I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Marthalie didn't know who the two people in front of her were.

But after hearing this question, she was silent for a long time and then slowly spoke.

"It's not this world that disappoints me."

Although there was no pain, Marthalie's voice had become hoarse and weak due to the inhuman torture.

"I can give you a chance for revenge." Xia Ya said quietly, "After you die, you can take revenge on those people in your soul state."

After a long silence, she sighed.

"If that's the case, they'll be more convinced that it's all witches.

They will get crazier and more people will die from it. "

Xia Ya looked at Masali in surprise, paused, and said with interest, "So, you plan to give up this opportunity for revenge?"

Masali's eyes dimmed a little, and after a moment, she laughed at herself.

"To whom shall I seek revenge?"

Char raised his eyebrows.

"To the soldiers who faithfully fulfilled the orders, or to the people who were coerced by hatred and fear and whose will was ignorantly guided.

The reason why I am here now has something to do with everyone in this city.

But it has nothing to do with them.

And the real culprits, I don’t even know where they are or who they are.”

Marthalie lowered her eyes and said in a low voice.

"I'm a doctor.

My teachings only teach me to save people, but they never teach me to kill people.

Although I don’t know who you are, I can feel your kindness and I appreciate your kindness.

If possible, could you please pass the suicide note that was placed under the pillow in my cell to a child?

That's something someone else entrusted to me.

She was also tried as a witch and was supposed to be executed yesterday. "

Xia Ya came back to her senses and said with great interest, "What about you? Do you have any last words?"

"I have no favor in this world."

Marthalie said in a low voice.

"If you can, I hope you can help me end the pain."

Xia Ya didn't speak, just stared at her quietly.

After a moment, he spoke.

"In fact, this is the purpose of my coming here, to relieve you."

After a pause, his eyelids closed slightly, and the corners of his lips raised an imperceptible arc.

"But now, I've changed my mind."

Masali slowly raised her head and looked at him with some confusion.

“In your heart, you have your own beliefs and perseverance.

This is very rare in this era. "Xia Ya said.

“If people like you entered Hades early, this world would be too boring.

In the near future, a young boy will pull out the Sword of King's Choice and become the new emperor of this country, bringing hope.

All the chaos you see will be brought to an end by him.

The driving force behind this absurd chaos will eventually be punished for the sins he has committed.

However, even the king of destiny cannot face all the malice and darkness alone.

There are also some things that he cannot face.

For example, an enemy cannot be seen with the naked eye, but can take away countless lives.

This plague, and those things that took away the lives of those warriors outside the battlefield. "

Xia Ya looked at her eyes, and Marthali felt that what she was looking at was not a pair of eyes, but a vast Milky Way.

"I can give you two choices.

Enter Hades and escape from this filthy world.

Your achievements are enough to allow you to enter the realm of bliss and enjoy eternal happiness.

The other way is to continue to stay in the world and save more people's lives.

I can give you another life. "

Marthalie lowered her head and fell into a long silence.

She didn't know who the two people in front of her were.

But she felt that he was not lying.

It seemed that it was because Masali had been silent for too long, Xia Ya said with interest.

“Are you completely disillusioned with this country?”

"Is that rumor true?" Marthalie muttered absentmindedly.

At this time, Alicia also said seriously.

"I saw with my own eyes that the sword is now embedded in the cathedral of the imperial capital."

Marthalie looked at Alicia who was speaking, looking at her face that did not seem to exist in the human world.

She fell silent, countless thoughts flowing in her eyes.

Fearful, unwilling, and uneasy, there was obviously some struggle on her face.

She obviously didn't want to die like this, no one wanted to die so early.

But she was also afraid of encountering something like this again.

No one wants to experience this kind of pain again.

But then, she seemed to remember something, finally made up her mind, and her eyes gradually became clear.

She said in a hoarse voice.

"If. if I could."

Xia Ya's eyelids closed slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile. He stretched out his finger and touched her forehead.

“Remember, no matter who you were.

Now, your name is

Florence Nightingale. "

These were the last words Marthalie heard before she lost consciousness.

. . . . .

“Florence!

My daughter, you must not go to the front!

I am already very opposed to you learning those useless medical skills.

Now you are going to such a dangerous place again! "

Florence slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was no longer the cold and damp dungeon, but a rather luxuriously decorated bedroom.

There are expensive shag carpets, solid wood furniture, and even wallpaper on the walls. Although it can't be said to be magnificent, it can be said to be very exquisite.

Although her family can be said to be wealthy, they cannot afford to live in such a place.

In front of her was a well-dressed gentleman, who looked to be in his forties, with a very delicate mustache and a blond wig on his head, a standard Brittanian upper-class dress.

There were many more memories in her mind, and it was another memory named "Florence Nightingale".

Born into an upper-class family in the imperial capital.

Not long ago, Nightingale and her father went to the south to visit her sick grandmother.

Because her grandmother's condition worsened and she was bedridden and lacked care, she stayed with her to take care of her.

Soon, my grandmother's health improved greatly.

Then Mrs. Gale, the old nanny, fell ill again. Florence rushed home again and took good care of the terminally ill Mrs. Gale.

Until the old man died, Florence stayed by the bedside and never left.

From that time on, Florence understood that if you want a patient to recover faster, nursing work is essential, and the medical environment is also very important.

But in this day and age, no one with status works as a nurse.

Nurses are often ignorant, rude, alcoholic, and untrained women.

The medical environment is also very bad. No one is taking care of the hygiene of the place where the patients are. It is dirty and smelly, and the mortality rate remains high.

So Florence had been hoping to change all that.

She took the opportunity to go to Beichen to learn about the medical care work there.

In Britannia, most doctors believed that wound infections were caused by something called miasma.

But in Beichen, she learned that there is a kind of tiny organism in this world that is difficult to see with the naked eye, and it is these tiny organisms that cause wound infections.

Poor sanitary environment and various dusts are the root causes of the breeding of these tiny organisms.

There, she learned how to use alcohol and boiling water to destroy these tiny organisms, which further confirmed the impact of the medical environment on patients' health.

There is even something called "Mafei San" known in the East, which can be used to anesthetize patients and facilitate surgical operations.

She studied there for several months, determined to take this knowledge with her to Britannia.

Next, she plans to go to the front line and become a field nurse.

The knowledge in her mind and some of the knowledge she had learned in the past began to corroborate each other, making her more certain of something.

As the memories were sorted out, Nightingale came back to her senses with some shock.

At this moment, she also truly realized it.

It seems that I really have a new life.

She has a family who loves her, and a very clear ideal and goal.

She looked at the father of her life, and as her memories merged, she became more and more familiar with the person in front of her.

She took a deep breath, and then said with firm eyes.

"Father, I have made my decision and no one can change it.

This country needs me, and so do the soldiers who sacrificed their lives and blood for Britannia. "

When the old father heard this, his face turned red almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was trembling with anger.