The heroine of the healing department is very rigid [Pride and Prejudice]

This is not a basement at all, but the living room of Bell Manor.

The living room was quiet, and there was no one there.In the fireplace, the fire was burning vigorously, and the air was filled with a warm smell.

A portrait of a woman hangs directly above the white marble fireplace.The woman in the portrait looked familiar, and Mary recalled it carefully for a while, and found that she had seen it in Netherfield Manor.

When Heathcliff lived temporarily in Netherfield, he owned a studio there, and this portrait of the woman hung in it.Now, he's moved it here again.

Who is the woman in the portrait?Mary didn't know, but it was certain that this person must be very important to Heathcliff.It could be his mother, sister, or lover.

Mary sat on the soft Italian sofa with her legs crossed, she didn't know what the hell Heathcliff was going to do.

She felt like a yellow croaker on the cutting board at the moment, ready to be slaughtered.She tried to call a maid or a housekeeper, but after shouting for a long time, no one answered her, even the cook who showed her the way just now disappeared.

When she was on vacation on a cruise ship, Mary watched a lot of Lydia's goths because she was bored. They were all weird in style, with corpses and vampires appearing every few pages.

One of them has a handsome protagonist who suffers from mental illness. He often lures some ignorant girls to come to his house as guests, and then fumes them with drugs, and then peels off their skins to make all kinds of beautiful handicrafts.

Mary thought of Heathcliff's saying that he would skin the little white horse, and suddenly felt a chill down her spine. He couldn't really be that perverted.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Mary unconsciously wrapped the blanket tightly, staring nervously at the long Victorian-style corridor.

Heathcliff walked in front, followed by a plump red-haired housekeeper, who was holding a large tray with a clean white towel, a medicine bottle and a small bucket of ice cubes on it.

"Poor lady, I heard that you have sprained your foot. I just know how to deal with it. Let me help you."

The housekeeper was crouching in front of the sofa, helping Mary take off the shoe on her sprained foot, when they realized that her foot was swollen like a big leba just out of the oven.

Mary breathed a sigh of relief, she really shouldn't be looking at so many goths, but at the same time she gasped because the housekeeper was checking her ankle.

"Too bad, dear lady, your ankle is dislocated. Sir, to be on the safe side, maybe we should get a doctor." The housekeeper put Mary's foot in her lap, helping her with ice. Relieve the pain while asking Heathcliff for instructions.

Heathcliff didn't speak, he glanced at Mary, seemed a little impatient, then called a servant and told him to fetch a doctor, and then disappeared into the corridor again.

"Tom is the fastest servant in Bell Manor, don't worry, the doctor will definitely be here soon." The red-haired housekeeper comforted her, and she brought another pot of black tea and a plate of muffins, and put them on the coffee table. Let Mary wait while she eats.

It's a pity that Mary has no appetite, so she can only live up to her good intentions.Why are you so unlucky?

Lady Gray and Emily hadn't sprained their feet when they fell off their horses, and Mary was distressed when she not only hurt her foot but dislocated it.Especially when she thought of the country doctor who could only do bloodletting, she was even more distressed.

The housekeeper didn't know Mary's distress, and thought that the food she had prepared was not to her liking, so she brought another large silver tray.It's topped with feta, croissants, pudding and carrot cake, and there's even an egg Benedict.

"Who is she?" Mary asked, pointing to the painting on the fireplace. She couldn't bear to disappoint the housekeeper any longer, so she took a piece of carrot cake and ate it slowly.

The housekeeper looked back at the painting, shook her head, expressing that she didn't know, and then explained, "I heard from the owner of Netherfield Manor that this painting has always been with Mr. Heathcliff, and he treasures it very much. Perhaps This is his mother or sister."

"Maybe it's my sweetheart." Mary raised her eyebrows and showed a gossip smile. She really wanted to know what kind of woman could make Heathcliff so fond of her dreams.

However, the housekeeper denied this claim, explaining that Heathcliff had little contact with women, especially young women.Half a month ago, a beautiful maid tried to seduce him, but he kicked him out of the house.

Mary expressed noncommittal, after all, the housekeeper just met Heathcliff, how much can she know about him?

As for the maid, Mary thinks that she is probably not pretty enough. If she is half as good-looking as the woman in the portrait, Heathcliff may not drive her away.

Ever since she knew the truth about the "Duke John" incident, Mary felt that Heathcliff was not pleasing to her eyes, and even gave up the idea of ​​matching him and Elizabeth.

Therefore, she now firmly believes that he is a man who is going around with women - although this view is baseless.

Tom is worthy of being the fastest footed manservant in Bell Manor. In a short time, he came back with the country doctor.

"Miss, you need bloodletting to reduce the swelling." The country doctor observed Mary's injured foot for a while and concluded that he was wearing a dirty frock coat with clam juice still sticking to the neckline.

"Don't even think about it." Mary pulled her feet back with difficulty and wrapped herself in a blanket. She recognized that this doctor was the same one who saw her last time.

"If you are really a doctor, you should first find a way to connect my dislocated foot."

"Of course, of course it must be connected," said the village doctor, "but before that, you need bloodletting to reduce swelling, and if bloodletting doesn't work, you also need bile injection."

"It's absolutely impossible!" Mary immediately became agitated when she heard that she was about to vent her courage, and she almost roared out the words just now.

She'd read in some dodgy book about biliary bleeding, a bloody and stupid job involving drilling a hole in a person's skin and draining the bile through a catheter.

This is still a relatively gentle method.

On the other hand, a rougher doctor would directly cut a deep gash in the patient's body, allowing the bile to flow out by itself.

Very few people survived these procedures, and they died either from wound infection or from excessive blood loss, and none from the underlying disease.

"Miss, you can't be so willful, you have to listen to the doctor." The country doctor took out a small knife from his pocket, rubbed it on his sleeve a few times, and was about to bleed.

The knife was dirty, with black, unidentified objects stuck to it, making one wonder if someone had eaten a chocolate cake with it.

"I don't need you to treat me!" Mary raised her voice, scowling, and at the same time shrinking back into the sofa.

"Miss Bennet, what are you doing?!" Heathcliff yelled, he walked out of the corridor, glanced at the coffee table full of food, and frowned again.

"I don't know how to bleed," said Mary, staring at the country doctor.

"Bleeding?" A cold light flashed in Heathcliff's eyes, he turned his head to look at the country doctor, and asked, "You want to bleed her?"

"Bleeding can reduce swelling, sir." Seeing the hostess of Bell Manor coming, the country doctor suddenly regained confidence, "But this young lady is very capricious, not only does not cooperate with my work, she also questioned my medical skills. "

"She's right, because you're an out-and-out fool." Heathcliff waved his hand with a dark face, letting

The servants drove the country doctor out.

"Why don't we go to the city to ask for a doctor, sir. Miss Bennet's foot needs timely treatment." The housekeeper looked at Mary's foot worriedly and found that it was more swollen than before.

Heathcliff stared at Mary in silence for a while, and only when the person being stared at began to feel creepy did he send the housekeeper to fetch another bucket of ice cubes.

After the kind butler disappeared from their sight, he suddenly sat across from Mary.

"I'll pay you for the doctor," said Mary dryly, so embarrassed that she didn't know why she was in this situation.

She was originally here to settle the accounts, but now she failed to settle the accounts, and twisted her own foot instead, and had to ask Heathcliff to call a doctor for her.

Heathcliff stared at her without speaking.His eyes were dark, like a deep well.After a while he suddenly grabbed Mary's injured foot and laid it on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Mary wanted to hide back again, but was unsuccessful because the other party grabbed the "ankle of fate".

Heathcliff still didn't speak, he grabbed Mary's foot and briefly checked it, and then broke it hard before the other party could react.

"Aw—" Mary couldn't help but let out a "miserable" howl, which scared the crows in the cage in front of the hall to flap their wings.

But then she found that her foot was healed.Although it was still swollen like a big loaf, at least it was no longer dislocated.

So Heathcliff had just cured her foot?Mary was a little confused, and she couldn't understand this eccentric man more and more.

He once helped her drive away the soldiers who harassed her, and lent her a carriage, and now he straightened her feet.From these aspects, he is an out-and-out kind-hearted man.

But he had cheated his father and Thompson out of personal revenge, and they became regular customers at the pawn shop, and they were terrified for a while.From these aspects, he has become what others call a profiteer and bastard again.

However, he returned the little white horse to her.

Mary rubbed her forehead, and found that once the problem involved Heathcliff, her mind was not very good.