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

"What?!" Mary took a step forward, snatched the kitten into her arms, stroked its stamina with her fingers, and calmed its restless emotions.

"This little bastard will bring the Black Death." The soldier was very puzzled by Mary's actions to protect the cats. "They are the incarnation of witches and will bring bad luck. Our soldiers have suffered enough, we can't let these things come again." Interference." As he spoke, he was about to reach out to snatch the cat.

"They won't bring the Black Death!" Mary took two steps back with the cat in her arms, avoiding the soldier. "It's the rats and fleas that brought the Black Death. We raise these cats to eliminate the rats."

"I know you little girls always like these little things." The soldier on crutches made a clear look, "but you have to take care of the overall situation, Dr. Mary. You have to think about everyone, don't you want Hurt Did Ford’s people die from the Black Death? Let go of this little bastard and let me suffocate it. By the way, call the rest of the cats in the garden, and I can help you deal with it.”

"Are you listening to me?" Mary slightly raised her voice, "These cats don't spread the Black Death, it's the rats that spread the Black Death, and these cats are used to catch the mice."

And the soldier on crutches was even more angry than Mary: "I told you, Doctor Mary, these cats are the incarnation of witches, and they will bring curses. We must destroy these cursed children. this way."

"Don't be superstitious about those unreliable legends!" Mary stood on the steps, making herself look more imposing, and there was no way anyone could make the soldier too tall, "Witches and black cats are medieval things, London Experts in China are already working on vaccines and specific drugs, what we need is science."

But the soldiers were unmoved, and even called a few helpers, trying to snatch the cat over.

"Doctor Mary, we don't want to hurt you. Give us this cat. Seriously, you should stay away from it. It is probably cursed by a witch." A short man with red skin said.

"The stakes in the London square were cut down by the king's order. There are no witches in this world!" Mary hugged the cat and dodged back and forth among several soldiers. Although they were eager to snatch the cat over, they did not Too much.

"Don't make me violent, Dr. Mary, we respect you, but you can't do whatever you want." The soldier on crutches looked ugly, and he shouted at the top of his voice, trying to grab the cat by force, but was stopped by another soldier .

"Hey man, calm down. She just saved your life last week."

"This cat has been living here, and you say it was cursed by a witch, so who is the witch? Me? Do you think I am a witch? Are you going to tie me up and throw me into the fire?" Mary Continuing to hug the half-grown kitten, she clearly remembered that when the Black Death just broke out in her previous life, there was a craze for "killing cats" in the village. The reason was the same as that of the soldiers on crutches. It is the black cat that brings the curse.

Rats are the main source of transmission of the Black Death, and cats are the natural enemies of the rats. Therefore, the cat eradication campaign undoubtedly eliminated the natural enemies of the rats, making the Black Death spread at a more rapid speed.

The soldiers fell silent.If it was half a year ago, some of them might really think that there was an indelible relationship between Mary and the witch, but after a few months, especially the two months after Dr. Wilson left, the entire temporary hospital relied on Mary .No one dared to say that the doctor who saved their lives was a witch.

Come on, if they really burn Mary to death, not only will they lose their life-saving doctor, but they will definitely go to hell after death.

"You are threatening us." The soldier on crutches said dissatisfied, "If it was Dr. Wilson, he would definitely not do this. You women are always soft-hearted and fuss over trivial matters."

Then you go to London to find Wilson to treat the wound!Mary growled inwardly, and she was furious.

"Wilson handed this place over to me, and I will be responsible to you. I believe that even if he is here, he will definitely support my decision."

"I won't harm you." Mary sighed, feeling physically and mentally exhausted. Even though the footsteps of industry were getting louder, there was no shortage of people who were still obsessed with witch legends no matter where they were. "I can swear to God these cats don't bring the bubonic plague."

long silence.

"I trust Dr. Mary." The red-skinned man suddenly said, "Dr. Mary is more professional than us, we should trust her."

"Hey man, I know you always thought she was like your sister. But this is not the time for you to be soft on women." Someone objected immediately.

"If you don't trust Dr. Mary, you can go to London to seek medical treatment from Dr. Wilson. No one will stop you." The red-skinned man was not at a loss.

The soldiers gradually divided between those who supported Mary and believed that what she said should be believed, and those who doubted it.

"It's not medieval anymore, let the black cat and the witch go to hell."

"The black cat must bring a curse, and what the elders say is always right."

"Dr. Mary deserves our trust."

"This is a battlefield, put away your pity and pity."

The voices of the soldiers rang out one after another, and the atmosphere became tense, and no one on either side was willing to give in.Mary stood under the eaves with the cat in her arms, staring at them vigilantly, for fear that there would be a "battle of black cats" in the middle of the night.

"You don't believe me, but you should at least trust Dr. Wilson." Mary couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly raised her voice, "Dr. Wilson entrusted this place to me, and I will be responsible for each of you. If I break my promise, I will let Lucifer take it away." My soul."

The soldiers kept looking at her, but Mary didn't expect much, and stood feebly at the door.

"If you still have a little gratitude, you should go back to the hospital bed and sleep instead of causing trouble here." Another soldier said in a bad tone.

"Go back, everyone go back to sleep. Touch your conscience!"

Maybe it was because they were tired from arguing, or maybe the man had a little prestige among them, the soldiers began to quiet down, no longer arguing, just whispering something.

"Let's go, guys, go back to sleep. Dr. Mary also needs to rest. She treats us during the day, so why stand here at night with the cold wind blowing and watch us quarrel? Don't be ashamed."

"I trust Dr. Mary."

As if drawn by some magical power, the soldiers began to walk into the house one after another.

Finally, even the soldier on crutches nodded, "I hope you are right, Dr. Mary." After speaking, he touched the kitten's head.

Mary:? ? ?

The soldiers were not unreasonable to worry about the Black Death. After all, the Black Death that swept across Europe a few centuries ago cost them nearly one-third of their population②, and many cities and villages became empty cities. Genoa, which relied on maritime trade, almost disappeared.

Mary actually worried more than anyone.In her previous life, she did not know where she contracted the Black Death, and in just one day, she fell ill and died.When she got sick, she happened to be in the suburbs, so her body was finally exposed in the wilderness, and she didn't know where she died.But in that case, she had to admit it was a great blessing.If she came home sick, the whole family would probably die in the house without anyone knowing.

Reliving once again made Mary realize clearly that prevention is more important than cure for the Black Death.Dr. Wilson wrote a letter a few days ago saying that a Black Death patient had been found in a village in Italy, and his army was researching vaccines and specific medicines, but no good progress had been made.This is undoubtedly a worse news.

Owing to the exigencies of the London and Birmingham fields, the enemy's army had to withdraw some of its forces from the Hertford area, and transfer them to more important fields.It made life easier for Hertford.

Mary asked the sheriff and several soldier officers to strictly control the population flow around Hertford, especially the foreigners from the sea.Even the incoming goods have to be checked repeatedly.No matter how tired they were, Mary and other nursing staff insisted on cleaning the makeshift hospital regularly, and sorted out each patient's file for emergencies.

Time passed quickly, and the battle situation in the London battlefield became more and more urgent, and the enemy concentrated its main forces here.Therefore, on the contrary, the Hertford area is much more peaceful.The villagers here are now mainly responsible for the supply of military supplies, and raids will no longer occur at night.People began to have an illusion that the war was coming to an end.The bodies of the soldiers also recovered in sevens and eighties, and the headquarters issued a notice asking some of them to return to London to continue fighting.Along with the notice, there was also an invitation letter to Mary.

The invitation was brief but formal, made of fine parchment and sealed with red wax.

Dear Miss Mary Bennet:

We cordially invite you to work at the Sacred Heart of the Battlefield Hospital in London.

Royal Fourth Corps Surgeon's Department

"Damn it, the wounded soldiers from the northern army are going to be sent here too. We don't have enough manpower. It's even more difficult now." At the gate of the Sacred Heart Hospital in London, Dr. Leslie held the urgently delivered letter with a look To eat people.

"The headquarters can't bully people like this. We have the most excellent medical treatment in the UK, but we don't have enough manpower! We don't have people to operate and implement our technology. Do they expect the few students who just went to university to watch and do the surgery? ? It's not their homework!"

"Calm down, Leslie." Dr. Wilson stopped Leslie who was pacing back and forth, "I have already submitted an application, and the headquarters promised to send some doctors in a few days. They are from Liverpool and have a lot of experience. Help us a lot."

"I hope so," said Leslie grimly.

"Besides," Wilson paused, hesitating, "there is one more person coming."

Leslie looked at Wilson suspiciously, wondering why her old friend had become hesitant.

"Remember that Hertford girl I mentioned when I saw the Prince last time?"

Leslie's expression became a little contorted: "What Maria? Or Mallory? Are you crazy, Wilson? How can a woman help?"

"It's Mary, and her name is Mary Bennet," Wilson explained. "The Prince wants to know why only Hertford soldiers are free from malaria, so he has to summon her. If the messenger is not delayed on the road, she will be sent to the hospital at the latest." Be here tomorrow morning."

"Isn't she dealing with malaria like you taught me? Nothing new." Leslie still had a grim look. "She's going to give us a lot of trouble."

"Are you sure that the little girl you recommend won't be scared to tears by the situation here? The London battlefield is different from Hertford. Don't think that being a country doctor in the village for a few days can save lives and heal the wounded." Leslie stood In front of the gate of the Sacred Heart Hospital, his brows were tightly furrowed, he never believed that a woman would not be afraid of blood and death.

"I put my name on it, Leslie," said Wilson. "Mary is trustworthy, and I didn't recommend her to come here. It was the Prince who asked why only Hertford soldiers were free from the bubonic plague and malaria. I think it must have something to do with Miss Mary. It was the Prince who asked to see her. "

"Then you can only pray that Miss Bennet will not disappoint the Prince." Leslie coughed twice and threw away the cigarette butt in her hand.

"We have to develop vaccines and specific drugs as soon as possible, and time is running out."

The enemy concentrated all their strength in London, and there was a posture of succumbing to death. The continuous raids made the soldiers exhausted.The most terrible thing is that some infectious diseases began to spread in the army, the soldiers' health could not be guaranteed, and the efficiency of combat also plummeted.Wilson quarantined the sick and did everything he could to suppress the spread of the germ.

He recommended Mary to the hospital. Apart from trusting her and thinking that she could really help the wounded soldiers, he also had a selfish motive.The fighting in Hertford has basically stopped, and the villagers have gradually returned to normal life.He knew that Mary had reached the age of marriage, and she was very beautiful and intelligent, and her father was also well respected. Such an excellent unmarried girl must be the object of many men's pursuit.

So he condescended to call her to London, away from the men who came to propose.

Wilson covered the "Bible" with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the cross on his chest, silently praying to God: "Forgive me, Holy Father. I am only mean once in this life."