part 2/2 the medics were stationed in the basement of a school. the building, of course, was abandoned and now served as a good base for our soldiers. by the time i arrived, the basement had already been settled and well-equipped by the medics and signalmen. beds made of planks, triple-decker bunks made of stretchers, school desks and chairs, a gas stove for cooking and heating, a working toilet  one shared toilet outside and one for the signalmen in the basement, a working shower, a washbasin, dishes, a mountain of food, free cigarettes from humanitarian aid, plenty of water. paradise! the medics examined me and decided to hospitalize me. our medics werent great general practitioners, but they managed the tasks assigned to them. however, to be honest, they had no idea how to treat my dermatitis. they smeared me with all sorts of antibacterial ointments  these helped, after a while, to clear up the extensive skin infections. then they started treating me with eea (brilliant green antiseptic). it hardly helped. the weeping dermatitis would get better, then worse, and so on, in a cycle. nefrit went to the medics with me. there werent too many patients: about a dozen. the supply guys prepared food for us. the building was heated with gas, there was no need to gather firewood. there was plenty of everything. the village of ts. even had its own dealer who sold goods from russia. the medics regularly took soldiers to russia to see a dentist, so you could order all sorts of things from the stores through the driver. in general, we could do nothing all day long and still have everything we needed.
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