HP Wendy's crossing running account

Today is Wendy's big day.

She finally opened a new map, no, she can say goodbye to the infirmary temporarily.

Staying in the infirmary for the past two days, she is about to grow mushrooms.And the only people I saw were Susan, who kept a straight face all day long, and another girl who occasionally came in to get a medicine bottle.Friends in the legend, only hear their voices but not their people.

Even when I go to the toilet occasionally, I happen to never meet anyone. (The girls in the laundry room were ignored by you, hello)

Now Wendy can't help but lament how lucky she is. On the first day she came here, she ran into a friend picking at the door.Facts have proved that it is a small probability event that Susan did not close the door properly.

However, the past 48 hours were not fruitless, at least Miss Wendy groped the infirmary to the bottom.

The first thing to bear the brunt is the medical supplies: the lower cabinet contains gauze, bandages, tape, cotton, tweezers, small scissors, and thermometers, all of which are no different from those in the 21st century.However, Wendy noticed that the Band-Aids, which were produced around 1920, did not appear.

The medicines in the glass cabinet are a bit shabby: the white powder in a large unlabeled glass jar is lime (lime is a common medicine, what age is this ==), and the labeled bottle includes morphine, quinine , iodine, and alcohol.

The most useful information comes from a bottle of aspirin tablets, a drug that was produced around 1900 and has a shelf life of no longer than two years.The bottle of aspirin was produced on October 1930, 10.

Therefore, the time can be determined as between 1930 and 1932.

Wendy was very happy, and said: Although her spoken English is only pretending to be a kindergarten child, her professional level is still good. It is easy and stress-free to read Latin drug names, and she can remember the strange history of science clearly.

What is even happier: in this era when penicillin has not been invented and the structure of DNA is still guessing, there is simply a lot to do.Wendy has already started to think about what would be a better application form if she wanted to join the scientific community.When World War II broke out a few years later, people like Einstein would all go to the United States. At that time, the immigration policy of the United States would be more relaxed.Well, it really is better to go to the United States.It is not so wonderful to stay in the UK and be involved in the war. In the past four or a few years, many cities in the UK have been bombed, and they lost their lives accidentally.This kind of death is not as good as a laboratory explosion. At any rate, it has something to do with "dedicated to science". What is it called being cannon fodder by a bomb?

The three books on the table are "Jane Eyre", "Shakespeare's Sonnets" and a small philosophy book whose name I can't understand. They are all old books published before 1905. Wendy lost interest after flipping through them .When she was bored and could only YY the US immigration plan, she was sentenced to "get out of prison".

First, she was dragged to the bathroom to take a hot shower, and Wendy was sure that she had been scorned because she had the huge bathhouse to herself.I use soap to shower and wash my hair, and then I put a milk-scented paste on my face, probably face oil or antifreeze cream.

The unexpected treatment made Wendy dizzy with happiness again.Until she was put on clean underwear and robes, and was pulled by Susan to wipe her hair, she was still in the mood of being satisfied.

Although Ms. Susan's care these days is a bit rough, it can be called meticulous.For example, in the item of wiping hair, although the range of movement is a bit large, and occasionally it hurts a little, but I have been struggling for 10 minutes and have not stopped, because "If you don't dry it well, you will catch a cold when the wind blows." .

Probably because she was really tired of the long hair that could not be wiped dry, Susan's dead face became more and more obvious.Suddenly, she said coolly, "Cut it off."

Ok?

However, before Wendy could open her mouth, she said to herself again: "Forget it, it's so beautiful, the adopters will like it."

After a while, he said again: "A frail and sick child like you needs to find a rich family to support him."

Then, Wendy received a set of cups, toothbrushes and towels numbered 27, cleaned herself up, and was dragged off to have breakfast.

The new map of the corridor on the right side of the first floor is finally open:

Several locked wooden doors (the first one is known as the infirmary, and the others are later known to be the rooms of the stewards)

A particularly gorgeous double-opened carved wooden door (later known to be a small chapel),

Closely connected dining room and kitchen.

Wendy's breakfast was set aside on a shelf in the kitchen.Same as previous days, milk and oatmeal veggies gooey.

Susan placed Wendy on a small bench and asked her to drink from a small wooden bowl.Seeing that the paste was getting colder, he frowned again, walked to the stove, took a hot boiled egg from a large bowl full of eggs, and stuffed it into Wendy's arms.

Seeing this scene, the short and chubby cook couldn't help jumping up and making a shrill voice that didn't match her figure: "Hey, Susan—"

Susan raised her eyebrows and raised her eyebrows, with her hands on her hips and her feet spread out, just like the thin bony compasses described by Lu Xun: "Hey what! Isn't it just taking one egg from you - I know you falsely reported three to Mrs. Smith!"

The plump cook seemed to be strangled by someone, and she gasped for a few times without uttering a single syllable.Then he turned around resentfully, and muttered: "Okay, poor little thing, eat it, isn't it just an egg... Even if you feed her eggs and milk every day, she won't live long, William The doctor said, she is that, congenital heart disease..."

Susan acted as if she had never heard of it, but urged Wendy sternly: "What are you doing in a daze? Eat quickly! I'll send you upstairs after eating."

Wendy lowered her head and silently peeled the egg shells, peeling and biting a little bit, and secretly wiped away her tears while no one was prepared.

She decided that when she grew up, she would honor Susan with lots and lots of eggs, 10 eggs a day, eating one and losing nine—if she could grow up smoothly.

The author has something to say:

In the last paragraph, I actually wrote myself crying, which is really too entertaining, or the tear point has become lower recently.