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

Heathcliff rode on the horse and came to Mary's side in a short while.He has a gentle demeanor, and even exudes a holy light like Jesus around him, so handsome that he is unreal.He sat on the horse, stretched out a hand, and Mary took it, and then Heathcliff pulled slightly, and Mary sat on the horse with him.

It was a tall Dutch warmblood horse. Mary sat on it and looked down, feeling as if she was floating in mid-air.Thinking of the weightlessness of falling down the stairs, she felt a little scared, so she leaned into Heathcliff's arms involuntarily.Feeling Mary's approach, Heathcliff froze at first, and then relaxed. He held the rein with both hands, wrapped Mary in his arms, and lowered his head into her ear and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out of here." .”

So she simply relaxed completely, and did not look at the group of bright white light, anyway, with Heathcliff around, she would definitely be able to go out.She felt the smell of him, but it was not the smell of tobacco and leather in the past, but the smell of disinfectant, like freshly laundered sheets in a hospital ward.

The road became very long again, and it was a little cold.But Mary was nestled in Heathcliff's arms, so she couldn't feel the cold wind, only her nails were slightly chilled.In the dark, she cautiously searched for Heathcliff's finger with her fingers, probably because of nervousness, she searched for a long time before touching him.Mary tentatively hooked his fingers first, but the other party didn't refuse, so she boldly put all her hands in Heathcliff's.But she immediately felt that this hand was a little strange.

This hand is smooth and delicate, as soon as you touch it, you can tell that its owner must have been pampered since childhood, not to mention leading soldiers in battle, he probably has never even done heavy work.

It was not Heathcliff's hand.

Mary drew her hand back immediately.

"Mary, you're finally awake."

Mary opened her eyes to find that Dr. Wilson was sitting on the stool next to her, with one hand resting on the edge of her hospital bed, a little awkwardly ajar, as if something had just been lost.

"You have been in a coma for a day and a night, and everyone is very worried." Wilson withdrew his hand from the bed.

"It's great that you're awake now."

Mary opened her eyes, looked around, and realized that she was in the ward.There was a bit of noise around, but there was no sound of artillery fire, and it seemed that the attack was over.People in the hospital are methodically transferring patients back to the wards, and some are putting new glass on the windows.

"Where's Heathcliff?" asked Mary.She lay on the bed and searched for a long time, but she didn't see him.

"Colonel Heathcliff was transferred back to the battlefield early because of the enemy's surprise attack." Wilson replied, he lifted Mary's eyelids to look, then reached out to touch her forehead, "You need to rest for a few days, Mary. Don't worry , you are not seriously injured. We have strengthened our defenses, and there will be no more surprise attacks."

"When did he leave? When did he come back?" Mary didn't pay attention to what Wilson said later, and continued to ask.

"As soon as the raid started that night, Colonel Heathcliff led troops to the front line to support." Wilson replied, his expression was a little lonely.Mary has been asking Heathcliff for news since she woke up, which made him somewhat sour.

"We don't know when he will come back yet. But don't worry, God will bless him and our soldiers." Wilson held back the bitterness in his heart and comforted him.

God bless him.

Mary repeated it silently in her heart, but she couldn't give herself much comfort.After taking the medicine, she lay on the pillow like a lost soul, with only Heathcliff in her mind.

The wound on his head hasn't healed yet, why did he go to the battlefield again?And she had questions for him.The bed board of the hospital bed was not particularly comfortable, and Mary was lying in a very uncomfortable state. For a while, she wondered when Heathcliff would be back, and when she would be able to recover, so that she could return to work as soon as possible.

Since this raid caused a lot of damage to the Sacred Heart Hospital, in order to appease everyone's emotions, the Royal Army Headquarters immediately dispatched various resources to them, and almost everyone was given a small piece of chocolate that is usually specially supplied to the chief.

Mary put the chocolate into her mouth, but it was bitter and astringent, very unpalatable, not at all as sweet as the piece Heathcliff gave her at first.So she gave the remaining half of her lack of interest to others.

Mary lay motionless on the hospital bed for three days. On the fourth morning, she finally couldn't bear it any longer. She lifted off the white sheet, ran to the dressing room to change back to her work apron, and demanded to return to work immediately.Wilson disagreed at first, arguing that Mary should rest for at least two more days.But Mary was always stubborn, so half an hour later, the soldiers saw her busy figure in the dressing room again.

"Don't worry, your arm will return to normal in a short time." Mary comforted the soldier while changing the dressing. "The wound has begun to heal, as long as you don't exercise strenuously and take the medicine on time."

"Leave Ward No. [-] to me. I am very familiar with the patients there, and I understand their injuries better."

"Anti-inflammatory agent? I know this, I'm very good at this, let me do it. I can also send it to the ward area after I adjust it, and check their wounds by the way."

"..."

Mary was trying to keep herself as busy as possible, because only when she was too busy to spare time could she stop thinking about Heathcliff.She said from a soldier who was newly sent to the hospital that the enemy's attack was very fierce this time, and the soldiers on the front line suffered heavy casualties.

Therefore, whenever a new wounded person was brought in, Mary was very nervous, for fear of seeing a bloody Heathcliff.

She was also worried that he would never come to the hospital, because those soldiers who died directly on the battlefield would be buried directly.In order not to frequently think about the cruel question of whether Heathcliff is still alive, Mary has a full schedule of her own.

As soon as she opened her eyes in the morning, she rushed to the ward area to check the conditions of the wounded. She refused to rest at noon, but dispensed medicine in the pharmacy. She was busy from morning to night, and she was unwilling to stop for a minute.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed.Mary has been wild since she was a child, lively and active, and she likes to lead the little white horse around when she has nothing to do.Therefore, her body is strong and her resilience is good, and her resistance has also become stronger in recent years, so even after half a month of being busy like a spinning top, except for her dark eyes and slightly pale complexion, her mental power is still strong. Tossed between the wounded and the operating room.

She was a doctor, a nurse, and occasionally a listening priest.

"A new casualty, Dr. Mary."

"Here we go." Mary put down the kettle, brushed back her loose hair, washed her hands, and hurried to the operating room.

In the operating room, a thin figure was lying dying on the operating table. Mary took a look and guessed that this young man was no more than 16 years old.Around his neck was a blood-stained cross, his hair was withered, his expression was languid, and there was a bloody hole in his stomach.

"Get the chlorine/form ready," Mary said to the assistant, and began to remove the shirt of the young soldier.He bled a lot, and his clothes were stuck together with the dried blood, so Mary had to find a pair of scissors again, and cut his clothes off so that the wound could be stitched up later.With the help of scissors, she peeled off the soldier's military jacket bit by bit and threw it on the table beside her.

Suddenly, there was a "click." Something fell out of the coat.

Mary looked around, and found that the "Bible" she had given to Heathcliff was lying quietly on the ground, half-open, and the slightly yellowish paper was stained with blood.Some are bright red, freshly stained, and some have turned brown, showing the appearance of dried blood.

Flender had told her that Heathcliff treasured the Bible and never left it, and now...

Mary didn't dare to think about it.The muscles on her face trembled uncontrollably twice, and the hand holding the scalpel also began to tremble.

"Mary? Are you okay?" the assistant asked.

Mary averted her eyes, warning herself not to think, and adjusted her breathing to regain her composure.She couldn't panic at this time, this soldier who was like a child had to be operated on immediately, and the other doctors were all busy saving lives, and she was the only one here, so no matter what happened, she couldn't get confused.

Chloroform had worked, and the wounded soldier fell into a coma. Mary took a deep breath and took the time to clean his wound.This soldier is so young that it makes war all the more horrific.

It was not until the operation was completely over that Mary dared to look at the "Bible" tremblingly.She moved over slowly, squatted down, and picked it up with breath.

Mary remembered that the Bible was still falling apart on the day Heathcliff left, but it was now sewn together.The stitching is very ugly, twisted and crooked without any structure, but it is very dense, unless it is deliberately torn, otherwise it will never come apart this time.Mary opened it with trembling fingers, and found that every page was stained with blood, even the cowhide used for the cover had changed color due to the soaking in blood, and all the writing on it had become blurred.

There was no one in the operating room, and there was only the mixed smell of blood and disinfectant in the air.Mary squatted on the ground, resting her forehead on her Bible.She told herself that she had to learn a lesson, and don't think that Heathcliff is dead, maybe he is just right now in the barracks planning how to break through the enemy's fortress.She kept comforting herself like this, and clenched the books in her hand a little tighter.

Heathcliff was such a famous figure on the London battlefields that if he were dead we would not be ignorant of it.

But in order not to kill morale, they may also conceal his death.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. If he really died, no one would know about it.

But what if it's a good concealment?Half a month passed, and Heathcliff never showed up at the hospital. Could it be that he was not injured at all for such a long time?

Mary racked her brains to think of various reasons why Heathcliff was still alive, and then kept denying herself and overthrowing her assumptions.She's stuck in that weird, harrowing cycle again.

This cycle continued until the young soldier named William woke up.