witch mary bennet

After Easter, people's bodies seemed to improve with the weather, and the number of patients in St. Mungo's Magical Hospital was significantly less. Therefore, the hospital took the opportunity to arrange staff training twice a week. The theme of this year's training is first aid. Everyone had to replenish knowledge of first aid spells and potions in batches.

The internship and assistant therapist training lasted for five weeks, and the last week was the exam, so most of the young therapists in St. Mungo's could only pretend not to see the increasingly bright sunshine outside the window, and spent their spare time studying, Mary is one of them. This month, she didn't go home, but went to Tenen Temple Street once a week for dinner, and went for a walk in Hyde Park every day like a Muggle. Even when she was walking, she would By the way, memorize a few paragraphs of first aid principles.

The benefits of the staff dormitory are also highlighted. Everyone can help each other practice the first aid spells they have learned. When the exam is approaching, colleagues who live outside also come to participate in it. After buying the crucible, you can also exchange experience in potion configuration.This kind of atmosphere really makes people return to their school days in a trance.

The spell test was on Tuesday afternoon, and everyone was asked to practice the first aid spells they had learned, and Mary passed it successfully.The pharmacy exam was scheduled for Thursday afternoon. However, on Thursday morning, all the therapists on duty in the trauma department were suddenly notified that a critically ill patient had just been sent.

When Mary followed Charlie Dawn, she saw the wounded man's blond hair, which was stained with mud and blood. Two brothers, she hasn't seen a third person with this blonde hair yet.She carefully identified that the wounded man was lying there, his back was covered with blood, and a deep and long gash was cut by an extremely sharp object, extending from his right shoulder to his waist, which made Mary It was impossible to tell whether this figure from the back was the person she knew.

A few of the healers who arrived earlier were already casting a Hemostatic Charm on the wound, but the wound was so large that the effect of the spell seemed to be negligible. "He has lost too much blood!" Mr. Dresden presided over the scene, and he shouted loudly, "Give him the blood-boosting agent."

This time it was Charlie Dawn who did it. "Mary, lift his head up a little!" He ordered, "Pull his hair... yes! That's it! Get his mouth out of the hospital bed!"

Mary's hands were trembling, and she had already recognized him. Although his face was covered with mud mixed with blood, the man in front of him with his eyes closed and looking dying was indeed Baldr Knight.

Charlie Dawn called another male therapist, and used special pliers to pry open Badr Knight's mouth, and he used his wand to guide the small droplets of the potion into his mouth.Mary's mind was so confused that she didn't even know when her tears fell until one of the drops fell on the wounded man's forehead and washed away a speck of dust.

Charlie Dawn also saw it, "Mary, what's wrong with you?" He lowered his voice and asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Mary hurriedly freed her left hand, quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and explained in a low voice, "He is a friend of mine."

They quickly finished pouring the potion, and Mary gently supported Buddle Knight's head, and then stepped aside. At this time, another young gentleman who was not wearing the uniform of St. Mungo's staff standing next to him, suddenly He asked, "Miss, do you know Baldr Knight?"

"Yes," Mary glanced at the other party vigilantly. She thought she had to give some reason, so she added, "Mr. Knight's cousin, Miss Windermere, is my roommate at Hogwarts, so I was lucky enough to know him."

"Oh, great," said the gentleman, looking at Mary's badge, "Miss Bennet, I am William Hamilton, and if I remember correctly, you took care of my grandmother, Mrs Hamilton," he owed He bowed and said, "Now I want to trouble you to take care of poor Badr. I think I should talk to Dean Michelle of your hospital about the arrangement of his hospitalization as soon as possible. Besides, I can't help you much here. busy."

Mary didn't feel the need to observe etiquette in the emergency room at all, but since the other party had already bowed, she had to kneel, "Mr. Hamilton, please rest assured, whether as a friend or as a therapist, I have an obligation to take good care of Bader gentlemen."

The man left quickly, and Mary also got new instructions. Several trainee therapists worked together to strip off the injured man's clothes and wash him as clean as possible with clean water——Mr. Dresden said He can already judge that Badr Knight was injured by a kind of black magic, so it will be very difficult for him to recover. Right now, he can't even use spells to stop the bleeding. He must rely on external force. He intends to apply a hemostatic potion to the wound, A glued taffeta bandage was wrapped around his body as best he could.

Buddell Knight was tall and strong, so washing him or dressing him was a physical task, and Mr. Dresden himself cast a levitation spell on his body, so that his body was suspended from the hospital bed. Half a foot above, everyone was busy with their hands and feet.

After the taffeta bandage was wrapped, traces of blood ooze out almost immediately, which is unavoidable.Mr. Dresden checked the patient again before ordering, "Charlie, you and Mary should keep an eye on him first, and remember to give him a blood-boosting agent every two hours. I'm going to talk to Michelle." The dean talked about his illness, this person is still a nobleman, right? He must be arranged for special care."

Mr. Dresden walked away with several senior therapists from the trauma department. Mary was very worried. She heard that Mr. Dresden didn't seem to have a good way to deal with such black magic injuries, and she also I don't understand what happened to Baldur Knight to be so badly injured by someone using black magic.

She didn't know what to do, so she brought another basin of clear water, and carefully scrubbed the injured person's face and hair with a sponge. Charlie Dawn stood by and asked suddenly, "Well, Mary, what do you and Is he familiar?"

"Not very familiar." Mary put all her energy on Baldr Knight, but replied casually, "I've met a few times."

Although she didn't know what had happened to Phippus Knight, it occurred to Mary that at one time she might have been this fellow's sister-in-law.

When Mary had finished scrubbing him, Dean Michelle sent a special person to send Bader Knight to the intensive care unit. The person immediately notified Mary that she was arranged to be his special care again. As for Charlie Dawn, he was his primary therapist again.

"Oh, Mary," he whispered to her on the way to the intensive care unit, "we're getting a stipend for it again, but I'm really not sure about this kind of black magic, let's hope I don't mess it up."

Mary felt that she didn't want to hear such words at all, so she forced a smile, "It can't be cured, isn't Mr. Dresden looking for Dean Michel?"

"But this is black magic," Charlie Dawn still looked worried. "You know that some damage from black magic is permanent, right?"

Mary had learned about black magic at Hogwarts, and now she didn't want to talk at all. She didn't know many people in this wizarding world, and she didn't want such a person she knew to be "cured forever." bad" damage.

Soon they arrived at the intensive care unit. Perhaps because of the serious condition of the wounded patient, Shuya, the house elf familiar to Mary, was also transferred to help. She was busy with the old house elf in the intensive care unit. , quickly settled down the wounded.

When it was almost time for lunch, Mr. Dresden also came back, and a temporary treatment plan was drawn up. According to his speculation, with a series of medicines, there should be hope for Badr Knight's injury to heal , He also said that Dean Michelle is going to organize a meeting of senior therapists from all over St. Mungo's to discuss this black magic and brainstorm, maybe there is hope to find a better healing potion.

Mary breathed a sigh of relief, and Mr. Dresden urged, "Charlie, if this Mr. Knight hasn't woken up at night, give him some compulsive sobriety drugs. If he regains consciousness, he will It is also likely to take the initiative to fight against the injury."

Mr. Dresden left after finishing speaking, and returned after a while, "I almost forgot that neither of you will have an exam this afternoon."

Mary didn't want to take the exam under these conditions, she might fail it, but Charlie Dawn muttered, "Oh, bad..."

Mary ignored him, and only heard him say again, "Mary, do you know that every employee who has participated in the training and passed the test can get a special first aid certificate this time."

He looked very frustrated, "It's probably a pity that we don't have any." Charlie Dawn thought about it carefully, "No, I'm going to talk to Mr. Dresden in the afternoon, before the exam starts. "

"If he allows us to take the exam," he asked again, "will you go, Mary?"

Mary had already found a reason for herself, "I haven't studied well yet..."

Charlie Dawn waved his hand, "Let's go to lunch first."

Mary looked at her watch, and there was less than half an hour left before the next blood-boosting dose, so she asked him to eat first.

Charlie Dawn replied, "Then I'll go later too, you can't feed him by yourself."

"You go and eat first," Mary said with a smile, "we should take turns to go, this place needs guards, and the house elves can help me."

Charlie Dawn just went to eat.