winter rose

Before the blizzard of [-] swept across the battlefields in western Europe, the frigid Siberia was already covered with heavy snow.

The order from above said that the eastern battlefield urgently needs medical support.The Strategic Science Corps was naturally ranked first in the position of dedication, and Dr. Carter was the number one after tens of thousands of people retreated.

"They... finally remembered that I am a doctor."

When Perry heard the news, she was cleaning up surgical equipment in the medical tent, and picked up a sharp silver knife dipped in alcohol from a shallow plate. She raised her eyebrows and asked back.

"Where's Miss Green, the little nurse in the medical wing next door?"

The soldier who came to inform the news did not respond, but just lowered his head unnaturally.

She sneered.

It is agreed that going to the battlefield is equivalent to a voluntary sacrifice, but now?

No one wants to die, no one wants to.

The Roaring Commando will not come back after ten days and half a month, not to mention the prevarication of this kind of thing can't bother him at all.

And Margaret and Howard have no right to intervene in this matter, although they both have the ability to do so.

Although she has ten thousand ways, reasons and even excuses for not going, but now, she doesn't want them to embarrass her for such a small matter...

"Okay, I'll get ready and leave in the afternoon."

She showed a rare smile to the unfamiliar soldiers, so that those soldiers who were lining up in the medical tent waiting to be bandaged were also stunned.

No one had ever seen Dr. Carter smile, they had only seen her expressionless as she poured alcohol on the wound.

In the daze of that moment, they couldn't be sure who was better in terms of appearance, Nurse Green or Dr. Carter.

But the medical staff who is going to be a field doctor is still Perry.

This is really not a big deal, and no one was alarmed, except Green and Carter who had been included in the options.

During lunch, Perry said hello to Margaret, who was hurrying about the Roaring Commandos, and walked around a corner, and happened to see Howard flirting with a sweet-looking little secretary.

Perry raised his eyebrows knowingly and said "You can, Howard", and the women's friend responded with a cheap and sweet smile in her direction.

That afternoon, Perry packed more than half a Jeep with all the medical supplies he needed.And her own luggage is only a small backpack.

She doesn't speak Russian, but she is going to support the Soviet battlefield.Except for a pamphlet of identification issued from above, she was even more alone than "single-handedly".

There is still one month before the next meeting with Bucky, and his support plan has been set for two weeks.

She didn't know what it was to send a doctor and a truckload of medical supplies, and if Margaret or any of the Howards had been there, they would have told her it was nothing more than political maneuvering.

In fact, it's not that Perry doesn't understand, but what's the point if he understands it.

So she set foot on the journey alone.

When we arrived at the station of the Soviet anti-French troops, we happened to meet them setting off.

What's even more coincidental is that a male doctor in their medical team can speak English. It's all about work anyway, and Perry, who doesn't speak Russian, can only communicate with him.

"Hello."

The doctor with a handsome face and a thin body, with a standard Slavic high nose bridge and gold-rimmed glasses waved at her.

"I'm an army doctor of the 384th Army of the Soviet Union. You can call me Victor."

"Call me Perry." She shrank her neck, trying not to expose herself to the cold air.

"Perry Carter, attached to the Strategic Science Corps."

"Strategic Science Corps?" He seemed to have never heard the name of this organization, and because of his status as a doctor, he showed great interest in it.

"Is it a newly established organization?"

"The most successful experiment in our organization is Captain America."

Perry said something casually.

Victor immediately showed a very surprised expression.

"I majored in neurology in college! I have always been particularly interested in the topic of human nerve modification with super soldier serum—"

The unfinished words were interrupted by the horn of the car. Victor and the people in the car spoke a few words in Russian, and then the army's long journey began.

One thing I have to mention is that due to various reasons such as wind, snow and supplies, the jeep when Perry came is now not only full of medical equipment, but also full of wounded soldiers.

So, she was going to walk with the Soviet medical team.

It was a long journey in the wind and snow, and she felt that she might have heard a joke.

It wasn't until she and Victor had walked a long distance in the middle and back of the line that Perry still felt like he was dreaming.

"...Dr. Carter? Dr. Carter? Perry!"

She suddenly came back to her senses, and looked at Victor beside her in astonishment.

"Sorry..." She frowned and looked around.

The snow has stopped, but the sky is still gloomy.

"Sorry Victor, I lost my mind."

"I thought you were frozen dumb by the cruel and merciless Siberia."

He made a wisecrack and passed a bar of chocolate.

"I forgot to say, welcome to the Soviet Union."

Perry twitched the corner of his mouth symbolically, and took the piece of candy.

"It's an honor."

The biggest difference between a field doctor and a frontline military doctor is——

The latter can be clean and beautiful, and survive until victory without dying.

As for the former, not only is he disgraced every day, but he may even be sacrificed.

Perry only knew this before, but she didn't know it.

But now, she is very clear.

The wounded soldier was evacuated from the artillery-fired battlefield lying on a stretcher, and Perry, who was crushing the wounded soldier's wound, ran in large strides trying to keep up with their speed.

The shells exploded one by one behind him.

The last one fell less than five meters behind them.

She heard countless instructions in Russian, and a shout in English stood out among them.

"Get down!"

Then she was thrown from behind.

The huge explosion made her mind buzz for a long time, and when she finally got up from the ground, the round of attack was over.

What she saw when she looked up later was also what she tried to forget in the future.

Perry suddenly remembered the person who threw himself down just now.

She turned around abruptly, and it was no surprise that she saw the only man on the entire battlefield who could say the phrase "get down" in English.

That night, she operated on Victor to remove shrapnel, a full six.

"If a piece of shrapnel is on a vital organ, you're going to die."

After waking up, Victor looked at the tightly wrapped gauze around his body, and then looked at Perry.

"Are you an international support..."

"There's no reason for that, Victor."

She hugged the quilt covering her body tightly, and the medical tent was full of the smell of alcohol.

A trace of blood flashed across his pale face due to excessive blood loss, and Victor opened his mouth as if to defend something.

"You know what I said for no reason."

Perry added.

"This is a battlefield. No matter what happens, you should ensure your own safety first. Victor, if I take my life for some stupid reason, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life—"

"—my sister has green eyes too."

He interrupted her suddenly.

The atmosphere in the hospital wing changed suddenly.

The medical wing at night was filled with the wailing of wounded soldiers, and occasionally there were a few whispers in dreams.

In the corner full of medical equipment boxes, the calm and sober appearance of the English-speaking doctors seemed incompatible with the pain of the outside world.

Maybe that's not true either.

Because Perry is cold, Victor is not.

"On my sister's seventh birthday, she was killed by the Nazis in Stalingrad."

Perry was stunned for a moment.

Some people will be saved at the age of seven, but some will not.

She suddenly thought.

"I regret that……"

It was a long time before Perry uttered such a dry remark.

"That's why I thought when I first saw you."

Victor raised the corner of his mouth.

"When you were seven years old, you should have been similar to my sister, with a pair of beautiful green eyes, shining brightly."

"...Victor, you should be thanked for saving me. But I have to say, next time, please take care of yourself—"

"—I couldn't save my sister before but now I can."

He just stared at those green eyes, stretched out his hand subconsciously, but took it back after realizing something.

"You don't have to feel indebted..."

"I will not."

She interrupted him suddenly, like a hedgehog suddenly bristling with spikes.

At that time, Perry suddenly discovered that, except for those people he knew well, he was so afraid of other people's kindness.

I want it, but I dare not.

Who knows if it will be lost one day.

If you didn't accept it at the beginning, you won't be sad if you lose it.

So that's why, at the time, Perry would reject Bucky's box of chocolates.

Victor looked at Perry, who was full of guard, and shook his head helplessly.

"Tell me something else. You went to Cambridge Medical School?"

Perry glanced at him.

"Yes."

"I knew..." He sighed.

"I've read your information from the United States. I graduated a few years earlier than you. If I was in the same class, maybe... No, I'm a neurologist, and you are... What are you here?"

"Clinical medicine," Perry added.

"Later I also chose Pharmacy."

"Ah, then it's amazing that you can persevere—"

"I failed a subject."

The conversation that night ended with Perry successfully closing the conversation.

The support time originally planned to be only two weeks was suddenly extended.

There are many kinds of accidents in this world, Perry stuffed a piece of Merci's liqueur chocolate into his mouth, chewed the sugar shell, and the rich aroma of the wine permeated the air.

That box of merci supported her for a long time as a doctor in the cold Siberia.

"Leaving at six o'clock."

Victor packed his surgical kit and looked at Perry.

"This time, the 384th Army is fighting the Nazis head-on, which is more dangerous than ever."

Perry threw a bar of chocolate into his arms.

"Take care of yourself." She added.

"By the way, I don't know your full name yet."

"Uh... if you get rid of those complex middle names plus last names."

He adjusted the gold-wire mirror frame, looked up at Perry, and gave her a gentle smile.

"My name is Victor Romanov. If you don't mind the trouble, Perry, you can call me Dr. Romanoff once in a while."

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Fifty questions can't be written, but the forgotten past during the war can be written fluently

Dr. Romanov in neurology, do you remember him?