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

He never imagined that this Randy Wilson occupied such an important place in Mary's heart.That military doctor, a frail scholar, just has a diploma and a prominent family background, besides these, what else can he show?At most, at most one white face.

Heathcliff was very irritable. Just now he was still beating faster because of what Wilson said, "You are the man Mary is thinking about".

But now he has to admit one thing, that is, Randy Wilson is a more suitable marriage partner than him.Just like Edgar Linton back then.

They are all typical British gentlemen, wearing a gentleman's three-piece suit from morning to night, and their hair is meticulously combed.Girls always like this guy!Gentle, wearing glasses, talking about Shakespeare and the Renaissance.

He really didn't like this kind of people, but Mary cared so much.Heathcliff is caught in a strange loop, telling himself that he and Mary have known each other longer, and that he's someone Mary "hears and misses".But then, immediately after, it occurred to him that Mary was angry because he had punched Wilson.

He didn't know whether Mary liked Randy Wilson or not, but he was sure that Wilson must have other thoughts about Mary.

Heathcliff pulled his hair in frustration, and briefly considered whether he should also read "No. 12 Nights"② and "Iliad" after the war was over, but then thought that he didn't know if he would live to After the war, I felt even more depressed, and even the surrounding temperature dropped a bit.

He took out from under his clothes the Bible that Mary had given him.A few days ago when he was fighting a war, he accidentally dropped it. The loose pages of the book suddenly fell apart, and even the black cover peeled off.

Heathcliff fumbled the end of the thread through the eye of the needle by the candlelight, trying to sew up the scattered pages again.It's a pity that he is not good at this kind of work, so he tossed for a long time and failed to sew the broken Bible, and accidentally dropped another page.So the old "Bible" was scattered on the small table in front of him, looking quite lonely.

……

Heathcliff was terrified. He didn't want Mary to find out that he had damaged the Bible she had given him.That girl is very vengeful, and she will be unhappy if she finds out.He didn't want to upset her, he liked seeing Mary laugh and wanted her to be happy.

Maybe it was because his hands were stained with too much blood on the battlefield, and God refused to take care of him, so two hours passed, and the poor "Bible" was still falling apart, lying flat on the table, and it happened to be Write a sentence.

"Whoever uses the sword will die by the sword."③

Heathcliff became more irritable.He waved his hand, greeted a young soldier on duty, and asked, "Can you sew?"

The soldier who was called looked confused, but adhering to the principle that the officer's words are orders, he still gave a military salute and replied: "Report to the colonel, I don't know how to sew. But you can ask Dr. Mary for help, she is very enthusiastic, He often mends our clothes."

Although not very good.

Heathcliff: "..."

Seeing that his officer was silent, the soldier thought he was not doing well, so he immediately added: "I can find her for you right now. Dr. Mary is probably reporting today's work to Dr. Wilson at this time. It's easy. turn up."

"No need." Heathcliff gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, and looked at the soldier with a fake smile, "Go back."

The innocent soldier only felt a chill down his spine, he returned to his position trembling, thinking about it, but he couldn't figure out what he did wrong and offended the eccentric colonel.

"If there are no accidents, these supplies are enough for us to last for three months. Every patient will get the care they deserve." Mary reported to Wilson about the work of the day as usual, and asked about the Black Death by the way, "I I heard that there is good news in our special drug research, is that true?"

But Wilson was obviously absent-minded. He pretended to look down at the medical records, but he didn't read a word.

"Doctor Wilson?" Seeing that Wilson hadn't spoken for a long time, Mary couldn't help reminding him.

"What?" Wilson just came back to his senses and stood up a little awkwardly, "You just said special medicine? Yes, we have achieved a lot, but we need to do a few more tests to ensure Not surprisingly."

"Doctor Wilson, what's wrong with your face?" Mary asked, she had just noticed a small lump at the corner of Wilson's mouth, as if someone had beaten him.

"It's nothing. I just bumped into it accidentally." Wilson quickly turned around, turning the normal side of his face to Mary, "It's nothing serious."

Mary didn't pursue it any further. After all, she really couldn't think of anyone who would be okay to punch Wilson, unless that person had a mental illness.

She didn't stay long after the routine work was done, and Mary had tried to avoid contact with him outside of work and study since Wilson had shown something special to her a few months ago.What's more, she still has a half-padded apron in the dressing room.

Wait, her sewing kit is still in Heathcliff's hands.

"..."

Mary went back to Heathcliff's ward angrily. Other patients in the ward had fallen asleep, only Heathcliff was still burning a kerosene lamp.He was still neatly dressed in military uniform, with a bandage on his head, sitting on the hospital bed with a small table in front of him, not knowing what he was doing.In order not to disturb the rest of the other patients, Mary walked lightly and tiptoed behind him, only to find that he was clumsily holding a needle and thread, as if trying to re-staple a book scattered on the table.

He was clumsy, and he was at a loss for the needle and thread with his slender fingers, his eyes were fixed on the end of the thread in his hand, a few drops of sweat stuck to his forehead, and he looked tense and solemn.

"What are you doing?" Mary asked.

Heathcliff seemed to be taken aback, suddenly raised his head, and stared at Mary vigilantly.As he straightened up, Mary found that the book on the table was the Bible she had given him.

"I..." Heathcliff seemed a little embarrassed, and the sweat on his forehead became denser. He pretended to put a hand on the "Bible" inadvertently, trying to block Mary's gaze.

"I'm sorry," said Heathcliff.

Mary felt that she must have been so tired that she was hallucinating, because she had just heard Heathcliff say to her: Sorry.

"It was an accident," said Heathcliff slowly. "During the war, it fell out of my clothes and fell apart."

It took Mary a while to realize, slowly, hard, incredulously, that Heathcliff was really apologizing to her for accidentally breaking the Bible she had given him while he was fighting.

"I'm not very good at this," continued Heathcliff, looking a little embarrassed, "but you said there was no paste, so..."

"What do you want the paste for?" Mary asked in surprise.

"Otherwise?" Heathcliff was puzzled.

"I thought you were repairing pocket watches," Mary blurted out.

"The paste can repair a pocket watch?" Heathcliff was more surprised than her. He frowned, as if he had seen a ghost.

"..."

It seems impossible.Embarrassed, Mary wiped her hands on the apron uneasily, and then asked knowingly, "So have you run out? I still have the apron to mend."

The answer is obvious.

So she continued pretending not to care and said, "Since it's gone, you can throw it away."

"So you threw away my pen?" Heathcliff raised his eyebrows, and his voice raised slightly.

Mary was panicked by his stare, and quickly turned half of her body, "I put it in the box. I'm very busy and don't have time to deal with it." Of course she was lying, the pen is now in her pocket, next to the to her chest.

There was a rustling sound, and Mary turned her head to find that it was Heathcliff who was laughing.

What the hell, she not only heard Heathcliff apologize today, but also saw him laugh.Mary lowered her head and looked at him quietly from the corner of her eye. She suddenly found that this man was very handsome.Maybe many people don't like his not fair enough, too tough, and gypsy-style looks, but she likes it.

"Are you familiar with Wilson?" Heathcliff asked abruptly.

"He was a very good teacher." Mary replied, she began to vaguely understand why Heathcliff asked such a question, but she was not sure.He had Catherine Earnshaw, what did he care about his relationship with Dr. Wilson?

Playful man!

"Just a teacher?" the playboy asked.

Mary nodded, and she felt that Heathcliff seemed to move a little closer to her.

Heathcliff laughed silently. As a soldier who would die in battle at any time, he knew that he should not make any promises to a girl casually.

But he couldn't restrain his feelings.

Before that, he didn't even know that he still had feelings.

It was quiet all around, except for the faint snoring of other patients and her own heartbeat, Mary couldn't hear anything.Most of the patients in this ward were not seriously injured, unlike other rooms that always smelled of blood and alcohol.

Instead, there is only a faint smell of disinfectant and a little bit of tobacco smell from the soldiers.It was still snowing, so the room was brightly lit.

"Give me a little more time, and I'll be able to fix it soon." Heathcliff took his hand away from the Bible, grabbed Mary's wrist through the clothes, and turned her around. He watched her seriously. "Mary, I will live until after the war, give me a little more time."

On the scattered sheet of paper was written a line of handwritten small characters:

I am there to give you my love. ④