All our Kiev doctors repeat this sentence: God protects people who are from Maidan.
Tonight they brought a young man to the camp hospital. To save him, I needed to do a microsurgery. But at the hospital, there was no microsurgeon. And then came a man in his 50ties, who brought some medicines. He said: you don’t perhaps need a microsurgeon, do you? Similarly, in response to a request for medics to come and help, a second surgeon appeared. So we quickly set up the surgery and saved the guy’s hand. Thanks to wholesale distributors and random people in Kiev, we were supplied with the medicines a month ahead of time.
The doctors ask if someone has the ability and desire to help, to bring home food for the wounded. All doctors asked me to pass their gratitude and admiration for the spirit of…
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