Part one. Surgeon

Oleg Borisovich, a famous surgeon in the city, was urgently called to work. A former colleague was brought from prison in critical condition. Having learned, for what the anesthesiologist doctor got into the cell, the convicts decided to try him by their court. Now, with rupture of the rectum, he was brought in for emergency assistance. In a prison hospital, an operation of this level cannot be done.

True to the Hippocratic Oath, Oleg Borisovich took up the scalpel. The operation lasted four hours. I had to wash the entire abdominal cavity from blood and feces, and then bring the intestine to the stomach.

Tired after the operation, he brewed coffee in his office and took out the coveted bottle of brandy.

“Today you can! - he thought, pouring fragrant drink in a glass, - what to do, as a surgeon, I am obliged to treat this scum. And as a person, I would be glad to see him hanged on the gates of the medical institute, so that others would be discouraged! ”

He recalled the terrible night of January 13-14. Without changing the glorious tradition, the hospital staff decided to celebrate the old New Year. They didn’t throw off champagne, and why did the doctors get used to pure alcohol, the hospital didn’t have a shortage of, thank God, the policemen generously shared confiscated food with the hospital, remembering not one life saved by employees whose service is so dangerous and difficult . A snack was made improvised: someone took out sandwiches, someone poured boiling water on a “cube”, there was also a couple of “invite” bags for an improvised lemonade. The main thing, as they say, is communication, not abundance.

“You see how fun it is,” the operating nurse persuaded Tamara Masha, her ten-year-old daughter, “and you said it would be boring.”

On that day, Tamara's husband also worked on the night shift, and she was too shy to strain her neighbors with her worries. In the end, why not spend the night in a child's hospital, let him get used to his mother's profession.

“What a nice girl,” admired Anatoly Ivanovich, an anesthesiologist, trying to make a child a clapper made from a sheet of white paper. - You are today our Snow Maiden!

The duty indeed had every chance to remain in the memory of one of the most pleasant, but the holiday was spoiled by a man with an acute appendicitis. He needed an urgent operation, and Oleg Borisovich ordered to prepare the operating room and wash his hands.

Tamara Ivanovna, before washing herself for the operation, took the baby to a free ward, where the sisters usually stayed, put her in a crib, covered a rug, laid a teddy bear beside her and ordered her to sleep while Mommy worked.

The baby, not being capricious, nodded obediently with her head and did not turn to the side. She understood that her mother had a responsible job. In the operating room, everyone was already assembled, only the anesthesiologist did not appear.

“His mother is like that,” Oleg Borisovich swore, “where do the devils carry him, according to the women, did he go?”

Anaesthesiologist Anatoly Ivanovich worked in the hospital for a little over a year, and everyone was quite normal about him: young, cheerful, drink, though not a fool, so today he has tipped 200 grams of alcohol.

Finally, the anesthesiologist appeared, brought the patient into anesthesia, gave an order to the anesthesiology sister, and again ran away. And Tamara Ivanovna worked as an operating sister and could not go anywhere until the end of the operation.

When the patient was taken to the ward, she, together with the nurse, hurried to check Mashutka. Even in the corridor, Tamara heard a daughter crying, and her heart beat anxiously. Having accelerated her steps, she literally burst into the ward. But what seemed to her eyes could only be imagined by a hopelessly diseased brain! Her child, her lovely girl, who had just recently been merrily naughty at the table and amusing everyone with childish rhymes, was moaning in the blood-stained sheet, clutching the lower abdomen with her hands, from which dark blood flowed.Above her with the insane face of a maniac an anesthesiologist, also with bloody hands, bowed!

“Do not be afraid,” he murmured to Tamara, “it didn’t hurt her, I put her to sleep first.”

Oleg Borisovich, who came running to the shout of women, dumped the knockout with a powerful blow from the rapist, the three of them tied him to the bed, and reopened the operating room. No matter how the hands of the entire hospital staff scratched their own mob, the child’s life is the most expensive. Tamera could not work, she was given a large dose of sleeping pills so that she would not be damaged by her mind. The staff at the hospital is in shock. Is it a joke ?! Were a real maniac.

The bleeding child (he was found with four breaks in the perineum and vagina!) Was immediately put on the operating table. The life of the baby was saved, but with health and mental trauma will be much more difficult.

And the rapist doctor, until the police arrived, continued to assure his colleagues, who were free from the operation, that he was acting very professionally - and he anesthetized the process and wielded a finger. Many people were scratching their hands to accomplish self-righteousness, but no one was going to sit behind bars because of such a reptile. When the doors of a militia funnel were shut behind a human being, colleagues wiped sweat from their foreheads.

What pushed the representative of the most humane profession, who gave the solemn oath of Hippocrates, to such a wild, anti-human act - sudden rabies, insanity or released by spirits in spite of vices - must determine, of course, the result, and the court to appoint a fair punishment.

And now he himself became a patient.

“Just don't kill him!” - asked the investigator, leading the case of a maniac, - we need him alive!

“This is too quick and easy death,” replied the doctors, they should be planted for a very long time! Another thing is that with such injuries a little chance of survival!

A police post was left at the bed. “Thank God, thought Oleg Borisovich, that my daughter is already an adult. He studies at the institute and can stand up for himself. I would kill such people without trial! ”

He did not know that fate throws out and not such cogs. Oleg Borisovich, as his colleagues called him respectfully, after the death of his wife, for six years already raised his daughter Regina and son Seryozhu alone. His father was strict, but fair. Could, when required, and take the strap in his hands, although in the children, he didn’t touch the soul.

Of course, it’s hard for a man to raise children alone: ​​every year their requests grew, and they had to take more and more work. Regina turned into a beautiful girl from a plump little girl, graduated from school with a medal and went to college, and Serezha quickly matured and went to serve in the army.

In the last letter from his son, he learned that he was wounded, but now he is recovering, and moreover, he wants to marry Tatiana, the daughter of his father's colleague. “My son will marry soon, and I will give my daughter married and be left alone,” papa thought, “a good wife and mother of my grandchildren will leave her. All the housework can do. If only my husband got caught! ”

It ended up that when he came home from work, he heard the sweet moans of his beloved daughter. Opening the door to the big room, he saw how a completely naked little girl lay with her back on the dining table, and the young man in Adam's suit threw her legs on his shoulders. A couple did not think to stop.

“Dad,” Regina said, “this is Eugene, the man I’ve been waiting for all my life, and now please close the door.” You disturb us.

Dad went to cook dinner for three. At the table, he looked at the young man. With a sharp eye, he suspected him of an addict.

- You go to the registrar or so will live? - Dad asked.

“We won't register yet,” said the young man.

- Live. What else can I say? - responded Oleg Borisovich, - happiness to you.

In the evening, the doctor listened to the creak of the bed springs in the next room and a couple sighs.

"That's all! - he thought - the girl grew up. And on you! No white dress, no feast. Live and all! C'mon, as if ...