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

Heathcliff held a thick stack of documents sent by the adjutant in his hand, with a dignified expression.

According to the data, Emily Collins stayed in London and Birmingham for a period of time after escaping from Duke John's Mansion. When she left the Duke's Mansion, she should have brought a lot of money with her, but she quickly squandered it all, so she began to wander.

Until a long time after the war broke out, she accidentally met a man in a tavern, so she repeated the same mistakes and became the mistress of that man again.

But the man didn't seem to take her in because he wanted her to be his mistress. After all, Emily was already haggard and without any beauty at that time.There are other uses for a man to take her in.Heathcliff replaced Emily with his cronies, who would report to him every day on Emily's recovery and every word and deed.

"Ms. Collins' injury recovery is very slow and often repeated. Normally, she would have been discharged from the hospital yesterday, but her wound has not healed for a long time."

"Who is her attending physician now?" asked Heathcliff.

"It's Dr. Davis. Dr. Davis has always attached great importance to these transferred patients from Tulip Hospital. When Dr. Mary was attending Ms. Collins, Dr. Davis also paid attention to her from time to time."

"How is their relationship?"

"Very..." The confidant thought for a while, carefully looking for a suitable word in his mind, "Very intimate. But it was one-sided. Ms. Collins was very dependent on Dr. Davis, but Dr. Davis treated her as well as others. Transfer patients are nothing special."

"Ms. Collins is unusual." The aide continued to report, "She has a lot of questions, and often asks the doctor or nurse who changed her medicine about the situation in the hospital. How many wounded are there? How many doctors, and whether the medicine is sufficient. She also She often likes to wander around in the hospital. She is probably walking in the yard at this time."

"She is observing how many soldiers are on duty here." Heathcliff lowered his face and broke off the charcoal pencil in his hand.He rubbed his forehead and strode out.

Emily was slowly moving around the yard with her injured arm in her arms. Her back was hunched, her eyelids drooped, and she was running around like a mouse, not daring to look at the people around her.

"Walk?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Heathcliff's mouth. The snow on the ground has not yet melted, and the winter wind in London is biting. How could a patient with a wound that deteriorated repeatedly come out for a walk?And her attending doctor didn't even stop her.

It soon became clear that Dr. Davis and Emily met half a year ago, and both of them were collaborating with the enemy.Davis deliberately extended the recovery period of Emily's wound in order to allow her to stay in the Sacred Heart Hospital for a longer period of time. Davis wanted to use Emily to transport the newly developed vaccine to the enemy.

"I shouldn't have trusted that stupid woman." Davis was tied to a chair, his eyes were gloomy, and he was very different from his usual taciturn look.

"She will die too, right? Tell me, that woman will also be executed!" Davis gradually became irritable, with veins on his forehead. He never asked Emily to inquire about the situation of any hospital or check the terrain.He tried his best to get her to the Sacred Heart Hospital, but in fact, it was only Ai Mier used as a container to bring out the final research results of the vaccine.

But he never expected that Emily would be so stupid and act recklessly.In order to show off in front of her superiors, this woman asked the people around her about the situation without authorization, which aroused suspicion and exposed their identities.

The people from the military court came, and they took away Davis, who was the core figure in the spy team and needed multiple trials.Emily's sentencing process was much simpler. She was decided by the military court to be hanged in the central square at twelve o'clock this Thursday morning.

Thursday coincided with the end of Mary's observation period.

Heathcliff did not miss the appointment, and he showed up at the door of the observation room on time at eight o'clock on Thursday morning.Mary found that he was a little more haggard than seven days ago, and his eyes revealed exhaustion. Instead, he looked more like an experimental subject who had been locked up for seven days.

Their experiment was very successful. If nothing else happens, the first batch of vaccines will be delivered to various hospitals in London in a month's time.

"Why do you look ten years older? If you become ugly, I will ignore you." Mary walked to Heathcliff, put her arms around his waist, and looked up at him.

Heathcliff lowered his head and looked into Mary's eyes. He felt that the girl was somewhat heartless.The seven days were so difficult, and the other experimental subjects were all looking sluggish, yet she could still laugh.He hoped that she would not pretend to be so strong, he would rather she lie in his arms and cry.

"But you are still very beautiful." Heathcliff touched Mary's obviously thinner face, feeling distressed.

Mary smiled smugly, she didn't know what she was like now.

"Perhaps you have heard in the observation room that Emily Collins will be hanged in the central square at noon today. The court-martial did not hold Bennet accountable. You can rest assured." Heathcliff said The girl in her arms hugged a little tighter, until she felt the bones on her body, and then said softly, "Mary, now you can rest assured that no one will hurt you and your family."

"I want to go to the central square to see her." Mary said, she was lying in Heathcliff's arms, wrapped in his coat, even the biting cold wind could not hurt her.

"Dead people are ugly, Mary."

"Heathcliff, I must see her die with my own eyes, so that I can be completely at ease." Mary shrank into his arms again, rubbing her head against his chest, but her tone became more determined, "I must go to see Collins .”

"Go back and change your clothes and rest for a while. The execution time is twelve o'clock in the noon. I will take you there on horseback." Heathcliff sighed, he could never refuse her request.

If it wasn't for someone's help to identify her, Mary wouldn't have recognized the woman on the execution ground as Emily—they had clearly met each other a few days ago.

She is thinner and older than when they met before, her hair is so thin that it is difficult to tie it up, and she has faintly gray hair.In the cold winter, she only wore a thin tattered gray skirt, no shoes, and her calves were exposed, covered with whip marks.She was being held by two soldiers, and she staggered towards the gallows with ropes in her hands.The citizens who came to watch the execution uttered a series of curses, cursing the woman who had betrayed Britain.

No one prayed for her.No one saw her off.

The citizens shook their fists angrily, thinking that she would be too cheap simply to hang her.They pushed and crowded each other, and they all wanted to rush forward and beat Emily up first.

Heathcliff took Mary to a corner, blocked the crowd with his body, and isolated a small world for her.He didn't try to persuade her to go back, and he didn't say anything about "death punishment is not good". Instead, he put a palm on her back to give her support and strength.

Emily probably lost her sanity, she kept shouting strange words such as "system", "space", "save me", but no one showed up.

Her voice was soft and pleasant at first, but now it was sharp and piercing, like a knife slicing across glass.The soldier escorting her couldn't bear the torture of this sound, so he stepped forward and slapped her severely.

Ai Mier lost her balance and fell to the ground. She coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood, with a yellow tooth inside.Before she recovered, the soldier grabbed her by the collar and picked her up again, cursing and dragging her to the gallows.

When she was standing under the gallows, Ai Mier suddenly became sober.She started looking for people she knew, and soon she saw Mary, and she begged loudly, asking Mary to help her to let her go.But the scene was very noisy, everyone could only see her mouth opening and closing, they didn't know what she was talking about, and no one cared what she said.

The person in charge of the execution was a lame man about 40 years old. His whole family died in the war, so he hated the enemy especially, and hated the traitors even more.He grabbed Emily by the neck, brought her to the wooden board, and without hesitation hung the rope that was as thick as a girl's wrist around her neck.

Ai Mier's whole body was shaking violently, her teeth chattered up and down, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Why?Why did things become like this?Shouldn't she be the heroine?Why was he sent to the gallows?

"System, system, save me, please save me." Emily shouted hoarsely, pinning her last hope on the system.Although it hasn't been seen for a long time.

"For God's sake, system, show up and save me." She continued to cry, with tears and snot all over her face, which made her already ugly face even uglier, making her face even more ugly. People think that looking at it more than once will dirty their soul.

"System, system, help me." Ai Mier continued to shout.

However, the system did not appear in the end.

The system didn't show up until she was hoisted up with her feet in the air.

Ai Mier had a hemp rope hanging around her neck, and her body was suspended in the air, struggling weakly.The rough rope frayed the skin on her neck, and the suffocation gradually became stronger, and her lips and face began to turn blue-purple.

Suddenly, she vaguely remembered the phrase "do one good thing every day" that the system often talks about. She seemed to suddenly understand something, so she began to call out in her heart, but it was too late.Instead of hearing the system's chattering thoughts, she saw a man wearing a black cloak and a hood.The hood concealed his features, revealing only a perfect chin, and a pair of huge wings spread from his back.

Lucifer showed a sinister smile, floating above the gallows.Emily's eyes were already bloodshot, and she let out a few indistinct screams from her throat, and heard a faint voice: "Come to hell, and you will never be reborn."

Mary stood calmly at the foot of the scaffold, unlike the crowd who felt the excitement of the execution of a traitor, nor the terror of witnessing the end of her life.She saw Lucifer take Emily's soul away, then glanced at her meaningfully, and opened her mouth, Mary knew he was saying: as you wish.

Emily died, she was not happy, but she really relaxed, and the things she worried about all these years were finally resolved.She felt her soul liberated, and the stone in her heart fell to the ground.

Emily is dead.The corpse fell on the rope and swayed left and right in the cold wind. The onlookers had seen enough excitement and greeted each other to go home. No one wanted to take another look at this woman.

The end of this protracted war was somewhat unexpected. It may be that the national power of both sides could no longer withstand the consumption of arms, or it may be that Jehovah did not want to let innocent people suffer.

On a morning when green branches began to sprout, the enemy announced their surrender.

Mary couldn't believe the news at first, reacting for a few seconds, and didn't realize that the dreaded day was really over until she saw her colleagues start popping champagne to celebrate.

"Cheers to England!" The assistant handed a glass full of foaming champagne. Mary took a sip and went to the crowd to listen to how the enemy surrendered, how we won, and how Heathcliff Once again made military exploits.After drinking a glass of champagne, Mary knew that the long-awaited light had finally arrived.

British soldiers chanted Long Live the King and rushed to the fortress that was left behind by the enemy. They opened champagne and wine, cheese and butter piled up on the table, and everyone toasted tirelessly over and over again.

"Long live the king." Major Byrd held up a broadsword with a golden handle, and led his detachment into a delicate building left by the enemy.

"This is the villa of the enemy general." Major Byrd shouted, "Now it belongs to us, no, it belongs to us, because it grew on the land of England." He opened a camphor box and found that it was All kinds of fine silverware.

A complete set of rose-patterned jugs, a sterling silver cross the size of an adult man's palm, a silver cigarette case inlaid with emeralds, and a Roman broadsword are all piled up in a disorderly manner, presumably because the enemy retreated too hastily and forgot belt.

"Look what I found?" a young soldier exclaimed excitedly, and with the help of several comrades, he struggled to push a huge object covered with a white cloth into the ballroom on the first floor.

"It's a spoonbill, a giant spoonbill, made of silver and all kinds of pretty things, it's so pretty, isn't it?" the soldier pulled off the white cloth, and shouted to those around him.

"Nice job, lad." Major Byrd patted the soldier's shoulder approvingly. "The enemy must have put a lot of thought into it, but now it's ours. I think we can give it to Colonel Heathcliff." , no, it should be the Commodore now, and we should give it to Commodore Heathcliff as a wedding present. Dr. Mary must like it too."

"Should I give you a gift to celebrate your promotion to brigadier general?" Mary wrote a letter to her family while holding a new pen in the dressing room, telling her family that she would wait for the hospital's celebration party and aftermath work to be completed. Can go home, while asking Heathcliff teasingly.

Three days earlier he had been made brigadier general, the youngest general in the entire English Empire in centuries.

"For me, this is not something worth celebrating." Heathcliff sat opposite Mary, with two shirt buttons unbuttoned, leaning on the chair quilt with a lazy expression.

When the war was finally over and Britain was victorious again, he was not happy but tired.For the first time, he discovered that he was also a peace-loving person.

A few days ago, Heathcliff received a letter from the king's palace, inviting him to the palace to serve as the head of the royal guard.But Heathcliff refused without even thinking about it, and even threw the invitation letter into the trash can after the ambassador who delivered the letter left.

Mary was stunned as she watched from the side, afraid that the ambassador in red would find out Heathcliff's actions and charge him with disrespect to the king.Fortunately, the ambassador should be an old acquaintance with him, and he had expected such a result long ago, so after being rejected, he was not surprised, drank a cup of black tea with milk, took his hat and left.Before leaving, I did not forget to say that the palace will hold a grand celebration dinner for the English soldiers, and all the generals will attend.

Heathcliff's face turned dark because it was a dinner party he had to go to.

"Have you considered the matter of the Chief of the Royal Guard? Are you really not going? This is the second time Prince James has invited you." Mary asked casually, her mind was on how to explain her relationship with Heathcliff to her family. Haven't even mentioned him to them yet.

Will they accept him?Especially the mother, would she accept a person who fights on the battlefield and is treacherous in business?

"Trust me, Chief of the Royal Guards is the most boring job in the world. It's unbearable enough for me to go to a palace dinner. I'd rather go hunting in the pastures of Hertford."

Heathcliff showed a bit of boredom, he took off the medals on his clothes indifferently, threw them on the table, and said in a disdainful tone, "They are all useless things."

The dozens of badges that symbolized supreme honor and brilliance were pitifully smashed onto the table, making tinkling noises, and another one fell to the ground and rolled to nowhere.

"You should keep them more or less." Mary put down her pen and squatted on the ground looking for the missing medal. "I can find a box and put them in."

"If you want to keep them, you can keep them." Heathcliff spread his hands indifferently, and knelt down to help Mary find them together. "Although they are useless, at least they can be used as toys for our children in the future."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mary touched the medal from behind the curtain, and said angrily, she threw it into Heathcliff's arms, turned her back, her face flushed slightly.

"The soldiers are asking, when will I propose to you?" Heathcliff put the medal in his pocket, walked around in front of Mary, and refused to let her go back to the chair, looking like a rascal, "I think this problem It’s very meaningful, so I thought about it for a long time.”

"I didn't promise to marry you." Mary blushed even more, and she turned her back again, her heart pounding.

So Heathcliff came around to her again, and pressed her shoulders, so that she had nowhere to escape, and the expression on his face became serious and serious.

"I thought about this question for a long time, and I didn't come up with the answer until this morning."

"It's now."

Heathcliff held Mary's right hand, knelt down on one knee, took out a small lacquered wooden box inlaid with pearls, and opened it.A ruby ​​ring lay quietly on the black velvet, and there was a circle of primitive patterns on the ring.

His dark eyes, hot and sincere, could lift the Rhine out of its bed, and they were fixed on Mary's delicate, ruddy face.

"I've considered many places to propose to you, Mary. Like Hertford, where we first met. Or on a boat on the Thames, where some young soldiers told me their sisters were killed. Marriage proposal. I thought about it for a long time, but in the end I chose this place."

Heathcliff's calm tone gradually became eager, full of anticipation and longing.He paused, held Mary's hand tightly, and continued: "Mary, I survived and fulfilled my promise. So I want to know if you are willing to marry me."

Mary's fingertips trembled a little—in fact, it might have been Heathcliff who was trembling. She knew that this would happen sooner or later, and she was prepared for it, but she still couldn't help being nervous when it happened.This dressing room is located at the corner of the second floor, so it is very quiet, and Mary can almost hear the sound of her heart beating violently.

The hand held by Heathcliff was slightly sweating, but the empty one became cold due to tension. This feeling of ice and fire was not pleasant, like being between Skadi and Sur torn.A strange phenomenon appeared, Mary was so tense that her body was thrown between ice and fire, only her mind was detached from it, she was extremely calm.

The moment came sooner or later, and it is happening now.

What else is there to be nervous about?I am not going to him, but we are coming back to each other.

Mary took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and calmed herself down. She closed her eyes, looked into Heathcliff's eyes, and said, "I am willing."

Heathcliff suddenly increased the strength in his hand and held her hand tightly, black flames burst out from his eyes, and even his breathing began to become short of breath.Then he took out the ring and, slowly and reverently, put it on the middle finger of Mary's right hand.

He will never let go of this hand again.

Mary felt the cold metal slide over her knuckles, her senses were infinitely magnified at this moment, and she could clearly feel all the patterns of the ring.The cold metal turned into a fiery iron, and both the pattern and Heathcliff were branded on her heart.

Spring is here, and the snow on the eaves all melts into water, dripping down, smashing into the soil, and giving birth to yellow-green shoots.The window was wiped so clean that it was impossible to imagine that it had seen war.

Each of Heathcliff's fingers has a small callus, which slides over Mary's delicate palm and fingers one by one, like a brush, scratching and stroking her heart.As the ring pushed forward on her finger, Mary's beating heart suddenly became calm.

Their souls finally returned to their bodies.

Under the refraction of the sun, the ruby ​​is very beautiful, and the blood that the angel wept is not as red as it.Heathcliff stood up and embraced Mary under the sunshine. He didn't kiss her this time, but just looked down at her brown eyes, long eyelashes, and her skin glowing in the sun.

my life, my soul.he thinks.

"Commander-General Heathcliff!"

The yard suddenly became noisy. Mary followed the sound and looked downstairs, and found that Major Byrd was walking in with his soldiers and countless trophies.

Each of them returned with a full load, either with a bag of well-crafted swords, or a handicraft inlaid with gems, and some of them used their hats as containers, filled with gold and silver coins.There were also soldiers carrying a few heavy boxes, and without opening it, they knew that there must be all kinds of jewelry and silverware inside.

"Commander, we have brought you and Dr. Mary a wedding present." Major Byrd said loudly in the yard. He was a little unsteady, holding a rum bottle in his hand. He seemed quite drunk. Otherwise, he would definitely not dare to speak to Heathcliff so loudly.

A gigantic thing was wheeled in, and Mary looked down the window and saw that it was a gigantic spoonbill, made of silver and lapis lazuli and agate, with two emeralds for its eyes.

It is about three meters high, and it doesn't look small even in the spacious courtyard.Aside from the gemstones above, this is also a priceless handicraft. Spoonbills are animals that the enemy loves.

The feathers sculpted from silver and the beak inlaid with agate continuously reflected the dazzling light in the sunlight. The huge spoonbill seemed to come alive, its wings fluttered faintly. It was not like a trophy, but more like a treasure The abyss of countless conspiracies.

Mary looked at this incredibly gorgeous handicraft, and suddenly felt a chill down her back.She felt that the green eyes of the spoonbill were staring at her, as if to stare her out of a hole.

"Brigadier, brigadier." Major Byrd was almost drunk and unconscious. Seeing that Heathcliff hadn't shown up for a long time, he simply yelled under Mary's window, "Doctor Mary, come and see what we gave you. Wedding gift, come down quickly."

"I'll go down and deal with this damned idiot, you wait here for me." Heathcliff glanced at Major Byrd and the spoonbill with a grim expression.

Mary didn't listen to him, she didn't want to be here, and her position, where she could see the cold green eyes of the spoonbill just by looking out the window, made her stomach sick.So she followed out.

If she just saw this spoonbill on the second floor and thought it was huge and gorgeous, then when Mary stood in the yard at the feet of this silver spoonbill, she felt a sense of oppression that she had never experienced before.

It should have belonged to the devil.

The thought flashed through Mary's mind.The yard was full of people, and everyone was looking up at this weird and gorgeous spoonbill.

"Mary, go back. Let the people in the kitchen cook some hangover potion, and I'll send these damned idiots to a court-martial." Heathcliff sighed slightly when he saw Mary following him, she was always so disobedient.

"Go back, Mary, don't look into the yard. Listen to me, just this once." He brushed up the broken hair at the temples for her, and said in an almost pleading tone.

"Are you in danger?" Mary asked.

"No." Heathcliff said, he smiled gently, with unimaginable tenderness in his eyes, "The war is over, I promise there will be no more danger."

Mary glanced at the spoonbill. She didn't know what was going to happen here, but she believed in Heathcliff.He said there would be no danger, so there must be no danger.

It wasn't until Mary's figure completely disappeared in the doorway that Heathcliff's expression returned to gloomy. He ordered a bucket of water to be fetched and poured it on the drunken Major Byrd from head to toe.

Although it was beginning of spring, the weather was still chilly. After being poured with cold water, Major Byrd regained a little sobriety.He wiped off the water droplets on his face with his sleeve, stood up staggeringly, and gave a military salute to Heathcliff: "Report to the brigadier general, this is the loot we seized from the enemy's mansion."

"Trophy?" Heathcliff's eyes flickered with ruthlessness, "If I remember correctly, Major Byrd, you graduated from the Royal Army School, right?"

"Report sir, that's it." Major Byrd was a little at a loss, he didn't understand why his chief stared at him so viciously.He had fought alongside Heathcliff and had seen what he looked like on the battlefield, so he was afraid.

"Well, did your teachers ever tell you a story about the bloody Trojan War?!" asked Heathcliff, grabbing Byrd by the collar and throwing him at the spoonbill's feet, Looking down at him, "It's hard for me to imagine how an idiot like you got into the position of major."

Major Byrd lay on the ground in a cold sweat, not because he was afraid of Heathcliff, but because he found himself bringing disaster.He scrambled to his feet, glanced at the resplendent spoonbill, and felt that countless sharp swords were aimed at him, at everyone in the Sacred Heart Hospital.

"Go get the firewood," said Heathcliff.

Bird was slightly taken aback, hesitant, "Brigadier General, there shouldn't be many of them, maybe we can..."

"You're right, Major Bird, there can't be many people in here." Heathcliff praised, but Bird became more nervous, knowing that he must have committed a stupid act again.

"But do you know what else they've got in this spoonbill? If you're willing to risk yourself alone, it might be a good idea to check it out for all of us. I'll pray to God that you A whole body can be left behind."

The firewood was brought in quickly, and Heathcliff ordered the soldiers to pile the firewood around the spoonbill and pour kerosene on it.Then he lit a torch, and when the wind died down, threw the torch on the wood.

The blazing flames immediately engulfed the magnificent spoonbill. At first, nothing strange happened. A few seconds later, the scream came from inside the spoonbill.

Then, at the position of the spoonbill's belly, a small door was opened, and a thin figure was pushed out.The figure fell to the ground, and unfortunately fell into the burning firewood again, letting out a series of heart-piercing screams.

Something is wrong.

The person who fell was not an enemy soldier, but a half-grown child.

Heathcliff's pupils shrank suddenly, and after saying "put out the fire", he rushed forward, ignoring the obstruction of the people around him, and carried the child out with his bare hands.His clothes were on fire, and the sleeves and hem were covered with orange flames.He rolled the child around on the ground a few times, the tongue of fire licked their skin, poured a bucket of water on them, and the fire on them was finally extinguished.

Dr. Wilson immediately ordered a stretcher to take them to the emergency room.But Heathcliff just put the child on the stretcher, turned around, picked up the bucket, and rushed to the spoonbill.His bare|exposed skin had already burst into flames, and the clothes on his back were scorched black.

He made a mistake.

Heathcliff thought that the enemy would hide soldiers in spoonbills like the Greeks, so he didn't hesitate to burn them to death.

This method was very inhumane, but he couldn't guarantee that there would be some other deadly thing hidden in the spoonbill's belly. In order to protect his soldiers, he could only choose to do this.But he didn't expect that children and women would be hidden inside.

He felt the skin on his arm burning, unlike when he was injured on the battlefield, the burn from the flames was more tormenting and cruel.He knew that there were enough people here, and the fire was not too big, so it would be extinguished soon.He could have put down the bucket and treated the wound, as Wilson said.

But he couldn't do it.This is something he himself has never thought of.Heathcliff never thought that he would risk his life to save the enemy's children and women. This incident sounds so incredible, it is more ridiculous than the comedy of the absurd.

But it happened, it really happened, it happened now.

He felt the pain in the injured part of his body was further intensifying, the burnt place on his arm was torn from the violent exercise, and because of inhaling too much smoke, his lungs began to have difficulty breathing, and his head gradually became dizzy.

When Mary learned that the fire broke out in the yard, she was trying her best to wait in front of the kitchen stove to make sober medicine. He knew that Heathcliff never liked the soldiers getting drunk when they were on duty, so he made the medicine very strong, and hoped that those unlucky ones would die. The soldiers were able to wake up quickly, and the province was sent to a military court.

But before the medicine was half finished, she found that the yard became extremely noisy, and the men were talking loudly and didn't know what they were talking about, as if they were in a hurry.Mary didn't take it too seriously. As Heathcliff said, the war was over and there would be no more danger. She believed him.

Until she smelled the smoke and found that the yard was on fire, she didn't pay much attention to it. The fire was small and regularly surrounded the captured spoonbill. Mary thought they were just destroying unnecessary things.

But she soon discovered that the doctors ran out with stretchers, and the soldiers began to fight the fire in panic, not the calm appearance she thought.So she ran out immediately.

Mary ran into the yard and found that the situation here was quite different from what she had imagined.People kept falling out of that gorgeous spoonbill, some fell to the ground, and some fell directly into the fire.Relying on the instinct of her limbs, she helped a woman who fell to the ground and injured her legs and feet, and took her to the hospital.

She found out it was a Dutch woman.Very embarrassed, but gorgeously dressed, there are some bruises on her well-maintained face, but it is not difficult to cover up her richness.

Why are there people who are enemies here?Mary felt a little puzzled, didn't it mean that the war was over?Why are there still enemies?Will there be any enemy soldiers here?Where is Heathcliff?

Mary handed the woman over to the nurse, and went back to the yard, looking for Heathcliff, but she never saw him.

She was a little scared.She doesn't want to live in the days of continuous war, and she doesn't want to be frightened every time she sees Heathcliff go to the battlefield.

She looked for the familiar figure in the panicked crowd, but she had to take those who fell at her feet to the infirmary. She found that these people were all women and children.

They were terrified, afraid and resistant to her help, and would rather run outside than enter the hospital.This filled the rescue with a lot of trouble.With the help of an assistant, Mary sent a struggling woman to the operating room, and when she returned to the yard again, she finally saw Heathcliff.

Heathcliff was carrying a bucket, his face was covered with dust, and his left arm was bleeding profusely. Every time he took a step, the blood dripped a little.

Mary thought at first that the blood was flowing from his injured arm, but when she got closer, she realized that the blood came from various parts of his body, and where he passed, he left bloody footprints.Mary had never seen Heathcliff so seriously injured, and she even thought that he was really an invulnerable mythical figure, as the soldiers said.She lost the literacy that a doctor should keep calm under any circumstances, and stood there in a daze.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the kitchen?" Heathcliff walked up to Mary, smiled, and continued, "Don't worry, nothing happened."

He reached out to help her wipe away the tears, but accidentally stained her face with blood, and the blood mixed with the tears flowed down and dripped on Mary's white petticoat, forming a dark red tear.

"I'll send you to treat the wound." Mary said, she took Heathcliff's arm and wanted to take him to the infirmary, but the next second Heathcliff fell into her arms.

"Don't worry, he