Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

With the determination that "I never expect Rhett to spit out ivory again," Scott regained his peace of mind, and with brisk steps, he began his long-delayed walk along Peachtree Street.

Rhett didn't slow down to match his companions. He knew that although the little black cat didn't walk very fast and didn't look fast, he always had a way to leave the crowd far behind.

"You really haven't received military training, baby?" Rhett grinned, and he walked briskly on Scott's left, "It looks more qualified than me, a student who was expelled from West Point Military Academy."

"...Are you always so chattering and nonsense, Rhett?" Scott's green eyes blinked, and the thick long eyelashes concealed the flickering look, "I have been wandering in the North Atlantic for so many years. A little military training and I'm still alive tonight?"

"I remember some little guy called a sea cat telling me one sunny afternoon that bullshit is all about relationships, huh?" Rhett automatically ignored the second half of his answer.

"Ah?" Scott was tongue-tied, had he really said such philosophical words?He retorted dully, "...I really don't understand why speaking frankly has become a virtue among the world's population."

"What a little hypocrite." Rhett's mustache curled up, his white teeth and a pair of black eyes shone like stars in the night.

On the road at night, there were significantly fewer pedestrians and carriages.Although the factory was still rumbling and slowly producing military supplies, it didn't affect the pair's enthusiasm for walking in the slightest.

Before they knew it, they came to the door of the hospital.

The windows of the hospital were open, orange candlelight and heart-piercing shouts poured out of the windows, and swarms of flies swarmed in through the windows, making the hospital look like the entrance to hell.

"Let's go see Dr. Meade." Scott grabbed his companion's sleeve.

"The patriot with the goatee probably wouldn't have been ecstatic about my visit."

"I think he'd love to eat you alive and give the Confederacy what he's got out of it." Scott made his way up the hospital steps.

The tall stone pillars and stained glass in front of the hospital made it look like a church, but after entering it, it was discovered that the inside was simply hell.

No wonder Scarlett hated hospitals.

That's right, the hospital is really a place full of negative energy.There was a stench everywhere, and lice and flies were the most vigorous creatures. The wounded were lined up densely, and many of them were dying, and died not long after they were sent in.

The hospital was overwhelmed by the wounded, and the wounded continued to pour into the hospital even though beds, medicines, and bandages were increasingly scarce.

They were originally city people, country people, lawyers, doctors, teachers, dentists, carpenters, blacksmiths, tenant farmers, farmers... They abandoned their homes and businesses, defeated the crazy attacks of the north again and again, and paid unspeakable sacrifices for it. painful price.

Now, unable to resist Sherman's ruthless outflank any longer, they retreated step by step, exhausted.

They were wrapped in bandages, unshaven, blood-stained, all pale and nervous waiting for the doctor's examination. Their appearance made people feel unbearable but helpless.

Dr. Meade hurriedly greeted Scott, but still ignored Rhett.

He was busy treating the wounded soldiers, and whispered to Scott in his busy schedule: "Look, Scott, the dozen or so boys lying here, they suffered from sepsis, typhoid, pneumonia, and illness before they came to Atlanta." Gangrene, physical strength has long been exhausted, and there is not enough food to provide nutrition, they simply do not have the strength and courage to fight against the disease."

The tall arched stained glass windows are painted with sacred patterns of the coming of Jesus, which makes people feel full of passion and respect when they look at it.

At Jesus' feet stood a priest dressed in black.Holding the Holy Land, he said in a low and gentle voice, "Although I have walked through the valley of death, I am not afraid of being persecuted. Because you are with me."

The wounded soldier covered with a brown blanket has died, but his eyes are still wide open, and there are still many regrets and unwillingness...

The upper and lower floors of the hospital were full of wounded soldiers.

"Give me the painkiller...Give me..." The unshaven wounded soldier tore the sheet feebly, his hoarse cry was drowned in the din of the police.

"Sorry, boy, we don't have any more medicine for you." Dr. Meade turned to Scott, the beard on his chin trembling slightly, "opium is too scarce to relieve the suffering of the living, only to the dying." The wounded, so that they can ascend to heaven in peace. The quinine and tincture of iodine are out of stock, and the chloroform used for anesthesia is also extremely scarce. It can only be used in the most serious cases of amputation." He said sympathetically to the next wounded: "I am so sorry for you, My child, this leg has to be amputated. Yes, yes, I understand what you mean, but the wound has rotted, see these red lines? It must be amputated."

Dr. Meade put on his stethoscope and went to the next casualty.

Two skinny soldiers looked like patched mummies. They leaned on the bed and played cards calmly with the help of the cabinet between the two beds.The two of them were lucky, and this time they recovered a life from the scythe of death.What fate awaits them next time, only God knows.

Mrs. Merriwaite appeared behind Dr. Meade, with her sleeves rolled up high, a white turban wrapped around her head, and a large apron tied around her fat waist. She put down the basin and towel, and began to replace an illiterate country youth. write a letter.

"I, never, see, you, and Dad again..." This young man was handsome, with messy brown curly hair, and a pair of chocolate-colored eyes stared at the ceiling blankly.His shirt was unbuttoned, and blood continued to ooze from the bandage wrapped around his chest.

Mrs. Merriwat, who was always fierce, turned her head away, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled at the young man, and continued to write.

"I don't want an amputation...go away, I don't want an amputation, don't...ah!!! I can't stand it...no!!! ah! don't cut my leg...no..."

The doctors and nurses were all tense and heavy-faced.In such an environment, Melanie is probably the only symbol of the era who can be gentle, considerate and full of sympathy.

Rhett's dark face was like marble. He didn't make another nasty statement. He just smiled at Scott and said: "Although disease can't provide a bonus to beauty, it is a touchstone of beauty. I believe, Baby, even if you are disheveled and distorted, you can still be beautiful and charming. If one day you are disabled by a cannonball with no eyes, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."

Scott rolled his eyes and blurted out, "I'll take care of you even if you're pregnant."

It was the first time Rhett had been tongue-tied in front of him.He was so full of jokes that he was stillborn.

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