The whole world is afraid of me erasing the spiritual base

"Miss Nanding, I'm really not sick."

In the simple black room, such a strange scene appeared. The sub-servant Mash retreated step by step with his shield on his back, while Nightingale, who was known as the goddess of the lamp, was approaching step by step.

"My immunity has been greatly improved after that strange servant possessed me. I really haven't been sick recently!"

"No, you are sick. As a doctor, I will try my best to cure you." Nightingale stared straight at her, with a blazing fire in his eyes, "If you are sick, you have to remove the necrotic part. resection!"

As she spoke, she was digging and digging in the cloth bag she carried, as if she was about to pull out an unusually sharp scalpel.Lixiang hugged Fufu, completely dumbfounded.

Didn't you agree to be the goddess with the lamp? How could this be?This mental state looks more like Berserker!

"Uh, Lixiang, it seems that Miss Nightingale we met is indeed a crazy follower."

Whispers full of confusion and embarrassment came from the watch, and on the other side of Chaldea, Romani suddenly had some doubts about his current career.

Fujimaru Tatsuka looked at Matthew who was about to be forced into a corner, and then at Nightingale who was in a strange excitement, finally swallowed and stood in front of the purple-haired girl.

"Predecessor, senior?"

"It's okay, Mash, you'll be fine soon." After comforting Little Eggplant in a low voice, the black-haired boy still mustered up the courage to look at the "Goddess with the Lamp", "I have a question, Miss Nightingale, Where did Matthew get sick?"

Suddenly being asked this question, Nightingale couldn't help being stunned for a second, and then fell into deep thought.

"That's right. Before treatment, it is necessary to inform the patient of the specific condition. Let me think about it, where did she get sick?"

Nightingale rested her chin and thought about it, but the more she thought about it, the more blurred the signs of illness that appeared on the purple-haired girl, and every time she caught a glimpse of a symptom, the signs that appeared on the surface dissipated like a cloud of mist I went... I looked at the purple-haired girl carefully, but I couldn't find any symptoms on her body.

It was as if the sudden premonition just now was wrong.

"Impossible, after I've been promoted to a follower, I can't be wrong with my intuition towards patients." Nightingale frowned, and stretched out her hand to Matthew, "There must be something wrong with you. Question, can you extend your hand, I want to judge you further."

The purple-haired girl hid her hands abruptly, stepped back a few steps, and looked at Nightingale beseechingly.

"Miss Nanding, I..."

"It's not a good habit to avoid medical treatment. When a patient refuses to cooperate, a certain amount of violence is required for treatment!"

Nightingale raised her fist and squeezed it with a crackling sound.

"Wait, Miss Nanding, we also have a professional medical team here in Chaldea. If there is something wrong with Matthew's health, we will definitely report to Matthew immediately. If Matthew himself doesn't receive it , doesn't that mean that Matthew's body is normal?"

The purple-haired girl lowered her head, then Tatsuka Fujimaru covered her back, and quietly typed a few words on the watch, and Romani of Chaldea immediately jumped up as if she had been stung by a bee.

"Ahaha, that's right, Chaldea has been monitoring the physical condition of Mash and Lixiang! Even now, both Lixiang and Mash's physical condition is normal (a little premature aging at most)!"

"Is that so, then I will not carry out the treatment for the time being."

Nightingale put the half-drawn scalpel back into the bag, Fujimaru Tatsuka and Matthew let out a sigh of relief, and clapped their hands together to express their thanks.

After "escape from birth", the black-haired master stared at the figure of the goddess with the lamp, and finally couldn't help asking:

"By the way, that, Miss Nightingale, do you know that this is the singularity?"

"Singularity?"

Nightingale picked up a roll of gauze that was slightly loose and rewound it.

"Of course I know, and I even know that you came here to restore humanity."

"Then Miss Nanding is interested in joining us to restore humanity together?"

……

With eager desire surging in his chest, Fujimaru Tatsuka quietly clenched his fists in a place where he could not see.

Do promise, do promise!

"Repair human reason?" The nurse in red put the wrapped gauze back on the shelf, and looked at him with some surprise, "Why do you have the illusion that I will agree? Repairing human reason is your job, and curing diseases and saving lives is my job." , why should I give up my responsibilities and go with you to restore humanity?"

"But Miss Nanding," Lixiang bit her lip, walked to the window, and pointed to the many huts under the cliff, "As a field nurse, you should understand that as long as the source of the wounded cannot be solved, There will be a steady stream of wounded soldiers sent here every day, and your work is endless! Only by stopping the source of all these can more people be saved from injury."

"So, you want to say, let me cooperate with you to wipe out all the Indians here?"

Nightingale turned around and looked at Fujimaru Tachika coldly.

Facing her clear and bright eyes, calm and without a trace of color, the Master who was about to save Humanity actually wanted to escape at this moment.

"Although I have lost part of my sanity because of my job rank, don't think that I am an irrational lunatic. This singularity is essentially induced by Indians, but for me, it doesn't matter whether the injured are white or black. , or Indians, they are wounded in need of care. I will take care of them like a mother, and nurse them until they are healed."

"As a caregiver, can they be treated differently because of their skin color, nationality, or even their beliefs! If I can't even do this, why would I give up the opportunity to enjoy a peaceful life and go to the war-torn Crimea? A job!"

Nightingale stared closely at the black-haired boy, his red eyes lit up with excitement, like a burning gem.

Bright, yet dazzling.

"Your point of view is not wrong. Only by eliminating the war itself can all the patients caused by the war be cured, but... If the end of the war ends with some of my patients destroying other patients, I will not agree with you to do so Commander, this is the end of our conversation, please go out and think about it first."

Just like that, Fujimaru Tachika was directly thrown out of the hut.

Sure enough... I was rejected again.

Fujimaru Tateka walked out dejectedly. For the first time in his life, he had doubts about the so-called "Servant Affinity" characteristic that the Chaldean staff told him.

Is it because he really understands them and thus wins the love of his followers, or are those followers who are much older than him and have much more achievements than him putting down their arrogance and trying to cooperate with him?

The more he thought about it, the more vulnerable the "confidence" that Chaldea forcibly molded seemed to be.

At this moment, he saw an Indian sitting on the big rock next to Nightingale's Red Cross hut.

……

The man was wearing a blue robe, with a few gorgeous parrot feathers stuck in his ears, but his complexion was darker than other Indians, showing a strong mixed blood color.Seeing Fujimaru Tachika looking over, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Miss Nightingale's distinguished guest, do you want me to show you around here?"

"No, not interested."

Suddenly seeing an Indian who had no hostility towards him and no barriers to language communication, Tatsuka Fujimaru was in a heavy heart, but also a little curious.

"My name is Fujimaru Tachika, and I'm from Chaldea. What's your name?"

"Charles."

The black-haired boy suddenly remembered that Boss Arthur in Heishui Town at the foot of the mountain seemed to have a gang brother named "Charles". I don't know if it was the one in front of him.

He shook his head, pushed the silly thought out of his head, and sat down next to Charles.

"By the way, I just heard that the chief respected Miss Nanding very much, calling her 'the envoy sent by the Feathered Serpent God'. Why didn't you call her along with her?"

It stands to reason that since the Indians hated the Western colonists so much, they should also hate Nightingale, but as far as he saw, Nightingale was put on the altar by this tribe, and even regarded as an angel .

Charles still lowered his head, silently cutting the arrow with the knife.

"Because I know that she is not a messenger sent by the Feathered Serpent God, but just an ordinary person. In fact, the chief also understands, but he needs a reason, a reason to appease the restless hearts of the people. Only the sun god in the sky and the Feathered Serpent God There are other great gods, so those guys who want to go down the mountain and kill all the white robbers can stay here temporarily to recuperate."

"Don't you think it's strange that Miss Nanding looks exactly like the 'white bandit' you call, yet you regard Miss Nanding as your guest of honor."

"No." Charles sighed, looking far ahead, only he himself understood that he was actually looking at the town of Blackwater at the foot of the mountain, "Indians never retaliate against their saviors. They can understand who is really good to them and who harbors evil intentions."

Whether the human heart is good or bad has never had anything to do with race or religion.

"Then... what kind of person is Miss Nightingale?"

"Although we were very wary of Miss Nightingale at the beginning, she quickly conquered us with her unique charm. In order to allow us to recover from our injuries, we divided the temporary hospital into two , constantly traveling between the two places. This kind of kindness, even if we repay it for a lifetime, it will not be exhausted."

With a sharp thump of the knife, the arrow began to take shape, and Charles clenched it tightly, as if holding his own life.

"Before I returned to the tribe, I had been in the white society, and I knew some of their customs. But I think, compared with the hypocritical crosses and angelic holy spirits they believe in, Nan Nan who really heals the pain of the world Miss Dingle is the angel with the lamp."

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Personally, I feel that compared to the historical facts, the image of Nanding in the waste dog has added a crazy EX and various cut-off attributes. Although I understand that this is for fun and cuteness, I personally feel that Nanding, as the founder of the nursing business and The height and depth of the founders of modern nursing education have been greatly weakened.So here, I plan to raise the height of Nanding on the original work of Waste Dog, and get closer to the historical fact Nanding.

PS: The Charles here just borrowed the name and image of Charles from Red Dead Redemption 2, and reset his personality.

感谢在2020-07-2923:52:38~2020-07-3022:58:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of 鵺;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!