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

"William Violet, Royal Army XI, am I right?" Mary stood in front of the hospital bed and checked the information with her medical records in hand.

"That's right, doctor." William is recovering well, and he is leaning on the pillow, drinking corn chowder with great appetite, "Doctor, have you seen my "Bible"? The black cover is on my clothes It is very important, please do tell me where it is."

Mary looked up, a little surprised, she didn't expect William to ask about the Bible first.

"I put it away for you." She hesitated, wanting to ask why this "Bible" was with him, but she dared not speak, for fear of hearing the worst news.

"That's good." William breathed a sigh of relief, his appetite improved, and he ate the white bread with raisins in his mouth.

"Is it yours?" Mary asked, the fingers holding the pen could not help but increase strength, the knuckles turned white, and the nerves tensed up.

"No, it's not. It belongs to my officer, Colonel Heathcliff, who is a very good man." William replied.

nice guy?Mary was a little surprised, it was the first time she heard someone use the word "good man" to describe Heathcliff.

"This is my first time on the battlefield." William continued, his tone revealing pride, "My mother and sisters actually don't want me to come, but I think I should come. I think..."

"Why is your officer's "Bible" here with you? Has something happened to him?" Mary couldn't help interrupting him, her brown eyes were fixed on William, and she felt that her forehead had begun to sweat up.

All the surrounding noises disappeared, and all of Mary's energy was concentrated on the sentences spoken by William.

"No, of course not. How could anything happen to Colonel Heathcliff? He is our god of war." William said in admiration, "I was injured a few days ago. Dying. I held the cross and kept praying to God. Then Colonel Heathcliff handed me this bible and told me to hold it and told me I was sure to be well. His medals are numerous and the enemy We are all terrified of him..."

William babbled, all of which were words of praise and admiration for his chief.Mary didn't hear what he said in detail after that, and her nerves were completely relaxed after hearing the words "No accident happened to Heathcliff".

The tense spirit of the past few days was finally relaxed, and she felt a little tired now.

Ever since she learned that Heathcliff was fine, Mary relaxed, and her usual smile appeared on her face.

Three days later, the long-lost news came from the front line. The soldiers won a complete victory. Prince Edward and the princess went to the barracks to personally award Heathcliff the First Class Contribution Medal, and held a celebration ceremony for him in the square of the Sacred Heart Hospital. He was also given a seven-day holiday.

On the day of the celebration ceremony, Mary got up earlier than any other day. She entrusted the head nurse to braid her beautiful braids, put on a uniform that was washed and cleaned, and even pinned a silver rose shaped like a rose to the neckline of her clothes. Brooch, with a touch of rouge.

"Doctor Mary, you look very beautiful today." The soldiers in the ward said to her.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the figure of Heathcliff finally appeared at the entrance of the Sacred Heart Hospital. There was not much joy on his face, and he was not at all excited when he received the medal—this is not surprising, after all, he has many medals. To countless.Surrounded by his subordinates, Heathcliff walked towards the kitchen, where roast goose, hot soup, and fine wine had been prepared.

Mary was squeezed into the crowd. She was not short, but she was submerged in a large group of men, so she was very inconspicuous.She stood on tiptoe, wanting to have a look at Heathcliff, but was blocked by crowds of heads.When she returned to the kitchen, she didn't see Heathcliff clearly, wondering how he was and whether he was injured.

The people around are celebrating with wine bottles filled with wine, the roast goose belly in the center of the table is stuffed with apples, and the whole kitchen is filled with a sweet atmosphere.

Suddenly Mary was a little angry, but she didn't understand why she was angry. Heathcliff came back and was safe and sound, so she should be happy.

"Let's toast the colonel again." The soldiers raised their glasses again.

Mary glanced at them with some irritability, and found that Heathcliff allowed them to fill up the wine for him, sitting far away at the other end of the long table, without even looking at her.So she got even more angry.Mary threw down the knife and fork without interest, and ran out of the kitchen dejectedly despite the calls of her friends behind her, forgetting to put on her shawl.

The yard was very deserted, quite different from the lively scene just now. A few sparrows landed on the ground, looking for crumbs of bread and grains.A gust of cold wind blew, and Mary rubbed her frozen hands by mistake, only to realize that she had just left her shawl in the kitchen.

So even more frustrated.She folded her arms and jumped up and down under the tree to warm her body for a while, feeling that she was more miserable than a sparrow looking for food on the ground.After a while, he pinched the tree trunk with his fingers and "cursed" Heathcliff in a low voice, his nose and face were frozen cold.

Suddenly, a warm coat fell on her shoulders from behind.

Marie was startled at first, and immediately dodged aside instinctively, so the coat inevitably fell to the ground.

Heathcliff looked at her, sighed helplessly, then knelt down to pick up the clothes, shook off the dust on them, and put them on Mary's shoulders again.

"Don't catch a cold," he said.

This coat was too big for Mary. The long hem fell to her calf, and the fluffy collar almost buried her head.There was a special cold smell on the jacket that belonged to the battlefield, and there was also a bit of smoke smell mixed in. It didn't smell that good, but the clothes were extraordinarily warm, and people could completely ignore this insignificant shortcoming.

This coat is so warm that it makes people think that they are not standing in the winter snow, but sitting next to a warm fireplace.Mary felt dazed, she took a breath, trying to clear herself up, but what came into her nostrils was the special smell of Heathcliff's coat.

"What are you doing out here?" Mary stretched out a hand to brush away the collar hair that flew to her chin, and asked sullenly.

But Heathcliff did not answer her question.

"There's something I have to tell you, Mary. I hope you won't be offended."

Mary looked up at him and motioned for him to say whatever he wanted, since he'd made himself angry so many times anyway.

"It's the Bible you gave me." Heathcliff paused for a moment, as if thinking about his words, and continued to explain slowly.

"I lent it to a kid for a while. We went through a very tough war the other day and he went into battle for the first time and was badly wounded and scared. So I handed him your Bible, I hope he can persevere. I hope you will not be angry about this matter without your consent."

Mary was surprised, she did not expect Heathcliff to apologize to her again because of her "Bible".

"He was sent to the hospital a few days ago. I think the "Bible" must still be on him. After the banquet is over, I will go to him to get it back." Heathcliff thought Mary was not happy when he saw that Mary didn't speak. Yes, quickly explain.

"I have the Bible here," said Mary, looking up at Heathcliff, at his dark eyes, his high nose, and the striking scar on his neck.

"William was my patient. He was badly wounded, but recovering well. He was a brave soldier."

"That kid." Heathcliff sighed, "he was only 15 years old, and he was sent to London for the first time on the battlefield. His father and three older brothers had all died in the battlefield, and only his mother and sister were left at home. .I promised his father that at least one of his sons would go back alive."

"He is very brave, God and Edward Jenner will bless him." Mary said, she thought of William's immature face, her nose was a little sore, "Perhaps, you can send him back early. I can explain his injury clearly." Seriously, so he can go home and not be considered a deserter. He's 15 years old, he doesn't belong on the battlefield at this age."

But Heathcliff shook his head. He gathered Mary's clothes to make her warmer, and then asked, "You didn't go back, Mary. That's why I was willing to lend him your Bible. We Your country will win because of you."

It was windy, and a strand of Mary's hair was blown to the corner of her mouth. Heathcliff stretched out his hand, tentatively, and slowly removed the strand of hair around her mouth.Mary didn't refuse.

This is Heathcliff's hand, she thought.

Rough, dry, with calluses on the pads of the five fingers, but warm, can make people feel at ease.

At Christmas Mary was full of questions, and she wanted to ask Heathcliff more about Catherine Earnshaw, and then about the Bible and pocket watches, and about Wuthering Heights.But now she suddenly felt that she had nothing to ask.

She thought she should trust him.

"I promised you to come back alive, Mary, and I did it without breaking my promise." Heathcliff looked down at her, his hands on her shoulders, his voice hoarse, "I know you can't help but care about Catherine Earnshaw .I don't ask you to ignore my past."

"I just hope that you allow me to protect you until the war is over. You can do whatever you want, and I will protect you."

It's snowing again, white snowflakes are flying all over the sky, the world has become white again, and even the bare trees have become holy.Although the celebratory dinner in the kitchen has lost its protagonist, everyone's interest is still high, and they are celebrating in advance for the victory in the near future.

Mary stretched her hands out of the warm coat, removed Heathcliff's hands from her shoulders, and took a slow step forward.