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

The more Mary thought about it, the more angry she became, and secretly regretted that she had quarreled with Heathcliff because she hadn't played well just now.She lingered in the bathroom for a while clutching her apron, finally washed her face, and reluctantly prepared to leave.

But as soon as she opened the door, she found that Heathcliff was standing at the door of the ladies' toilet, looking inside from time to time, holding the tray she had just dropped.

He still couldn't help but chased after him.

The patients and doctors who came and went quietly looked at Heathcliff with a perverted look.Mary suddenly felt a little better.

She pretended not to see him, brushed her hair and walked around, preparing to go to the ward to spend Christmas with the soldiers and eat tree trunk cakes.

"Mary," said Heathcliff.

Mary pretended not to hear and walked on.

"Mary Bennet." Heathcliff caught up and stopped in front of her, with a tall figure covering her.He wanted to stretch out his hand to grab her arm again, but before reaching halfway, he was stared back by Mary.

The way was blocked, so Mary stopped to hear what Heathcliff would say.If it was an apology, she was quite looking forward to it. After all, Heathcliff had probably never apologized to anyone in his life.

Mary looked up at him, waiting.

"..."

The air is quiet.

"Your tray," said Heathcliff.

"..."

Mary took the tray angrily, and continued to stare at him, "Do you have anything else to do? If not, I'm going to the ward for Christmas."

"Nothing."

"..."

"Merry Christmas." Then, he added another sentence, dry, very perfunctory, without the slightest meaning of blessing.

Mary sighed dejectedly, and decided to leave here immediately. The wounded soldiers in the ward were much cuter than him.

"Mary, you know, that's not what I meant." But before she could take a few steps, Heathcliff spoke again. He was tall and had long legs, so Mary was stopped by him again within a few steps.

Everyone in the hallway had gone to lunch, and it was just the two of them here.

"You know in your heart that I don't mean that. It's not safe here, you should go home."

"So," Mary threw the tray back into Heathcliff's arms and stared at him, "you're blaming me. I shouldn't have run away after being scolded by you. I have to thank you after I've been scolded." ,is that so?"

"I didn't accuse you." Heathcliff continued to explain patiently, "I just..." He suddenly stopped talking.

Mary waited for a while, and seeing that he had no intention of continuing, she snatched back the tray and continued walking to the ward.

"I'm just afraid that I won't be able to protect you." Heathcliff finally said the second part of the sentence, but he didn't catch up again, just stood straight on the spot.

His black military boots had some dust on them, so they didn't look too shiny.That's normal, because the boots of the non-commissioned officers who are sitting in their offices drinking coffee are the only ones that keep their boots shiny.

Mary stopped and looked back at him.

"In the past, whether it was in Hertford or Lowood, the war had not yet started, so I could still protect you."

"But it's different now, Mary."

Heathcliff sighed, he was used to giving orders on the battlefield, so he didn't know how to express it euphemistically.

Especially when it comes to a girl, a girl that he likes but dares not to like, let alone how to like a girl.

"No one knows what will happen tomorrow, you have to learn to protect yourself. Don't always run to such a dangerous place, go home, your father can protect you, Hertford is safe now. Bentley also promised to take care of you One family. As long as you want, I can arrange someone to take you home tomorrow."

"I can protect myself." Mary returned, walked back to Heathcliff, and looked up at him, "but protection is not escape. If everyone hides in a safe place, what will happen to our homeland?"

Heathcliff looked down at Mary, who he knew had always been stubborn and argumentative.He wanted to reach out and pin Mary's hair behind her ear, but he pulled it back before reaching halfway.

Who was he to her?What right did he have to accuse her?take care of her?Even, what qualifications does he have to protect her?What he did was inexplicable, like a madman.

"We're going to celebrate Christmas." Seeing that Heathcliff had been silent for a long time, Mary randomly picked up a topic to break the tense atmosphere, "Would you like to come and celebrate the holiday together?"

Heathcliff thinks he should refuse, after all they have nothing to do with each other - in his opinion, this is actually the best situation, the distance between them should be as far away as possible.But the words that were spoken became: "Okay."

Given that the military supplies were still in place, the kitchen prepared a barely substantial lunch, mainly soft bread, butter and various dairy products. After all, these wounded soldiers could not eat such things as roast ribs.Mary helped the wounded who were unable to feed themselves before returning to the kitchen to eat with the remaining doctors and soldiers.

"Let's toast to peace. I believe the war will end soon." Dr. Leslie sat in the middle of the long table and raised his glass, and the rest of the people also raised their glasses.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the long table covered with pulp was arranged very beautifully. A basket of red and purple wild flowers was placed in the center, and napkins folded in a triangular shape were spread on the table.

"I think I should toast Dr. Mary again." Leslie took the glass and walked to Mary, who sat at the end of the long table, a position opposite to Heathcliff's.

But when she stood up holding the wine glass, she clearly felt Heathcliff's gaze from the other end of the long table.

"To be honest, I thought you would only cause us trouble at first, dear Miss Mary." At the same time, Leslie, who was holding a glass of red wine, also felt the chill behind her, as if something was staring at her from behind. He sees.

"But it turns out that I was too stupid. You are much better than I imagined, and many of my students are not as good as you." Leslie looked back and found nothing unusual, so he continued to speak while holding his glass .

"I would especially like to thank Dr. Wilson, who introduced you here." After saying this, Leslie suddenly felt the chill in his back disappear, but Wilson began to feel a chill down his spine.

Although it was Christmas, everyone didn't spend too much time on lunch, after all, there were countless tasks to be done in the hospital.

"They all said that your team was almost wiped out. What's the matter with you? Why didn't you come back with your teammates that day." Mary returned to the dressing room, but found that Heathcliff was still following her, and pointed Pointing to the gauze on his head, he signaled to her that he should change the dressing.

"I'm not seriously injured, so I'm helping to clean up the battlefield, which takes a lot of time." Heathcliff said, Mary removed his old gauze, only to notice that the gauze he had wrapped earlier was really bad, and the wound was treated poorly. Not good, tends to be slightly irritated.

"I have to help you deal with your forehead again." Mary gently peeled off the sticky gauze with tweezers, and cleaned off the residue on the wound, but found that the thread on Heathcliff's forehead was open again. "It needs to be stitched again, you wait for me here, I have to get morphine."

"I don't need that kind of stuff," said Heathcliff. "Those things make people unconscious. Leave them for sissies who cry at the sight of a scalpel."

"But your wound has to be re-sewed, without morphine..." Mary hesitated, "without morphine it will hurt."

"Just sew it up, we don't pay so much attention when we deal with wounds on the battlefield." Heathcliff said indifferently, he put one hand on the table casually, and the other hand grabbed Mary's apron Side, so she can not move.

Mary couldn't resist him, so she could only sew directly.

She was a little nervous, not because of anything else, she was just worried that Heathcliff would not be able to bear the pain and move around.She has done so many operations and dealt with all kinds of wounds, large and small, but she has never stitched up the wound without giving the patient morphine.

But what was surprising was that Heathcliff remained motionless during the whole process. She threaded needles and threads on his head and disinfected the inflamed area with medicinal liquor, but the other party remained as if he was growing on a chair, without even shaking at all.It made Mary even think for a while that he was in pain and passed out.

"Did Randy Wilson recommend you to come here?" After changing the medicine, Heathcliff suddenly asked without thinking.

"That's right, it's Dr. Wilson. He taught me a lot when I was in Hertford." Mary nodded. She disposed of the discarded gauze, fetched another pot of hot water, and handed it to Heathcliff, "You Do you want to wipe your face?"

"Is he very powerful?" Heathcliff asked again.

"He graduated from the London Medical University. He has profound knowledge and is very respected in the hospital." Mary explained, there was some imperceptible admiration in her words, but she didn't quite understand why Heathcliff suddenly became interested in Dr. Wilson.

"Popular? You will all applaud him when he appears, isn't that true?" Heathcliff's tone became very strange.

Mary: "??? I don't seem to understand what you're talking about, sir."

Mary glanced at the row of tinkling medals of various colors on Heathcliff's chest, and joked.

Heathcliff probably also noticed his slip of the tongue. He turned his face and pretended to cough twice before continuing: "So, have you known each other for a long time?"

"It's been a while, about a year?" Mary tilted her head and thought for a while, "We first met on the cruise ship last year, during the Christmas holiday last year."

Heathcliff said nothing more, just nodded thoughtfully.It was a while before he looked at the fine snowflakes outside the window and said, "Today is Christmas."

Mary glanced at him inexplicably, wondering what he was trying to get mad again.

"Perhaps I should give you a Christmas present," Heathcliff continued, rummaging in his pockets and pulling out a bar of chocolate.It's about the size of half an adult's palm, packed in platinum paper, with a few French words printed on it, very delicate.

Mary knew that this was a special offer from the Quartermaster Department to the officers, only to officers with the rank of lieutenant colonel and above, one yuan a week.

"But I didn't prepare a present for you." Mary took the chocolate, put it on her nose and smelled it.A strong aroma of cocoa hits the nostrils.

"No need." Heathcliff didn't seem to be interested in Christmas gifts or chocolates. He turned his head and lowered his eyes, "I rarely celebrate holidays. Besides, I just happen to have one left over, and it's not specially prepared for you."

"..."

This man will never chat!Mary was outraged.Accidentally broke a piece of chocolate.

She didn't prepare a gift for him!

Heathcliff didn't care about Mary's distorted expression, he was still staring at the snowflakes outside the window, "I may stay in the hospital for two days, but at most Wednesday, I have to go back to the battlefield. Are you sure you don't want to go home? If you Let's go, I can still see you off."

"Unless the war is over, I won't go back." Mary said firmly, perhaps because of Chocolate's face, her attitude was a little better.She broke off a piece of chocolate and put it in her mouth. It tasted slightly bitter at first, followed by the unique sweetness and aroma of cocoa.It is much more delicious than the damp toffee in the kitchen, no wonder it is a special food.

"Aren't you proud of having Mary here?"

Dr. Wilson was sorting out patient files in the office, but when he turned around, he found an unexpected visitor in the room.Heathcliff stood at the door with an unkind expression, and closed the door behind his back, his tall figure tightly blocking the exit.