witch mary bennet

Among Charlie Dawn's three inpatients, the most serious one was Phipps Knight's colleague, who was burned by dragon's breath in Wales half a month ago.

Mary thought that Phipps Knight might be injured, but she quickly dismissed the idea, and even if he couldn't write, there were ways of contacting her.

Then she really shouldn't have any more thoughts.

According to Dawn, the recovery speed of dragon breath burns is three times slower than that of ordinary burns, and it is generally believed that dragon breath carries some curses that humans do not understand, so that the injured parts grow slowly, because of this , to cast several special healing spells on the wound every day.

The unfortunate injured man was wounded on his back, and he had been lying on the bed for treatment. The wound was very large, and the same spell had to be cast four or five times. Therefore, Charlie Dawn had taught Mary all these healing spells in advance. He only cast the spell on the wounded man once, and then replaced it with Mary. If she didn't succeed, he would have time to remedy it, since the wounded man couldn't see it anyway.

Mary was a little nervous, but her spells basically achieved the expected effect. Of course, they couldn't communicate too much in the ward. When they were resting, Charlie Dawn first praised her a few words, and said that she was really I was so lucky to meet this kind of patient who was able to try his hand on the first day of work. You know, when he just started working, he had been on the sidelines for more than two months before he got the chance to make a move.

The other two patients were beyond Mary's reach. One of them was when the crucible exploded when he was mixing the potion. He was scratched by the fragments and corroded by the splashing potion. Fortunately, he escaped in time and was injured. The injury is not very serious, but all the injuries are on the face and arms, which obviously cannot be used for practice.And the other is the young master of a noble family. The scars left by the injury need to be slowly eliminated through the skin-skinning spell. The skin-skinning spell is an advanced spell, but Mary can't master it in a while.

This afternoon left a pretty good impression on Mary, just looking after three patients in the hospital, it was really easy, but she didn't expect her job to be so easy all the time, and of course it was as she imagined, the next morning, She followed Charlie Dawn to see the patients who came to see the doctor that day, and she was busy for almost the whole morning.

If it hadn't been for St. Mungo's, Mary would never have guessed how vulnerable wizards and wizards all over England were.Charlie Dunn is one of the many therapists responsible for dealing with trauma. He received the patients himself, and let Mary watch and take notes. In the morning, they received a total of six patients. One was cut down in the forest and was accidentally killed. A spell cut her arm, another housewife failed a tidying spell at home and got smashed in her foot, two young wizards wounded each other dueling over a trifle, and one fell off a broomstick The unfortunate person was directly admitted to the hospital because of his serious injuries. Mary had to follow Charlie Dawn to help him go through the admission procedures, and then sent the patient to the ward to settle down.

The last patient this morning was also a witch. This witch who lived in London cut her hand a big gash while preparing lunch in the kitchen. However, for Charlie Dawn, this is indeed the simplest illness.

The appearance of this wounded person also corrected Mary's misunderstanding all along. She originally thought that only magical injuries, such as spells or potions, would be treated at St. Mungo's, but this patient was obviously just an ordinary trauma. But also to seek magical healing.

So, when Charlie Dawn asked her how she felt about the morning consultation, Mary reported this discovery, and he laughed, "Mary, do you think wizards will go to Muggle doctors to see a doctor? Whatever ailments they have, even colds, they come straight to St Mungo's."

"That's why St. Mungo's needs so many therapists," he yawned, and added, "Mary, let's hurry up and have lunch, and we will continue to go to the ward in the afternoon. There are four patients now."

"How many inpatients can a therapist take care of at most?" Mary wondered.

"Five," Dawn replied, "any more will transfer the patient to another therapist."

"However, I heard that Dean Michelle is researching a new work system," he said during the meal. "Some therapists will be in charge of the ward, and some will be in charge of receiving patients."

Mary thought about it quickly, then shook her head again, "It can't be like this..."

"Why?" Charlie Dawn, as Mary's instructor, was obviously not willing to accept such questions.

"I think receiving patients is more troublesome than taking care of patients in the ward," Mary lowered her voice cautiously, "I heard that everyone is paid according to the length of their working years. Fair enough."

"Oh..." Charlie Dawn paused before praising, "Mary, your brain turns so fast."

"I just happened to think of it," Mary smiled too.

"But . . . Mary," he continued, "I haven't told you about our night work here?"

"Night shift?" This also surprised Mary.

"Generally, male therapists are assigned to be in charge of the night shift," Charlie Dunn introduced. "There are always some people who encounter trouble at night, for example, they fail to brew a certain medicine in the dead of night, so every night There will always be a therapist on duty so that patients can be treated in time when they come.”

"The night shift is arranged individually," he said with a rather smug smile, "I'm very lucky, so far I haven't been assigned a night shift yet."

The two were eating and talking, when suddenly, with a "bang", a house elf appeared beside them.

Mary knew the house-elf, her name was Shuya, and she was in charge of cleaning Charlie Dawn's ward and several nearby wards and bringing lunch to the patients.

"Mr. Dawn, Miss Bennet," cried the house-elf, "that Mr. Miller, he seemed to faint when I went to deliver the meal."

"Oh, Mary, let's go and see," Charlie Dawn jumped up, "Apparate!"

As soon as the words were finished, he had disappeared, and Mary hurriedly followed him, and by the way, she was glad that she had indeed practiced Apparation.

Mr. Miller was the one who unfortunately fell off the broomstick in the morning. After careful examination, Charlie Dawn confirmed that he just passed out due to excessive blood loss and hunger. He quickly woke up the patient and told He, he has been checked, luckily no internal organs were injured.

"Mr. Miller, let's have some porridge now," Dawn pointed to the house elf. "This is St. Mungo's special barley porridge. Our house elf Shuya is responsible for feeding you."

As a result, the gentleman in his forties looked at Shu Ya with horror, and shouted, "No, I don't want a house elf!"

He then pointed at Mary with a trembling finger, "This young lady should obviously take the responsibility of taking care of the sick!"

Mary hesitated for a moment, but Charlie Dawn replied immediately, "Miss Bennet is also a therapist, so, Mr. Miller, please lie down and let me feed you."

Mary could only stand aside, staring at the annoying patient with very angry eyes, and waited for Charlie Dawn to feed him a whole bowl of porridge.Mr. Miller demanded again, "You're coming to feed me tonight!"

"Of course, sir," Dawn agreed very happily.

After leaving the ward, he sighed, "Mary, I don't want to eat the rest of my lunch, will you go back?"

Mary also seemed to have lost her appetite, she shook her head, Dawn took out his pocket watch and looked, "Go to the dormitory and take a nap, it's still early."

The two walked back. On the way, he smiled bitterly and said to Mary, "Yesterday you felt that the work in the ward was idle, but it was actually because the three patients were not too heavy, and they could almost take care of themselves. One, it will be troublesome."

"Are you really going to keep feeding him at night?" Mary asked again.

"He will accept the care of the house-elf," Dawn seemed quite sure, and he even smiled, "Mary, please forgive me, but you must have imagined that Mr. Miller drank the porridge, probably It will soon be convenient, and when we are away he will always depend on the house-elves, and I have seen such patients before."

Mary felt that what he said was very reasonable, but she could only smile at this kind of content, and had no way to comment.

So she changed the subject slightly, "Mr. Dawn, if you're not here, then I really have to feed this gentleman porridge."

"I've said it all, familiar colleagues call each other Christian names," Charlie Dawn first pointed out Mary's mistake, and then added with a smile, "You can refuse him, at least I think, you are The therapist, and the young lady again, can't take care of him, of course, and the hospital already has enough house-elves to take care of the sick."

After taking a nap for 45 minutes, the two of them still apparated back to the hospital. Only then did Mary know that the employee badges they wore were still used for identification. Saint Mungo's Apparition.

In the afternoon, Mr. Miller really didn't bother anymore. In the evening, several of his relatives came to visit him and fed him another big bowl of porridge by the way.

The wizard who was corrupted by the potion recovered the fastest. He was discharged from the hospital in the second week after Mary started working. In the third week, it was Mr. Miller and the young master who treated the scars. At the end of the fourth week, the one who was burned by the dragon had the courage to go to the Welsh wyvern to avenge his revenge, and three new people moved into Charlie Dawn's ward patient.

Mary has been completely used to her job, and she is now looking forward to her first month's salary, and then she suddenly heard the news that Robert Walling, a Gryffindor classmate who entered St. Mungo's at the same time as her, unexpectedly To resign and leave.

Mary thought that Charlie Dawn had made a mistake, but within two days, she received an invitation from Robert Walling, saying that he had resigned, so she invited her classmates to a party at the Leaky Cauldron as a farewell.