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

Mary was amused by him again. She was already very beautiful, and she was at her best age, so her smile was extraordinarily beautiful.

The soldier looked at her bright smile and suddenly felt that the wound on his body no longer hurt. "Let me guess, why are you sad?" the soldier said in a brisk tone, "Did the other soldiers bully you? Those idiots, always stubborn, I can teach them a little lesson for you. I mean , I still have a little reputation among them, so they still listen to me."

Mary shook her head, showing a sly smile, "They are all lying on the hospital bed, but they don't have that ability."

"So, are you worried about your family? I guess nothing will happen to them. They will be proud of you." The soldier asked again.

Mary still shook her head, "I just received a letter from Elizabeth yesterday, and they are all very well."

"In this case," the soldier showed a playful smile, "then you are worried about the person you like? I am sure I guessed right this time. My eldest sister looks like you when she misses her fiancé."

Mary buried her head in her knees, feeling her cheeks burn.

fiancé?This is ridiculous.If Heathcliff heard him say that, he would have to wring his head off and use it as a toilet.

"Looks like I guessed it right." The soldier on the bench immediately felt complacent, unaware that his head was in danger of turning into a toilet. "Tell me, where is he serving? I can help you find out."

Mary circled her knees and hesitated for a while before slowly opening her mouth: "Royal Army No. 11, he's just my friend."

"..."

The soldiers on the bench suddenly fell silent. Everyone knew that the No.11 soldiers of the Royal Army were severely injured last night. Not only were there very few survivors, but they were all seriously injured.

The air was frighteningly quiet, and the anesthesia of many wounded soldiers had passed, and they were curling up on the hospital bed and letting out painful and depressing urges.A bloody smell permeated the house, a smell that hadn't gone away since the war began.

"Is he among those wounded soldiers?" the soldier lying on the bench asked softly.

Mary shook her head, choked up a little.None of their men were spared in yesterday's raid. If they were not wounded soldiers, then the biggest possibility was that they were killed in battle.

Mary opened her mouth and breathed heavily, trying to calm down, but it didn't do much.The corners of her eyes were still swollen and sour, and water stains lingered in her dry eye sockets.

The soldier on the bench sighed softly, stretched out his hand and stroked Mary's hair soothingly, "If you need it, I can ask the No.11 team for the list of victims tomorrow."

Mary still didn't speak, and wept softly with trembling shoulders.It was the first time she had cried since coming to London.

The soldier on the bench was silent. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know what to say.In the end, he could only comfort him in the most feeble way: "God will protect him."

Mary cried softly for a while, her nails dug into the flesh of her palm, the pain made her brain gradually return to sobriety and reason.Tears dried up on her face, Mary breathed hard, the cold air poured into her nostrils and then poured into her lungs, under the effect of the biting cold wind and the piercing pain, she finally regained her composure.

"You should go to bed early." Mary wiped away her tears, showed a bright smile to the soldier, and tucked the quilt for him, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can ring the bell to call me at any time."

She must not fall, she must be strong.

Have a compassionate heart, help the world and save others, have compassion and care for your patients, but don't be influenced by personal emotions.This is what Mary learned at Sacred Heart Hospital.

The winter night in England was extremely cold. Mary stood wrapped in a blanket at the gate of the Sacred Heart Hospital, looked up at the moon in the sky, and suddenly remembered that it would be Christmas in a few days.

It was the first time she was away from home for Christmas.

In the past, every Christmas Eve, my father would order the most beautiful Christmas tree early, and she and her sisters and sisters were responsible for decorating it with various gifts and little stars.

In fact, it’s not bad for the whole family to be girls. Their aesthetics are similar, and they won’t argue about whether to use red napkins or green napkins.

And no urging each other impatiently after spending too much time in front of the mirror.On Christmas morning, they would run barefoot under the Christmas tree to unwrap presents, then drink goat's milk and eat croissants around the dining table.

Mary looked up at the snowflakes floating in the sky, habitually wanted to touch the "Bible" she grew up with, but found nothing.Then she remembered that she had given it to Heathcliff a few months ago.Mary shook her head helplessly, she was really crazy at that time, she would give Heathcliff such a thing as the Bible, this man might laugh at her in his heart.

Snowflakes fluttered on the pointed roof of the Sacred Heart Hospital, covering the blue-gray ground, covering up the scarlet blood stains on it.

"It will be over," Mary said to herself, gripping the pen in her pocket. "The war will be over soon."

Despite the war, the doctors and nurses at Sacred Heart decided to celebrate Christmas simply because it was their big day of the year.Mary and several young nurses were in charge of decorating the ward. They wove rosemary rings and hung them on the patient's bedside, and made snowflakes out of wooden clips and stuck them on the glass windows.A simple version of the trunk cake was prepared in the kitchen, and everyone was given a small slice on Christmas morning.

"If I hadn't put on a plaster cast, I would definitely be able to weave you the most beautiful wreath." A soldier whose whole body was wrapped in gauze said, it took him a lot of effort to raise his arms, and gestured to Mary, " I make wreaths for my daughter every Christmas and I think I'll do it for my granddaughter too, you little girls always love these."

"Then you can keep your word," Mary said with a smile as she changed his dressing, "if I don't get your wreath next year, I won't stop."

There is always something magical about the holidays, even in times of war, as soon as Christmas comes, everyone's mood will be better.Mary packed up the gauze and tweezers, prepared to change into clean clothes, and spent this special festival with the patients in the ward.

As she walked, she greeted passing doctors, nurses, and soldiers, so that she accidentally bumped into a person when she passed in front of the largest window in the corridor.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to." Mary apologized repeatedly.

The man didn't want to talk to her at first, he was standing by the window, holding a book in his hand, standing there motionless, like a Greek sculpture in the palace garden, but he turned around immediately after hearing Mary's voice.

It was Heathcliff.

There was a circle of white gauze wrapped around his forehead, a circle of blue stubble on his chin, his hair was a little shorter than before, and his eye sockets were sunken.But in general, he looks healthy, at least not missing arms or legs.

Mary froze there, her brown pupils dilated slightly, she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.Her heart was beating crazily, and even though she saw it with her own eyes, it was recognized by her brain, and she still couldn't believe that Heathcliff would appear in front of her intact.

Finally Heathcliff spoke first.

"Mary Bennet? Why are you here?" It was a very bad tone, mixed with irritation and shock.

"I..." Mary was about to say that she was here

Li was nursing soldiers, but he was interrupted as soon as he said a word.

"You must be brave and prove yourself to be different, don't you?" Heathcliff suddenly became a little irritable. He grabbed Mary's arm and pulled her to the huge French window, looking down at her angrily.

"You think you are the savior, you can save these soldiers, don't you? You can live in peace, but you want to come here to die. Do you think the Sacred Heart Hospital is safe?"

"Then let me tell you, this place has been attacked three times since the war started. There are spies sent by the enemy hiding here and there, and animals who will betray you at any time! I shouldn't have rescued you from Lowood in the first place, Even if you stay there and get beaten, it is better than looking for death here."

Mary was dumbfounded by his series of accusations. She opened her mouth but couldn't speak a word, her chest heaving violently.She tried her best to break free from Heathcliff's grip, and wanted to point at his nose and scold him, but the moment she opened her mouth, her nose felt sour.

So she could only throw the empty tray in his hand on him, stomp on him again, and finally ran away as fast as he could while he lowered his head to help her pick up the tray.

Heathcliff picked up the tray, looked at Mary's back quickly going away, and wanted to call out to her, but in the end he didn't make any sound.

He still underestimated her too much. Heathcliff thought that Mary was at most just doing nursing work in Hertford, so when he learned that the war in Hertford area was basically over, he immediately felt relieved.

But he never imagined that Mary would go to London, where the situation was most serious.He thought that even if Mary wanted to come here, the Sacred Heart Hospital was not a place where anyone could come if they wanted, so he didn't worry too much.He admitted that he was still praying yesterday and wanted to see Mary, but not in this form.

The Sacred Heart Hospital is a harbor for soldiers in London, but there are often unexpected dangers in the harbor.If something goes wrong here, the doctors and nurses will be the first to be questioned.

Especially Mary, a terrible doctor who has no background, is young, and is a woman. If something really happened, Heathcliff would not be surprised that they would blame Mary.

He was not afraid that Mary would cause trouble, but he was afraid that he would not be able to protect her after Mary caused trouble.He was on the battlefield and Mary was in the hospital, and he was too weak to protect her.

Mary stumbled all the way to the bathroom, the only place she had any privacy.To be honest, she felt aggrieved. Ever since she learned of the heavy casualties of the [-]th Royal Army Corps, she hadn't stopped worrying about Heathcliff for a second.

When I finally saw him today, I found that he was fine, nothing happened, and before he had time to be happy, he was criticized.Mary thought that everyone would be angry.

What is "running to die"?

What else, "You'd be better off staying at Lowood and getting beaten than here"?

Look, is this still a human language? !

Her little white horse can talk better than him!