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

The distance between Bennet Manor and Netherfield was not too far, and Mary was very familiar with the journey, so she arrived in a short while.Mr. Bingley looked more tired than ever, with a list in his hand, sunken eyes, prominent cheekbones, and a hoarse voice.

"Gauze, sterilized sulfa powder, alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, four in total, right?"

"That's right. Hospitals don't always have enough of these things. Especially gauze." Mary replied, after she counted the items, she began to follow two helpers to carry the boxes containing the medicines to the carriage.

"How is Jane? Is she okay?" Mr. Bingley seemed to have thought for a long time before asking this question. He rubbed his hands a little awkwardly, looking a little nervous.

"Overall, it's not bad. After all, we have a house to live in and clothes to wear." Mary loaded the last box of medicines into the carriage and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. I don't understand, Mr. Bingley, since you If you care about my sister so much, why don't you go and see her in person?It's not far from Bennet Manor.Our whole family will welcome you, and I believe those soldiers who are funded by you will not refuse to see you.

"It's complicated." Mr. Bingley sighed. His suit was scratched, and the cover of his gold pocket watch was knocked into a small hole, but no one noticed.At this time, few people have the energy to pay attention to whether their clothes are decent enough.

"I know it's rude to say this. I hope you don't get angry. Neither my mother nor my sister thinks that Jane can be my wife."

Mary nodded, she knew that.Elizabeth even argued with Bingley about it.But when she was studying at Lowood, Elizabeth once wrote to say that the attitude of Mr. Bingley's family towards Jane had improved. Why did they change their minds now?

"My mother knows that Jane is also helping in the temporary hospital. She is very upset and thinks that this is not what a lady should do." Mr. Bingley spoke more and more slowly, and his voice became lower and lower, as if he was concerned about what he was about to say. Very unspeakable.

"She said that if Jane continues to help in the makeshift hospital, even if the war is over, she will cut off contact with Jane."

Again!Mary is a little angry.It was not the first time Mr. Bingley's mother had done this.

"What about you? Do you also think that my sister has become indecent and indecent because she helped the wounded soldier?"

"Of course I didn't think so. In fact, I'm proud of your sister. She can help soldiers in the hospital, and I can only give some money, and the rest can't do anything. I really regret that I didn't go with Darcy. Enlist," said Mr. Bingley ruefully.Because of the war, most of the men in the village went to join the army, leaving only the very old and the young, or those with disabilities, like Mr. Bingley, who are young and strong but still stay in the village. , not many, or even very few.

"You needn't be upset about that," said Mary. "Britain doesn't just need soldiers to kill on the battlefield, it needs people like you. Soldiers need someone to keep supplies behind them so they can keep fighting."

Mr. Bingley murmured: "Then, will your sister think the same? Doesn't she think I'm a coward because I didn't go to the battlefield?"

"of course not."

"I'm glad you think so." Mr. Bingley seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his body relaxed.

"But if she learns that she is accused of not being a qualified lady because she helped the soldiers, she will be very sad." Mary changed the subject and continued to say unhappy, "Mr. Bingley, our whole family does not deny that my sister likes you very much , but she is not obliged by you. If she can only choose between you and helping the injured, I believe she will choose the latter."

"No, that won't happen." Mr. Bingley said quickly, and felt that what he just said was a bit ambiguous, so he quickly added, "I mean, I won't let Jane face the problem of choosing. I Really proud of Jane."

Probably thinking that this topic would be more embarrassing if it continued, Mr. Bingley decisively talked about other things.

"Heathcliff wrote to say that New Amsterdam was in good shape and, if nothing else happened, they could take it there soon. He also asked me if all was well in Hertford. My friend was very Leadership, I believe our soldiers will be able to win a big victory under his leadership."

"We will win, now I have to go quickly. Good luck, Mr. Bingley." Mary sat on the driver's seat, flicked the whip in her hand, and the little white horse walked briskly towards Bennet. Go to the manor.

On the way back, Mary was a little absent-minded, and she repeatedly recalled Mr. Bingley's "I am really proud of Jane" in her mind.A strange thought crossed her mind, if Heathcliff knew that I was treating soldiers in the hospital, would he be proud of me?

Mary shook her head, wondering why she thought that.Bingley and Jane are lovers, what are she and Heathcliff?

couple?Impossible, this is ridiculous.

friend?Also a bit reluctant.The conversation between her and Heathcliff is always carried out in a kind of unexpected situation.Hardly ever was it both of them who took the initiative.There is no such friend.

If one had to define their relationship, it could only be that Heathcliff was her benefactor unilaterally.

Mary faced the reality with difficulty and reluctance that since she had known Heathcliff she had owed him countless favors and seemed to have paid none of them back... which is not something to boast about.

So, besides the relationship between "the person who owes the favor" and the "the creditor who is owed the favor", do they have any other relationship?

It seems not. This is another fact that Mary doesn't want to face, although she can't explain why she doesn't want to face it.

Mary didn't spend a lot of time thinking about her relationship with Heathcliff. In the face of war, thinking about such inexplicable things is a waste of time.She put the gauze and alcohol into the cabinet and drawer, then put on an apron and followed Dr. Wilson into the operating room to operate on a new soldier.

She has a talent that is different from ordinary people in medicine, and she only needs half the time of ordinary people to understand a lot of complicated and difficult knowledge.Many people call this a "gift of God," but Mary prefers to attribute it to "practice."It is impossible for Dr. Wilson to spare time to help her interpret the contents of the textbooks. He teaches in operations and daily life, and as for theoretical knowledge, Mary can only study it at night.

However, many doctors still expressed their opposition to the fact that Mary became Dr. Wilson's assistant.They believed that Mary was not only a woman, but also did not have a formal college education and was not qualified for the work of a doctor's assistant.Dr. Wilson has been trying his best to protect her, but he is often powerless. He is too busy to take care of a girl.So most of the time, Mary is on her own.

In addition, there are some more difficult and unthinkable situations.Like now.

"You should eat more vegetables!" Mary said to a soldier lying on a bed, holding a carrot. The hospital was so noisy that she had to raise her voice until her throat started to smoke, "I managed to get it for you. These fresh vegetables, carrots are good for your night blindness."

"Please, angel. I never eat this. Carrots taste like devil's poop." The soldier was lying on the bed with one leg hanging high and a gauze over his left eye.

"Then you are destined to eat poop today!" Mary waved the carrot back and forth. The last time she persuaded people to eat vegetables was ten years ago, and the person she was persuaded was her little sister Lydia.

In addition, there are people who have constant conflicts because of different beliefs.Thanks to Henry VIII, the power of Protestantism has become stronger and stronger. In addition to being a nurse and a doctor's assistant, Mary has to always be on guard against conflicts between Catholic believers and Protestantism? !

Mary prefers to believe in science.

Numerous facts show that science is the ultimate power.

Contradictions among patients occurred from time to time, but most of the time, they all lay on the bed honestly, praying to their respective gods.

Ever since the war broke out, night had become the most annoying time of Mary's day.

Because the vast majority of soldiers who died left at night.They were saying goodnight to Mary before the lights went out, and by the morning they had turned into a cold corpse.

"Learn to accept death. You can pity them, but don't waste your time crying." This was the first lesson Dr. Wilson taught her.

Mary gradually learned to pretend to be calm in the face of death. She would say to a soldier who had been given up treatment, I promise Jesus, you will get better soon.She would also accompany a dying soldier, pretending to be their wife, daughter, mother, or sister, and spend their last days with them.

"Trea." A soldier who lost half of his body squeezed Mary's hand, and squeezed out a few broken words from his throat, "Trea, will you marry me?"

"I am willing." Mary held his hand. She could feel the soldier's body temperature draining rapidly. She took off the nurse's shawl and covered him, even though everyone knew it was useless.

"You're not Theresa." The soldier said softly, his eyes starting to blur. "Trea's hair is red. Many people don't like red hair, but I do."

"Red hair is very beautiful." Mary squeezed her hand as tightly as possible, hoping to slow down the loss of the other's body temperature.

"If you see Teresa, please tell him that Colin Williams loves her." Colin's voice gradually dropped, and the remaining light in his eyes also disappeared.

Mary shook his hand, nodded, and promised: "I will tell Theresa that you love her, and I will also tell her that you are a hero who fought to the last moment on the battlefield."

Colin didn't hear the words behind, he slowly closed his eyes, no longer having to endure the torment of the flames of war.

relief.

Dr. Wilson reassured Mary that they were getting relief.

This is really not a good reason.

When the war first began, Mary would take her time to wonder what kind of relationship she had with Heathcliff, and later she wondered whether New Armstrong had been victorious again.

But now, she can only think about one question, and that is whether Heathcliff is still alive.

As the flames of war continue to spread, continuing to live has become a luxury.Not even a decent coffin can be given to many of the dead.They slept silently in a foreign land, accompanied only by their uniforms and a handful of dirt from the priest.

It was a rare and quiet night, the moon was pierced by the wolf smoke, and half of the afterimage was left, hanging listlessly on the branches.Sitting in the trench, Heathcliff opened a copper-plated pocket watch in the shadow of the moonlight.The bezel has already been broken, and the hour and minute hands have disappeared, except for the most delicate second hand, which stands alone on the dial.

On the other side of the pocket watch is a small portrait of a woman.The woman in the portrait is about fifteen or sixteen years old, at her prime.Her hair is blonde that no one will hate, her skin is snow-white, her eyes are as blue as Loch Ney in Northern Ireland, and there is a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.She was sitting among rose bushes, wearing a light yellow dress full of lace.Her name was engraved on the back of the pocket watch: Catherine Earnshaw.Now, she should be called Catherine Linton.

Heathcliff is an orphan, he never knows his birthday, also does not know his surname.People in the village said he was a curse, doomed to be unworthy of love.They called him Mammon 2.

Old Mr. Earnshaw picked him up and treated him as if he were his own.Since then he has changed from Mammon to Heathcliff.

Old Mr. Earnshaw had a son and a daughter. The daughter was a famous beauty in Wuthering Heights, and her name was Catherine.

Heathcliff never denies that he likes Catherine, he loves her.But Catherine betrayed their feelings and married Mr. Linton of Thrushcross Grange.Married to Edgar Linton, who was always pale, frail, and soft-spoken, but very rich, gentleman, and owned the entire Thrushcross Grange.

So Heathcliff left Wuthering Heights, and when he left, he had nothing but hatred.His goal is simple and clear. He wants to make some achievements, and then return to Wuthering Heights and tell Catherine that she has chosen the wrong person.This goal supported him through the days of Tower of London 3, and also supported him through the first Anglo-Dutch battle.The name Catherine Earnshaw was etched in his bones, and he was destined not to forget her.

Suppose he never met that girl named Mary Bennet.