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

Mary waited quietly, waiting for him to wake up.She stretched out her hand and carefully traced his deep eyebrows and eyes with her fingers.There are obvious scars on his brow bone and neck, but it doesn't make his face look scary, but adds more vitality to him.

Noon was past and dusk was approaching, and Mary lit a candle, which she placed on the table by the bed, in order to brighten the room a little more.

"You said there would be no danger." She said to herself, lowering her head and fiddled with the ring on her hand, "You can't break your promise. But I don't think you will, Wilson said you just need to rest, so you can sleep for a long time One, he wants me to come see you tomorrow morning and promise you will be awake by then. But I don't want to go back."

"For God's sake, Mary, don't mention that man in front of me." Heathcliff opened his eyes and looked at Mary, his voice hoarse.

He grabbed Mary's wrist with his unhung hand, put it on his heart, and said with a smile, "It's not really dangerous, so I didn't break my promise."

"Heathcliff." Mary lay half on the hospital bed, bent over to look at him, she really didn't understand why this man was still laughing when he was hurt so badly.

"I think you know all about it," said Heathcliff, his eyes looking a little tired, but he was in good spirits. "You must have heard about the spoonbill."

"I know." Mary nodded, "I have asked those patients. They are the family members of the enemy. They were supposed to hide in spoonbills to escape the search and be sent back to their homes. But I didn't expect Major Byrd to Bring back the spoonbill too."

"That idiot." Heathcliff got angry when he mentioned Major Byrd, and couldn't help punching his fist on the hospital bed, but calmed down soon.

"This time it was my mistake," he said. "I didn't expect there to be women and children."

"They were injured, but no one died. We are rescuing them and contacting their country's ambassador. When they recover almost, they can go home." Mary comforted, in fact, she also knew It's not going to be easy to get these people home, even if they really did nothing in this war, "It's not your fault."

"Don't you think I'm vicious?" Heathcliff asked suddenly.

"You didn't know there were women and children in there," Mary emphasized, shaking his hand.

"No, I mean, if there are really plans to attack our enemies there, and I want to burn them alive, will you think I'm vicious?" Heathcliff continued to ask, "Mary, you see now, I am Are you afraid of such a person?"

"I believe that every decision and command you make has a reason." Mary avoided the white gauze and leaned down a little closer to him.

"Besides, you also said that if there are really people who want to attack us inside, we can only kill them. No one knows what will happen to the spoonbill after it is opened. You can only do this, otherwise the dead will be We. Heathcliff, I am not a child any more, this is war, I understand. There are times when no mercy is needed here."

"Aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid of me?" Heathcliff became a mother-in-law, asking the same question repeatedly.

Mary sighed, and without answering, she brought them closer together, and kissed him.

Heathcliff's brain paused for a second, and then immediately took the initiative.He pressed the back of Mary's head with his uninjured hand, and made her lie on his chest.

The kiss was long and restrained.

The candlelight at the bedside swayed from side to side, making the dark room shine brightly.

The hospital is fully staffed, and there is only one task left for Mary, which is Heathcliff's attending doctor and exclusive nurse.She knew he was seriously injured, but both Heathcliff and Wilson told her: nothing serious.It wasn't until she helped him change his dressing for the first time that she realized that both of them were the biggest liars in the world.

Heathcliff's left arm and back were badly injured, and even after the operation, it was bloody red, mixed with brown-yellow medicine powder, which looked very frightening.In addition to the burns, his arm was scratched by something during the firefighting process, and it received ten stitches. The scar lay on his arm like a multi-legged centipede with teeth and claws.

This is also called no serious problem! !

"Compared with those who have passed away, it is indeed nothing serious," said Heathcliff, drawing Mary to him and forcing her to sit on his lap, "I think I am almost well, we When will you go home? Your family must miss you very much."

"No. You have to lie down for another half a month at least." Mary said without doubt.

Heathcliff's recovery speed was indeed astonishingly fast, and he was able to move freely within a few days after changing the dressing.The weather had completely warmed up. He was wearing a white shirt and a military uniform over his shoulders. He was leaning on the pillars in the corridor in the yard, causing the young nurses who passed him to look back at him quietly.

"Don't look, he belongs to Dr. Mary, and Dr. Mary has already agreed to his marriage proposal." Two nurses lowered their heads and muttered as they passed by the corridor, and couldn't help but glance back secretly.

Heathcliff didn't pay attention to what they were talking about. It was the first time he felt that spring was so beautiful. The open space in the middle of the yard still had the traces of the flames from the previous day, but there was fresh green in the gaps between the stone bricks under the porch. Many people came out of the ward to enjoy the bright sunshine after the war.

"We still need to go to the palace for a celebration dinner before we go home." Mary walked over with a sealed letter, "I have received an invitation. I said, this dinner should be the same as the one you were invited to." Right?" Mary was a little distressed, she never liked these boring banquets.

Heathcliff took a look at the letter and nodded, "It's the same scene."

Mary breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't want to go to such a dinner party, at least she had company, and it wasn't too bad.

"People in the palace like to do such boring things." Heathcliff was also tired. "I wanted to take you hunting that day. Maybe we can find a way to decline this invitation."

"Hunting?" Mary immediately raised her eyebrows, "No, you can't hunt yet. I've decided to go to the banquet!"

As the day of the palace celebration banquet approached, Heathcliff's injury finally healed.During this period of time, Mary was very busy. Apart from taking care of Heathcliff's injury, she also had to prepare for the celebration banquet.

What style of dress should be worn at the banquet, what kind of jewelry to match, whether to wear a fan, all kinds of trivial matters made her anxious.

God, she'd rather go to the lab and do a few more complicated experiments than worry about whether to have a bow or a ruffle on the dress.

Fortunately, there are many young nurses in the hospital who are very knowledgeable, so they helped her a lot, and Mary even wanted to entrust all these tasks to them.

But Heathcliff expressed strong opposition.He didn't know what happened to his nerves, and he suddenly paid special attention to the clothes for this dinner. As soon as he was allowed to leave the hospital, he took Mary to all the tailors in London.Even thought of going to Birmingham and Liverpool.

"For God's sake, don't squeeze my breasts like two cauliflowers, please." Standing in front of the fitting mirror, Mary twisted her body uncomfortably.

"But Miss Bennet, this is our most popular style this year." said Mrs. Rand, who runs a 200-year-old tailor shop and is the most popular tailor in London.

She is 53 years old, but she is still able to see and hear, and even three young girls put together cannot compare with her when it comes to sewing.

But today she faced the biggest challenge of her tailoring career.This Miss Bennet was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, and also the strangest guest.

Mrs. Land had served quite a few difficult clients, so when Mary came in she was confident that she would be able to find a satisfactory dress for her in less than half an hour at the most.But three hours later, they still have no results.Mary was a well-mannered girl and very sweet, so Mrs. Land was not offended by the constant negatives.

What's more, the gentleman who pushed the door in with Mary - she thought he should be the fiancé of this Miss Bennet, because they were a perfect match when they stood together, and he was the most generous person she had ever seen. Ordered every dress Mary tried on and left a generous tip.

"Perhaps you can try that one," said Heathcliff, pointing to a light blue dress with a little ruffle at the cuffs.

This skirt does not have so many intricate patterns and layers of lace like other skirts, only a few broken diamonds are inlaid on the shoulders, and it is made of satin material with beautiful dark patterns on it.

"I think I'm fine with this one, as long as it doesn't squeeze my breasts like this, the ribs I had for lunch are almost squeezed out." Mary was exhausted, but she was actually very happy with these dresses, as long as Mrs. Land could be kinder to her boobs.

But as soon as Heathcliff saw her frown, he immediately asked to try another one. She had already tried on countless skirts today.

"I think this set is very suitable for you." Heathcliff insisted.

"This is French material, and the diamonds on it come from the Premier Mine." Before Mary could refuse again, Mrs. Rand immediately picked up the skirt and pushed Mary to the dressing room.

"Heathcliff, I promise this is the last dress I will try today." Mary dragged her exhausted body out of the fitting room, swore swearingly, and threatened, "If you are not satisfied, find someone else." The woman in the house will go to the celebration banquet with you."

"I promise this is the last dress you tried, and every dress you tried before is very beautiful, so I will buy them all." Heathcliff was originally sitting on the sofa in the shop, with his arms outstretched , on the back of the sofa.But when Mary came out, his body suddenly leaned forward a little, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"It's beautiful, Mary."

I have to admit that this skirt is much better looking than the previous ones.Although it is not the most popular style in London at the moment, it cannot be denied its beauty.

There is only a ribbon at the waist instead of exaggerated bows. The skirt just falls on the ground, and a little toe of the shoe will be exposed when walking, which will not affect the movement.

Mrs. Rand breathed a sigh of relief. She had finally found the right dress for this eccentric guest.

Mary also breathed a sigh of relief that she finally didn't have to try on dresses anymore.She felt a little unfair that Heathcliff only needed to wear a military uniform to attend the celebration banquet, but she couldn't wear the apron and hat she wore in the hospital.What kind of thing is this? She felt that Heathcliff should also have a taste of changing a dozen sets of skirts in a day.

"I have a present for you." Heathcliff said suddenly.He stood up and walked behind Mary, and they looked at each other through the mirror.Mrs. Land tactfully went up to the second floor.

"Close your eyes."

Mary closed her eyes obediently, and then she felt a chill on her neck, and a cold, hard object fell on her neck.

"Now you may open your eyes," said Heathcliff.

Mary opened her eyes and found that there was a necklace made of rubies around her neck. A total of nine red gems were arranged in turn on the platinum chain. The middle one was different from the other eight in that it was slightly larger than them and had a luster. It is more pure, and no impurities can be seen.

"I saw it in Birmingham and thought it would look good on you, so I bought it."

"Birmingham?" Mary asked suspiciously, "but we haven't gone to Birmingham yet?"

"It happened when you went to school in Lowood." Heathcliff rarely showed embarrassment.

"I happened to see it, but I didn't expect it to be given to you."

He passed by the jewelry store by accident and saw the necklace in the window. At that time, he thought that Mary would suit it very well, so he bought it without thinking.But then he thought he was crazy to spend £1000 on a necklace that he would never give away in his life.

However, now that this necklace was actually worn around Mary's neck, he felt incredible.

On the third day after the celebration feast ended on Good Friday, the skirts of the women rubbed against each other, and the ballroom was filled with the smell of barbecue and various spice powders.

The king was very old, but he had a very young queen who looked about Mary's age.The noble ladies treated her respectfully on the surface, but they laughed at her humble background and shallow knowledge in private.She looked completely ignorant of politics, thinking it was just an ordinary court dinner.The king is not interested in dancing, and is all about the wine in front of her. She looks for someone who can dance with her in the middle of the dance floor, or dances alone.

Mary took Heathcliff's arm and stepped onto the dance floor. This was not the first time they had appeared at the same ball, but it was the first time they danced together.Mary thought that Heathcliff must not be good at dancing, and she was ready to be stepped on by him, but she didn't expect that his dance steps were as good as anyone present.

Mary's right hand is held by Heathcliff's left hand, his right hand is holding her waist, and she is holding his shoulder.They spin slowly in the middle of the dance floor, seeing each other's reflection in each other's eyes.

The violin played Schubert's dance music, and Mary slid on the dance floor with Heathcliff. They clasped their fingers together, feeling the warmth of each other's palms and the sound of snorting.

Countless candles were lit on the dance floor, illuminating the ballroom as if it were daytime, and everyone's shadows were projected on the ground. The tall buns of women, the skirts of gentlemen's clothes, and the champagne on the waiter's tray were all reflected on the yellow marble On the floor, they are intertwined, as if there is a bustling world underground.

Mary's skirt was very thin, so she could clearly feel Heathcliff's hand on her waist.That hand was dry and hot, like a flame, burning her on the dance floor.He held her close to keep her from colliding with others on the crowded dance floor.He was very restrained, and he didn't do anything other than put his hands on her waist.

Halfway through the ball, the king felt exhausted, waved his hands to let the guests enjoy themselves, and then hastily left the table with the help of his attendants.The court ball is always very long, and the nobles who have nothing to do all day can even dance until the sun rises, and then go back to the velvet quilt with a yawn.

"Miss Bennet, the queen is waiting for you in the tea room." A gorgeously dressed maid pulled Mary aside with her skirt.

"Queen?" Mary was a little surprised.

"You shouldn't keep the queen waiting." The maid didn't say much.

Mary didn't know why the young queen had summoned such an ordinary visitor as her, but she obviously had no reason or right to refuse the invitation.She glanced at Heathcliff, nodded to him, asked him to wait in the ballroom, and followed the maid to the tearoom.

The tea room was equally resplendent, with a Henry VI tea table next to the fireplace, a carpet embroidered with roses and hyacinths on the floor, and a crystal chandelier with white candles hanging from the roof.

The young queen still had the blush from the dance just now on her face, her exposed breasts undulated slightly, and even the sapphire necklace trembled slightly, the rose red skirt was piled up with layers of lace, and the carpet overlap together.

"There are only two of us here, you can relax." She asked the maid to pour two cups of tea, and ordered them to back out, closing the door by the way.

The teahouse is far away from the dance floor of the celebration banquet, so it is very quiet, and no noise from outside can be heard at all.

"You must be wondering why I summoned you." The little queen added some milk to her tea and stirred it slowly with a small silver spoon. "I don't mean any harm. Don't be nervous." She smiled friendly.

"I heard you work as a doctor at Sacred Heart Hospital, is that true?" she asked.

"That's right." Mary was a little embarrassed, she felt that the young queen was not the same as at the ball.

"That's great." The little queen said enviously, "I mean, I admire you very much, and I envy you very much."

Mary thought there was something wrong with her ears.

"Isn't that so?" the little queen continued. "You are a woman, but you have your own career and dreams, and you have realized them. Isn't that worthy of people's praise and admiration?"

"I'm doing what I want to do, and to be honest, it's not easy, or, in fact, very difficult." Mary gradually relaxed.

"That's why I admire you." The little queen said, she took off the heavy crown on her head and put it on the chair casually, "When I was young, I wanted to be a banker, like the Medici Same. But my father wants me to marry the king and be queen of England."

Mary suddenly didn't know what to say, she was not good at comforting others.

"My father said that we don't need any female bankers in our family, just a beautiful vase in the king's bedroom."

"I'm that vase. But I don't resent my father. I'm happy to contribute to the family."

"In order not to make the king suspicious, I can't participate in any conversations about politics and economics, and I can't read these books. I just need to dance and dress myself. So I really envy you."

The little queen lowered her eyes and was a little sad, but she quickly adjusted her emotions and smiled, "I have a gift for you."

She took out a thin letter and placed it in front of Mary, with some expectation in her eyes, "Open it, open it now."

Mary scraped off the wax with a jam knife, and a piece of delicate letter paper with a cross on it fell out.

Dear Miss Mary Bennet:

We cordially invite you to teach at the London Medical University this June.

Durance Durant

"This...Your Highness, I don't quite understand what this means." Mary was a little at a loss, and went to teach at the university?But she didn't even go to college.

"That's what it means on the letter paper." The little queen smiled, "I originally wanted to send you to be a student, but you have been working in the Sacred Heart Hospital for so long, and being a student would be overqualified, so I simply let you become a teacher. You are a person with practical combat experience."

"Your Highness, my ability is not enough." Mary said, this was not because she was underestimating herself, but a fact.She had indeed been a doctor during the war, but compared with a real teacher, she still lacked.

"Don't worry. You will start as a faculty assistant first, you won't be very busy, and you can take any courses you want in your spare time."

"Your Highness, why, why did you do this for me?" Mary had mixed feelings, and her hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

"No, I'm not helping you. I'm helping myself." The little queen drank the tea and took back the crown on the chair. "You're going to study in college with my dream. I think , when a girl wants to become a banker or a doctor in the future, she can have a hope."

"I will bring them hope." Mary repacked the invitation letter into the envelope and put it in her pocket. She looked up at the young Queen of England, "You are also their hope."

When she came out of the teahouse, Mary still felt a little unreal. She touched the envelope in her pocket, and the smooth texture of the high-quality parchment ran across her palm.

"The queen won't make things difficult for you, will she?" Heathcliff immediately went up to Mary after seeing her.

"No, no." Mary smiled, and glanced at the queen who had left the teahouse early and returned to the ball. She was back to her previous appearance and was dancing with a young non-commissioned officer. "In fact, Her Royal Highness is a A woman who deserves respect from any of us."