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

Mary shook her head.

"Michael and I made a bet on whether Emily Collins' soul is pure or not." Lucifer explained, he babbled a lot, and it took Mary a lot of effort to figure it out.

To put it simply, Emily did a lot of evil in her original world, and it happened that Lucifer wanted to focus on performance at the end of the year, so she harvested her soul in advance.But Michael thought she was young and wanted to give her another chance.

So he sent Ai Mier to this world, and bound her to a "do good every day" system. If Ai Mier can reform in this world, he will send her back to the original world.Otherwise, her soul will remain in hell forever.

As for Mary, I have to say she was a bit unlucky.Because their family was unintentionally involved in this gambling game between gods and devils.

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"There won't be a third time." Mary said suddenly, "I've let Emily go twice, and there won't be a third time."

"I wish you a third chance." Lucifer sneered.

Mary has a headache, as Lucifer said, will she have a third chance?If not, would their family still be as fragmented as in the previous life?Mary was terrified.I also feel angry, this is clearly a bet between their gods, but due to negligence, they are mortals involved, which is unfair.

The more Mary thought about it, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help clenching her fists.

The door of the carriage opened suddenly, and Heathcliff came in, "Your friend is fine now. Miss Jane Eyre will be in charge of Lowood's affairs in the future. She is an upright teacher. How about I send you home now?" "

So they sent Heathcliff.The idea popped into Mary's mind.

"Maybe you don't know yet, Lowood almost caught fire, but a lady named Jane Eyre arrived in time to prevent this tragedy." Heathcliff didn't notice Mary's trance, he took out the drawer familiarly He took out the gauze, medicinal wine and a clean towel from the small box in the bag, "I didn't bring the doctor, would you like to wipe your face first?"

Only then did Mary come to her senses, she knew that she was in a mess now, she seemed to be in a mess every time in front of Heathcliff.

"Have you studied medicine before?" Mary asked suddenly, she felt that Heathcliff was too proficient in administering medicine to her.

"No." Heathcliff replied without looking up, "but soldiers who fight have some common sense of first aid."

"Have you ever been on a battlefield? Was it the Anglo-Dutch war a few years ago?" Mary calculated the time. Britain has only fought against the Netherlands in these years, and most of the time it was relatively peaceful. "I heard that we are going to war again. Yes, officials have already started conscription in the central square."

"That's right. It's like this." Heathcliff still didn't look up. He tried his best to apply the medicine as lightly as possible, but he still scratched the wound roughly. Fortunately, Mary was not delicate and didn't respond.

"I'm going to report to the army after I send you home." Heathcliff finally raised his head, staring straight at Mary with his black eyes, and said in a word, "So, don't cause any trouble recently, Better to stay at home. I trust our army will not let war come to a village like Hertford."

"Are you going to the battlefield too?"

The battlefield, Mary is actually a bit unfamiliar with this term.She was still young when she fought in the last war, and she only had an extremely vague concept of war, but she knew more or less that war was often accompanied by bloodshed and death.Mrs. Parkinson's husband and son died in battle.

"You are already rich, why?" Mary didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was obvious.With Heathcliff's current financial resources and influence, it is entirely possible to provide military supplies in the rear without having to go into battle in person.He has already achieved success and fame, and he no longer has to work hard for a medal on the battlefield, not to mention, he never cared about these things.

"It's none of your business." Heathcliff returned to his usual indifference.The officer is his former comrade-in-arms, and he rarely refuses his request, but the arrest of John Howard is an exception.

"I can issue a warrant for Duke John's arrest right now." The magistrate, in a scarlet cassock and wig, sat behind a Louis XIV period nanmu desk.

"But, you know, Heathcliff, it's not easy to arrest a nobleman. I can do it, but you'll have to pay the price."

"I want you back to the field. Those soldiers need your command and leadership. I want you to go back and lead them and defeat the Dutch. This is our mission. John Howard's arrest warrant will be the last one I will issue after that I will submit a resignation application and go to the battlefield with you."

"You know, I hate war." Heathcliff stood in the middle of the court hall, wearing yesterday's shirt that he hadn't had time to change.

"Nobody likes war, but Britain needs us."

"You think too highly of ourselves, Your Honor, there are many commanders who have more leadership talents than us." Heathcliff said ironically, "The reason why I fought for Britain was not because I wanted to protect the United Kingdom." It, but because that was the only way to get me out of prison early."

"Then now, returning to the battlefield is the only way for you to save your girl." The official is much older, and his temples were already gray when he resigned for the first time to go to the battlefield, and now his hair is completely white. We are about to usher in the second resignation.

"You are threatening me, Judge Violet."

"If this will bring you back to the battlefield, you can understand it this way." Violet stroked the sleeve of the robe. This will be the last time he will wear it. After today, the robe that has accompanied him for 20 years will be gone. To be locked up in the cabinet until he is sent to the grave, it will not be taken out again, and buried with him in the earth.

Heathcliff was silent, then he turned his head and strode towards the door.

He stopped at the door.

"I will send her home and report to the central square."

"The battlefield is short of people." Heathcliff still answered Mary's question. "The Dutch army came prepared, there were not enough soldiers, food, doctors. A lot of men went to the battlefield, it's not a big deal."

"Doctor?" Mary keenly grasped a word, "You mean, on the battlefield, there is a shortage of doctors? Soldiers are injured, but they cannot be treated because there are no doctors?"

"It's none of your business, Mary Bennet." Heathcliff became a little impatient, "You don't need women on the battlefield, and your little bit of medical knowledge can at most cure yourself of a cold. You don't even know what war is." .”

"I am a nurse, and I have the right and the duty to be there if the soldiers need me. War is not about one person, nor about one gender group. I"

"Enough!" Heathcliff interrupted her, you can go home this afternoon, I have already told your father about Lowood, and they are already tidying up your room. "

"You just need to go back and be your little princess obediently. I believe that within a few years, your mother will find a rich gentleman as your husband."

"You'll live off caviar and the maids will clean your silver and your floors.

After saying this, Heathcliff jumped out of the carriage and got on the horse instead.He did not walk side by side with the carriage, but deliberately lagged a few steps behind the carriage, following behind not too far or too close.

Mary looked out of the window and saw Heathcliff sitting on the tall Dutch warmblood.It was a fair day today, and the sun cast shadows of him and his horse on the ground.Mary felt that this scene seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Heathcliff did not come to the carriage until he returned to Hertford.Mary looked back at him several times along the way, but he kept staring straight ahead, indifferent.

Mrs. Bennet regretted to death that she had believed Gray's nonsense and agreed to send her precious daughter to such a ghostly place.Especially when she found that Mary had lost a lot of weight when she left home, she was even more distressed.

"I won't get any more tutors for you." Mrs. Bennet sat Mary down on a stool and combed her hair with a comb studded with broken gemstones. "If you don't understand anything in your studies in the future, you can ask your father or Elizabeth."

Mary bowed her head and said nothing. Mrs. Bennet thought she was still angry with her, and instead of losing her temper, she began to ask her if she would like to have roast turkey stuffed with apples and cottage cheese tonight.Then let Mary sleep well in her room, and she will call her herself when supper is ready.

After Mrs. Bennet left, Mary sighed softly. She didn't blame her mother, she just felt guilty.

Because she is going to the battlefield.

On the way home, Mary found that the damage caused by this war was much more serious than imagined.Heathcliff had tried his best to choose a peaceful section of the road, but he could still see troops and convoys transporting food and other military supplies, as well as soldiers who were seriously injured and sent home.

Several churches passed along the way, two of which have been turned into makeshift hospitals.From time to time, wounded soldiers were carried in and corpses were carried out.She had been locked away in Lowood for too long, completely unaware of what was going on in the outside world.

But the war spread far faster than anyone imagined.Before Mary set off, the flames of war reached Hertford.

Before Mary set off, the flames of war reached Hertford.

It was a windless afternoon, and Mary was studying "Nursing Notes" in her room. Since returning from Lowood, Mrs. Bennet has relaxed her control a lot, no longer restricting her range, and even asked Mary if she Not that some new books are needed.

This is somewhat flattering.

Mary used red ink to outline the key points in the "Nursing Notes", and recorded her learning experience in another notebook. However, when she was thinking about why "paying special attention to the patient's psychological state", a loud noise suddenly rang out. broke her train of thought.

The next moment she felt the house shake, and dust fell from the roof, staining the white calico tablecloth.

The magistrate, who had not been seen for a long time, suddenly appeared, and he brought the sad news that the Dutch army was approaching Hertford, and at the same time a group of British soldiers would be stationed here to protect the safety of British citizens in this area.In fact, everyone knows without him saying that when the war started, Hertford could no longer stand alone this time.

Mary sat on the sofa, feeling a little dazed.She didn't remember such a thing happening in her previous life.She suddenly remembered a word Lucifer once said: butterfly effect.

She made a deal with the devil for her own desires, but all signs show that the world this time is quite different from her previous life.

This is the butterfly effect, and Mary knows it all too well.

Three years ago, she injected a 15-year-old soul into her 22-year-old sex, so everything around her changed accordingly.She wholeheartedly wants to stop the Black Death and give her sisters a happy ending, so she keeps changing and trying to make things right—but what if she can't "anyway"?

For example, the fire should have happened two years after her rebirth, but it happened earlier.Another example is this war, whether it should have happened a few years later, or will it not happen at all.

Mary didn't think she had such a great ability to influence the beginning and end of the war, but once the butterfly effect was involved, everything became possible again.

After all, a single butterfly can cause a tornado.