to donate blood. In the camp, The only people with better food and health are political prisoners and Kapo. So I called the 'professor' and asked him if it was possible to find volunteers among the political prisoners."

I shook my head secretly, constantly blaming Ernst in my heart.Why are you doing this?Aren't you humiliating yourself?A political prisoner was not like a Jew, like any other prisoner in the camp.Most of them are well-educated, have high self-esteem, and most of them are of pure blood. They fight for their ideals and beliefs, and they are never considered really guilty. Even in concentration camps, they are generally respected, so political prisoners are the best in concentration camps. the prisoner.They looked down on almost all other prisoners in the camp, especially homosexuals.Because they also believe that homosexual behavior weakens the will of a nation, and homosexuals are selfish, cowardly, hypocritical, and despicable.How could there be volunteers among them?

"Sir, unfortunately, my blood type is not suitable, or else..."

The "professor"'s voice is thick and sincere, so that no one will doubt that he is telling the truth no matter what.

Even if you are willing, you don't despise him, it's because you know everything about him, but what about others... "'Professor', I understand, you don't need to say more. You know everything about him, what kind of person is he?" You are also aware of the people who donate blood for him, so those who donate blood for him must be people who respect and admire him sincerely. Besides, if there is even the slightest bit of reluctance, he will not feel at ease, and I will not agree." Well, If you're here to explain something, please come back.Now, he no longer needs any cheap sympathy and hypocritical pity.His heart is in the clouds, how can mortals peek into it; his love is like the sea, how can you think about it.

"No! Commander, I'm here to tell you that we have volunteers, enough volunteers. There is no reluctance, it's all out of sincerity, although this respect comes later and at a higher price, and it is mixed with Guilt and remorse, and gratitude."