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

The battle situation in Hertford is not optimistic. Like most battlefields, there is not enough food, clothing, and medical equipment here. The supplies sent by the headquarters are delayed. The problems of food and accommodation cannot be solved.

The villagers continue to contribute their warehouses, but now it is the end of winter and the beginning of spring, and everyone's inventory is almost consumed by the winter.

Darcy had gone to the front a month before, and Mr. Bingley had been in charge of the supply.It is said that they all took out their income for two years and donated it to the royal soldiers and the army free of charge.

After some discussions, Mr. Bennet finally decided to donate the entire Bennet Manor as a temporary residence and hospital for soldiers.The family moved to two wooden cottages at the back of the manor.No one in the Bennet family objected, and everyone actively put away unnecessary and space-consuming decorations, including the luxurious Sun King period armchair wrapped in buckskin, which was sent to Into the basement, piled up scribbled together.But all the spare places were filled with camp beds and all kinds of bottles and jars containing gauze and medicine.

Naturally, Mary became the nurse here.This time Mrs. Bennet didn't object. She just sighed very worriedly and said to Mary, "I believe in your choice."

Mary's experience in nursing patients is not a lot, but it is definitely not a little, but it is the first time she has faced a wounded soldier on the battlefield.In Mary's mind, the most "violent" wound she had ever seen was on the arm of a young man in the fire in the next village.The man's arm was basically scorched, and Mary could even smell the burnt human flesh when she changed his dressing.But the damage caused by the war was much more serious than that fire.

On the first day that Bennet Manor became the "Temporary Hotel of the Fourth Royal Soldiers", a total of 80 soldiers were stationed here, and 55 of them were injured, including 16 who were seriously injured.But by the second night, it went from 80 to 71.Because that morning, an enemy army attacked here, and the remaining 25 soldiers with sound hands and feet rushed to the battlefield immediately, but only 16 returned alive, and the remaining nine died for the country.They lay on stretchers and were carried back by their comrades-in-arms, and some of them could not find their bodies at all.Those who returned were also seriously injured.

"Hemostat, damn it, give me the hemostat quickly." The army doctor shouted standing in the operating room, which used to be the bedroom of the Bennet couple.The soldier on the bed wailed in pain, a bullet pierced his thigh, shrapnel lodged in his muscle.

"Damn it, this isn't a hemostat. Didn't you take a training course before you came here?" The army doctor yelled at his assistant, "Can't you send me a smart assistant?"

The assistant was very young, a freshman at Birmingham Medical University, and he was dragged to the battlefield before he had time to attend a few classes.The soldiers lying on the hospital beds were even younger, with childish looks in their eyes, no more than 16 years old at most.Embroidered with the names of his parents and sisters on the collar of his uniform, it can be seen that before he went to war, he was the favorite of the family.

"Doctor, doctor." Mary rolled her sleeves up to her elbows and shuttled between the wounded and injured with a large bottle of alcohol in her hand, "There is a soldier in the hall who needs immediate surgery, please go and see."

"Damn it, of course I know that soldier needs surgery. But who can tell me, I'm gone, what will this soldier do." The doctor accompanying the army took out the hemostat from the cabinet, clamped the blood vessel, and began to clean up the blood in the tissue with tweezers. Shrapnel, the soldiers wailed louder.

"I'll do it." Mary said, "You take out the shrapnel and leave the rest to me, I can handle it."

"You?" The army doctor gave Mary a distrustful look, and suddenly felt that she looked familiar, but the urgent time and the constant calls of the wounded soldiers made it too late for him to recall too much. "I would not hand over my patients to random strangers, but if you think you are capable enough, you can stay and help me."

The situation of the soldier on the hospital bed was not optimistic. His face turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he kept murmuring "Mom".Since the supply of medicines has not yet been delivered, anesthesia is only allowed to be used on soldiers who need amputation. Most operations do not have anesthesia, and they can only rely on the perseverance of the soldiers to endure it.

Every time the army doctor took out a piece of shrapnel, the young soldier would shake his body. Mary was not strong enough to hold him down, so she had to tie him to the bed with rags to prevent him from disturbing the efficiency of the operation and to prevent him from moving. Pull open the wound that has been sutured.

"Mom." The soldier on the bed whispered.

Mary couldn't bear it.

"If you want to stay here, you have to get used to it." The army doctor said, he finally stitched up the wound, his face was splattered with blood, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

The next operation was even worse. The soldier's wound became infected with tetanus, and doctors had to scald it with a branding iron to prevent the rest of the body from becoming infected.The work was bloody and cruel, and the air was full of the smell of burnt human flesh, which reminded Mary of the man whose arm was scorched in the fire.

Regrettably, the soldier stopped breathing that night.

As soon as Mary covered him with a white sheet, two men carried him out, and a new wounded soldier was brought in immediately after.While Mary wiped his face and arms and put the sheets on, another soldier stood nearby on crutches, quietly waiting for his comrade to be carried away and to sleep on his bed.

"What's your name?" The doctor accompanying the army finally completed the last operation of the day. He took off the bloody clothes for the operation, and the blood stains on his face were wiped off, revealing his fair face.His eyes are dark blue, with a fine line at the corner of the eye, which should have grown recently.He is very young, no more than 30 years old.

"Mary Bennett, you can call me Mary" Mary answered as she tucked in the blanket for an amputee soldier and looked up, then she froze.

"Dr. Wilson? Are you Dr. Randy Wilson?"

"I didn't expect that we would meet again in this way, Miss Bennet. I was too busy during the day to recognize you. Maybe I can call you Mary or Nurse Mary now." Dr. Wilson was surprised and tired smile.

The same goes for Mary, who didn't recognize Randy Wilson during the day, when his face was covered in blood and he couldn't see his true face clearly.What's more, there were so many wounded soldiers waiting for dressing changes and operations, she simply didn't have the time or energy to take a closer look at what this new doctor looked like.And she couldn't imagine that the mild-mannered Dr. Randy Wilson on the ferry could be so grumpy.

"My adjutant has told me about your letter, and I apologize for breaking my word," said Dr. Wilson.Mary had written to him before she was sent to Lowood, asking him to write a letter of recommendation for the University of London.

"No, you don't have to apologize." Mary washed her hands, heated ginger tea on the stove, and poured a cup for herself and Wilson.They were sitting by the window in the corridor on the second floor. There was moonlight lighting here, and they could sense the soldiers' situation in time.

"You are as much our hero as these soldiers."

"Actually, you don't have to stay here to help. I heard that the supplies from the headquarters will arrive soon. They will not only send food and medicine, but also send a few more experienced doctors. You can be like other girls. , stay with your family, British soldiers will protect you. It's dangerous here, not for girls. I can write you a letter of recommendation when the war is over, I'm sure they will need doctors and nurses even more after the war. Gender requirements are relaxed and it's easier for you in school."

"But you also said before that women, like men, can do anything that men can do." Mary held the teacup in her hand, and the scalding tea sent warmth to her through the wall of the cup.

"You have never experienced war." Wilson sighed, "War is terrible, and you will not be able to bear many things."

"No one can afford a war from the start. I'm needed here, Dr. Wilson. The soldiers need me. Our soldiers are fighting the enemy on the front lines. Are we going to leave them wounded without being healed? This is ridiculous. .”

Wilson didn't speak anymore. He drank the water in the glass in one gulp, got up and opened the closet, wanting to drink some gin.But then I realized that alcohol is a taboo for doctors, so I closed the closet again.He took out a cigar and smoked it, but did not light it.

"Starting tomorrow, I will teach you all the skills you should learn as a military doctor."

Wilson was right that war was far more terrifying than anyone imagined.It is not only the bullets on the battlefield that kill soldiers, but also the infection after injury and emotional collapse.Especially those young people who were on the battlefield for the first time. They signed up to join the army in the central square with enthusiasm, but their legs were blown off by guns the moment they stepped on the battlefield.They didn't have time to feel the medal, and they were going to spend the rest of their lives in the hospital bed.

Mary followed Wilson every day, learning various skills, and at the same time taking care of the medical supplies for the soldiers in the manor.There was not enough gauze, so she could only find a clean white cotton cloth, wash it repeatedly with hot water, dry it in the sun, and use it as gauze.

During the day, she studied with Dr. Wilson and treated patients, and at night she reviewed notes and "Hospital Notes" under a kerosene lamp.We must also be alert to emergencies of the soldiers at any time.It never occurred to Mary that so much could happen at night.

Some wounded who were fine during the day suddenly deteriorated at night, and she had to crawl out of the blanket to comfort them and help them re-treat their wounds.When all this was done, the sun rose again.

Dr. Wilson firmly opposed the use of morphine treatment, this decision caused dissatisfaction among other doctors and patients.Most doctors believed that morphine was an effective pain reliever and an essential medicine for the wounded.Dr. Wilson believes that the use of morphine will cause patients to become dependent, and in severe cases, they will also produce hallucinations.This is undoubtedly fatal for a soldier.

This is not a difficult truth. Under normal circumstances, everyone can face it rationally.But in the extreme pain, it is difficult for the soldiers to think, they just want the excruciating pain to stop.They begged, pleaded with the nurse to give them some morphine, and when refused, uttered a barrage of vicious curses.

"A spy! You are the enemy's spy! You are torturing me on purpose." A tall soldier lay on the bed with his head in his arms and hit the railing of the hospital bed, yelling at Mary, "I will arrest you and send you away. Into the dungeon."

"witch!"

"Murderer! Bitch!"

Without raising her eyelids, Mary quickly tore the discarded sheets into long strips, and then tied the soldier to the bed to prevent him from doing anything that would hurt her again.She has long been used to this kind of swearing, because she hears it hundreds of times a day.

After dealing with the soldiers who bumped their heads, Mary went to Netherfield Manor without stopping. Mr. Bingley promised that a batch of anti-inflammatory drugs would come this afternoon.Mary drove non-stop to Netherfield. This was not her job, but the soldier in charge of the military supplies died on the road yesterday, so this task was temporarily handed over to her.