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

The carriage from Hertford to London took about a day, but due to time constraints, the carriage traveled all the way, only half the time it used to take.

However, the price was that Mary was thrown into a mess, and when she got out of the car, her eyes were staring and her face was pale.This appearance made Leslie even more suspicious of her abilities.

If the battlefield of Hertford is a tragedy on earth, then London is hell on earth.Mary had never seen so much blood before. The ribs of some soldiers were directly exposed from their bodies, and they were eerie white.

The whole Sacred Heart Hospital was filled with the smell of blood, especially on rainy days, the blood on the ground was also washed up, and the open space of the hospital was scarlet, like a slaughterhouse.

There are almost no women here, and it is impossible for the hospital to set aside a room for her bedroom, so Mary can only rest wrapped in a blanket on the bench in the office, which is still good, and more often she sleeps during the operation rooms and ward floors.

The woman went into the operating room—a move that undoubtedly aroused the dissatisfaction of all doctors except Dr. Wilson, including many soldiers, who refused to treat them with Mary.He even asked to drive her out, thinking that a woman who was against the world would bring bad luck.

Especially when Mary refused to overdose patients with morphine, they called her a witch and said that her long black hair would turn into poisonous snakes in the middle of the night.Mary can only turn a deaf ear to these rumors as much as possible. Wilson needs her, and the wounded soldiers also need her. She can't give up on them just because of a few curses.

There was a time in the operating room, especially in the operating room, when the patients would yell if they saw Mary walking into the operating room.Mary is not afraid of this, a little bit of chloroform, the soldier who was aggressive just now fell into a deep sleep, quietly like a baby in the womb.Who told her to be anesthetized before the operation? She didn't do anything against the rules.

But there are also happy things. Wilson taught her everything, no matter how tired he was, he would patiently answer her questions.And also took out all kinds of materials and documents in his collection and gave them to Mary for research.Mary thanked him for his teaching from the bottom of her heart.Elizabeth and the others were also very happy that she had such a knowledgeable and patient teacher, and said that after the war was over, they would invite him to their home again.

And because of the shortage of staff, although many doctors were reluctant, they reluctantly accepted Mary dangling in front of them every day.When they are in a good mood, they will also come to give her some pointers. These pointers are summed up through years of experience, and they are knowledge that cannot be learned in books.

They also had to admit that it was a pleasure to see Mary in the gray hospital, in the ward full of pain and mourning with stumped limbs everywhere.She is very talented and energetic, which makes people see hope.She is very young, and she will use her youth and vitality to infect injured patients, making them feel that the pulse of life is still beating vigorously.

"What do you think of what the prince said?" After a four-hour operation, Wilson suddenly asked Mary.His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

"The princess doesn't like male doctors, so the prince wants you to be the queen's female doctor. This is actually a good choice, where you don't have to face so much blood, and you will have your own room and servants instead We men huddled together."

"I didn't come here for happiness." Mary was a little angry, and vigorously washed her blood-stained hands. Because of frequent washing and disinfection, the skin on her hands began to shed, and the pain was unbearable every night.

"I thought you called me here because the soldiers here needed my help, not to prescribe digestive pills to a nobleman who had indigestion from eating too much brioche."

"Mary, you have to believe that I recommended you here because you are needed here." Wilson's face became more serious, "It's just that I don't know what the prince thinks."

Mary: "But now that you know it, you are still working as a lobbyist for the prince. There are so many soldiers waiting for treatment in the Sacred Heart Hospital, but you want me to go to the palace to do nothing."

Wilson fell silent, and it took a long time before he spoke again.

"I understand you, Mary. I know that you want to do something really useful, to help those in need, rather than coveting a reputation. But, you must also know that this era does not allow you to do this, and it is not right for you now. The benefits will even make you suffer after the war is over."

"That's not what you said before, Dr. Wilson." Mary was in disbelief. "You used to say that women are as useful as men, and that they can do whatever they want."

"Yes, I said so, but we hadn't started fighting then. War changes everything, it magnifies little things, do you understand, Mary? If you were a doctor here now, when the war was over, people would at first Praise you, thank you."

"But it won't take long for them to discuss how you, a woman, live among a group of men. They will discuss all kinds of things about you, except for your real contribution!"

Wilson began to become irritable. His fair skin was now flushed with anxiety, and the red blood in his eyes became more obvious.

"Then why did you teach me how to operate and tell me to come here?" Mary asked back.

Another long silence.

"I don't want you to be hurt, Mary. I regret it, I regret teaching you too much, and calling you here. I want to protect you, let me protect you." Wilson met Mary's brown eyes, he was born The family of doctors has a good upbringing, and was strictly controlled in work, rest and emotions since childhood, so it is rare to look directly at a opposite sex with such eagerness and sex.

He really regretted it. He knew what Mary would encounter when he came here, but he still brought her here.For the wounded soldiers, but also for himself.

"I can protect myself," Mary said, avoiding Wilson's burning gaze.She has always treated Wilson as a brother and teacher, but now the other party's attitude makes her feel nervous and confused, and she just wants to get out of here as soon as possible.

"The patients in the second ward are still waiting for me."

Standing alone in the operation, Wilson looked at Mary's back, smiled dejectedly, and then began to prepare for the next operation.

He can't spend too much time on personal affairs, which often makes him socially withdrawn, but that's a good thing right now.

The situation in the second ward is not optimistic.

Last night, the enemy made an unexpected surprise attack, which not only severely damaged the army, but also set fire to the residential areas of the city.All the beds in the Sacred Heart Hospital were full, and even the benches in the corridor were full of people.

"Which team are you from?" Mary asked a non-commissioned officer who had just stopped bleeding and lost an arm, holding the registration form. Unfortunately, the non-commissioned officer was crying in pain and had no time to pay attention to her.

Mary had to reassure him first.No way, she didn't want to hold on to this poor non-commissioned officer, asking questions all the time, but these questions had to be registered in order to manage and distribute treatment, and this non-commissioned officer who lost his hand seemed to be the only one in the entire ward who could barely answer the questions people.Should she ask the soldier whose head was almost cut off in half?I'm afraid it won't work.

"Royal Army No. 11 Team." The non-commissioned officer who lost his arm replied weakly, "All the people who came here today are ours. This time we lost a lot, and almost the entire army was wiped out. We even lack manpower to clean the battlefield."

Mary's head suddenly buzzed, and she remembered that Heathcliff also belonged to the Royal Army's No.11 team.She wanted to ask the non-commissioned officer again if he knew Heathcliff, but he had passed out.

During the days when she came to London, Mary became more and more "cold". She felt pity for the soldiers with severed arms and legs, but she no longer showed it.She can deal with those bloody wounds calmly without blinking.

But now her hands were trembling a little.

"Royal Army No.11 Squad."

"It's all our people here today."

"Nearly wiped out."

Mary squeezed her apron tightly and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.She must concentrate on treating the wounds of these soldiers without distraction.

Heathcliff.Someone will treat him, and he will be fine.

It was not until late at night that the doctors in the hospital helped all the soldiers treat their wounds.Mary was wrapped in a blanket and curled up by the window in the corridor on the second floor, with her arms around her knees, her body trembling slightly.

She just looked through today's medical record, and there is no Heathcliff's name on it, and the soldier's name is not on the medical record, so there are only two possibilities.Either he was dead, or he was alive but captured.

Either way is not a reassuring outcome.

Mary prayed silently, hoping that she was only blinded and did not see Heathcliff's name.

For a moment, she wanted to put science behind her and just hoped that Jesus would hear her prayers.

It was already late autumn, and the night in England was dry and cold, and the moon was also stained with blood, and the edge was slightly reddish.A few black crows were circling back and forth in the courtyard of the Sacred Heart Hospital, flapping their wings, trying to find some food.The windows in the corridor were not very tight, and the night wind came in and blew on his face, causing another stinging pain.

Mary buried her face in her knees, trying to catch her breath, not wanting to cry.But his shoulders were still trembling uncontrollably.

"Are you crying?" a soldier lying on the bench beside Mary asked softly.

"No, I didn't, I'm fine." Mary raised her head, wiped away her tears, and pretended nothing happened.She can't break down before these soldiers. The hospital is the backing of the soldiers. As a doctor of the Sacred Heart Hospital, she must always be strong.

"Did I disturb you? I'm sorry, I should change the place." Mary smiled apologetically, and immediately wrapped herself in a blanket and wanted to leave.But it was stopped by soldiers lying on the bench.

"It's nothing, Dr. Mary. You've been as quiet as a kitten. It was like that in Hertford. You didn't make a sound when you changed someone else's dressing at night."

"Have you been in Hertford?" Mary stepped back and adjusted her sitting position so that she was facing the soldier.

"Of course. We were the first troops to be sent to Hertfordshire. I have been living in your living room since I was wounded. We are very grateful to you."

"Don't you think it's a sin for a woman to enter the operating room?" Mary couldn't help asking.

"Maybe I used to think that way, but not now. I have to apologize to you for being shallow. You saved my life in Hertfordshire, and you saved me the other day. Second time. I don't even know how to thank you. Believe me, you brought spring here."

Mary laughed. It was the first time anyone had thanked her since coming to London.

"I think you should be only a little older than my sisters. If you don't mind, you can treat me as your brother for a while. If you have any troubles, you can come and tell me. Although I can't help you, But at least you can listen. I have four younger sisters and they all like me, so I guess I'm kind of a good brother."