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

"We haven't found him yet. Mr. Darcy said my father was just fighting a fire on the west side of the village." Elizabeth's body trembled slightly.

The west side of the village is where the fire is most serious.

"Please take my sister home." Mary handed Elizabeth to Darcy, and ran to the west of the village without looking back.

Due to the direction of the wind, the damage to the villages in the west was even more severe. There was hardly a single intact house here, and even the water in the reservoir was steaming.

"Daddy," Mary called out, trying to stay calm.Along the way, everyone she saw was seriously injured, and some had lost the chance to breathe forever.

"Father." Mary raised her voice, shouting at the ruins and the rescued villagers, but no one responded to her.

I don't know how long it took, but a weak but familiar voice sounded, "My little Mary, is that you?"

Mr. Bennet was gray all over his body, and his hair was twisted together in a mess. He looked completely different from his usual elegant gentleman.He was struggling to move a piece of wood, trying to free the person under him.

"Dad!" Mary ran over as fast as she could and helped him move the wood.

The piece of wood was very heavy, and there were a few sharp nails on it. Mary's hand was pierced accidentally.But she didn't feel it, and continued to move the log with her father, just wanting to rescue the child under the log as soon as possible.

The surrounding villagers rushed here one after another, and brought various tools and medicines. With their help, the rescue operation went much smoother.The child under the log was also successfully rescued.

"I still have to work here for a while." Mr. Bennet handed his daughter a piece of gauze and asked her to bandage the wound first. "Mary, go back and tell my family that I'm fine, don't let them worry."

"I've already asked someone else to report the news." Mary skillfully disinfected her wounds. She loved riding horses since she was a child, and it was inevitable that she would bump into bumps, so she was very skilled in dealing with wounds. "I want to stay here, although I am not strong enough. Big, but I can bandage the wounded."

Mr. Bennet sighed. He knew that this daughter had always been stubborn, so he nodded in agreement. Moreover, there was indeed a need for someone to help treat the wound.

Before leaving the house, Mary deliberately brought some analgesics, which are very useful, not only can relieve pain, but also calm the emotions of the wounded, but they can't be used too much.Mary carefully distributed pain relievers to the villagers, and contributed her shawls and aprons to those who had lost their clothes and were shivering from the rain.

"No, you can't wipe his wound with this." Mary suddenly grabbed an old woman's wrist, who was holding a veil dipped in honey.

"Honey will make him better sooner," said the old woman, trying to free her wrist, but in vain.

"Honey will only speed up the infection of the wound." Mary took the handkerchief from the old woman's hand without a doubt, and handed over a clean and cool towel, "Use this to wipe the wound for him first." She did not treat the burn She didn't have much experience, so she didn't dare to get started, but at least she knew some basic common sense.

"Honey is my family's secret recipe. It is a gift from God." The old woman was very stubborn. Not only did she not accept the towel handed over by Mary, but she also wanted to reach out to grab the handkerchief that was covered with honey just now, but it was a pity.

Mary can't deal with burns, but is experienced with common skin injuries.She followed several women who had experience in treatment and several rural doctors, and worked all night, until the sky turned pale, and then she followed Mr. Bennet, who was also exhausted, back home.

"Thank God you're all right."

As soon as Mrs. Bennet saw that her husband and daughter had returned safely, she immediately crossed herself. Jane and Elizabeth were almost crying, and they also stayed up all night.

Mary wanted to rest for a few hours and continue to help in the afternoon, but she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and it was midnight when she opened her eyes again.

The bright moonlight leaked in through the gaps in the curtains, and Mary opened her eyes in a daze, feeling dizzy and her internal organs were burning.

"Izzy, Izzy." Mary pushed Elizabeth beside her. In order to avoid conflict with Emily, she slept in her sister's room in the morning.

Elizabeth, who had not slept deeply, awoke at once, and lit a candle, to see if her sister was hungry.It turned out that Mary's face was flushed, her forehead was terribly hot, but her hands and feet were cold.

"My God, Mary, you're sick." Elizabeth hurriedly called Mrs. Bennet, and wrung a wet towel to put on Mary's forehead.

The cook boiled a pot of delicious chicken soup all night, but Mary vomited it out as soon as she drank it.Even after the night passed, her forehead was still hot.Mr. Bennet sent for the doctor before daylight.

"She needs to be bled." The country doctor concluded his diagnosis as soon as he entered.

"I will never do bloodletting!" Mary opened her eyes in an instant, feeling that her illness was mostly cured.

"Izzy, give me some citrus and balsamic, please, Izzy dear." Mary sighed, trying her best to treat Elizabeth with all her might.

"Bleeding can speed up the body's recovery." The country doctor cleared his throat and raised his voice emphatically, "I have been using this method to treat people."

"That's why all your patients died in the end." Mary got up holding the quilt and shouted in a hoarse voice aggressively. She felt that her illness was getting better again.

Seeing that Mary was determined not to let the blood be done, the Bennets didn't force it. Instead, they decided to find a more reliable doctor in the town.

The doctors in the town were naturally more professional. Mary accepted the consultation and took the medicine honestly.Then he covered himself with a quilt and slept for another full day.

Fire, fire everywhere.

There were charred houses, logs, people, and Elizabeth yelled for help in a burning house, but no one answered her.Mary was wearing a wet quilt, and rushed in to rescue people, but her legs became very heavy for some reason, and she couldn't take a step, so she could only wait in place and worry.

A tall man passed by her, and Mary immediately grabbed his arm and begged him to rescue Elizabeth.The man bowed his head, and Mary realized that it was Heathcliff.Heathcliff walked steadily towards the burning house, then took Elizabeth by the arm, and threw her violently down.

"No!" Mary screamed, and suddenly she was able to move again, so she ran frantically to the place where Elizabeth fell, but she couldn't reach the destination anyway, only orange flames remained around.

The temperature is getting higher and higher, and the whole village is like a big steamer, and even the exhaled breath is hot.Sparkles rained down, scorching a charred hole in the survivor's body.

Heathcliff appeared again, and Mary was about to question him, but found a pair of huge white wings growing behind him, and then his face twisted and turned into Lucifer.

"This is your punishment." Lucifer said, "selfish girl."

"Fuck your damn punishment!" Mary picked up a piece of burning wood and threw it out.

There was a burnt smell in the air, Lucifer's wings were set on fire, he let out a scream, his face twisted again, and then turned into Elizabeth.

"No!"

Mary sat up from the bed panting, she took a moment to recover before realizing that she had just been dreaming.

Now it was the third morning, and she finally felt that her head was no longer heavy and her limbs had strength.

"Speaking of which, we owe Mr. Heathcliff another favor." Elizabeth served Mary a bowl of rice porridge with chicken soup, and cut a piece of soft white bread and put it on the plate.

"It was thanks to him that he contributed his horse and buggy so that papa could go to town and fetch the doctor. Our horses and buggy are all left in the next village, in fact most of Hertford's horses are left there."

"Don't make him so kind," Lydia interrupted. "He didn't lend us the carriage, he rented it. Papa paid for it. He's so rich, but he's so stingy."

"Well, rent." Elizabeth smiled, "but he rented his best horse to us, didn't he?"

"Is that the black Dutch warmblood horse?" Mary wolfed down the porridge. She had no appetite a few days ago and lived on drinking water, but now she was so hungry that she could eat a whole roast with a bagel. lamb.

"Yes, that's the one." Elizabeth nodded. "Papa said that the horse has a bad temper, but it runs very fast. It's twice as fast as ordinary horses."

That's a "noble horse", but now it's being used to pull a cart, can it have a bad temper, Mary slandered.She felt more and more that Heathcliff was weird. He was not short of money, so why would he rent out his favorite horse to do this kind of coolie.

Heathcliff stood in the stable with a gloomy expression. His beloved horse kept blowing out two streams of hot white gas from its nose, expressing its dissatisfaction with the owner for renting him out to pull the cart.

It is the "Red Rabbit in the Horse". When has it suffered such grievances? Thinking of this, "Red Rabbit" flicked its tail twice again, on the one hand to repel mosquitoes, and on the other hand to express its anger.

Heathcliff snorted twice on the horse's neck to appease him.

He naturally doesn't have the "boring" hobby of being helpful, but out of a businessman's social instinct, when Mr. Bennet came to borrow a horse and carriage, he agreed-even if he is a businessman, he is not easy to socialize. The ones that have established partnerships, like Mr. Bennet.

Originally, he only needed to pick a horse from the stable, but when he heard that Bennet was going to the city to find a doctor for Mary, he couldn't help pulling out his best horse.

By the time he realized it, Mr. Bennet was already harnessing the carriage thankfully.And his beloved horse kept puffing out white gas from its nose, and let out a series of honking.

In order to appease Ai Ma's emotions—in fact, to appease himself, he said bluntly: "I am a businessman, Mr. Bennet, so I will charge a rent of 10 pounds."