Be the C heroine in a famous book [Quick Transmigration]

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It would be bad if it was typhoid fever, and he had to go back to Thornfield and let the doctor see him.

"John, how long will it take to arrive?" He opened the carriage door and asked the servant.

"Master, it's still an hour." John replied respectfully while urging the horse again with the whip.

Rochester looked at the surrounding scenery, and found that what John said was right, it was at least an hour away from Thornfield.

"Hurry up." He ordered a little irritably, and could only sit back in the carriage again.

He felt that the onset of the disease was very fast this time, and his body gradually lost strength, so he could only rest against the wall of the carriage.

He didn't notice that as he was getting weaker and weaker, the other person in the compartment regained his spirits and sat up from the ground.

Bosha saw that Rochester had fallen asleep, and crawled from the ground to the seat with some dizziness. She had already heard Rochester's question.

There is only one hour left for her.

She immediately took out the pocket watch in Rochester's pocket and wrote down the time.

When she stood up, she saw Rochester's face, and she paused.

The space-time barrier has really become thinner, and there is almost no space-time barrier. Therefore, this is the first world where there is no mosaic.

Her gaze swept over Rochester's angular face, and she didn't dare to move away with interest.

She still has a lot to do.

She lowered her head, looked at what she was wearing, and found that it was a gray cotton and linen skirt.

The material is ok, but there is no decoration, it looks like a gray crow.

To make matters worse, her clothes were covered with dust from rolling on the floor and wrinkled like an old lady's face.

With such clothes, she doesn't look like a noble woman, unless the servant is a fool, he will believe her words.

She searched around in the car, but there were no suitcases.

Bo Sha must have brought clothes, not in the compartment, but on the roof.

She immediately stood on the seat and looked up through the window. Sure enough, there were a lot of suitcases behind the driver, and they were tightly tied with ropes.

It's just that there are too many luggages, and it's impossible for all of them to be the same size. The two in the middle are loosely attached to the rope, and when the carriage is moving, there is a slight knocking sound.

These two boxes are different from the others, maybe Bosha's box.

She looked and found that her hands were too short, and she was a little away from the two closest ones, and was forced to re-enter the carriage.

She looked at the carriage again, and found that there was a cane beside Rochester, reflecting the luster of metal in the corner.

She immediately picked it up, picked up the rope that Rochester threw in the corner, and climbed out of the window again.

Due to the urging of the master, the carriage ran very fast, and John was completely focused on driving, and did not notice the horrible scene behind him.

I saw a gentleman's walking stick gleaming in the sun, hooking the knot and moving the rope slowly until it reached the edge of the box.

Another blood-stained rope passed through the gap, holding the binding rope tightly. At this time, the two boxes in the middle had completely lost the shackles of the rope.

The golden cane gently lifted the handle of the suitcase and lifted it tremblingly.

There was a soft "bang" on the roof of the car, and John drove the carriage to make a big turn, without looking back.

Bosha took a deep breath, seeing the flat plain in front of her, and there should be no more accidents this time, she stretched out her cane again.

She tightly held the bloody rope with her left hand. At this moment, one end of the rope was tied to the roof of the car, and the other end was tied to the metal hook of the carriage, making it a good handrail.

The cane in her right hand lifted the suitcase again, lifting it to the edge of the roof, and she immediately lifted it and returned to the compartment.

After 1 minute, she went back to the car window again.

Unfortunately, the box did belong to Bosha, but it contained shoes and pajamas.But she was also sure that the other box must belong to Bosha.

I hope there are clothes that can be worn outside. The servants know that she will be locked up. If they don't care about cleaning up, it is possible that they are all pajamas.

Her right hand is already very sore and limp. Although the cane is of good quality, it is still very difficult to lift a box like this.

As she carried the other box into the car, her hands kept shaking, and she rubbed them immediately to calm it down.

She took a deep breath and opened the suitcase again.

She saw two pieces of clothes lying quietly inside, and she immediately picked them up. One was a red lace dress, although it was neat, it was already a bit old, and "she" should like to wear it very much.

She actually recognized this dress. In her memory, it was the only dress Rochester gave her.

It seems that her nanny must be the one who packed her clothes, maybe she hoped that this dress would arouse Rochester's good memories and treat Bosha better.

As for the other one, it was a blue silk dress, brand new, probably bought by her brother Richard.

As luck would have it, she left her blue silk dress behind and rearranged her suitcase.Taking out Rochester's pocket watch again, he found that four and ten minutes had passed.

There was not much time left for her, she immediately turned over and went out, put the suitcase back where it was, took off the hemp rope again, and restored everything to its original state.

She returned to the carriage for the last time, untied the hemp rope from the hook, thought about it, and threw it out of the window together with the gray clothes she had taken off.

At this time, their carriage was passing a stream, and the rope and clothes immediately sank from the surface of the water without a trace.

When the carriage drove down the hillside and the gray manor appeared in the field of vision, an anxious call came from the carriage.

"Edward, Edward..." It was a clear voice with a French accent.

John stopped the carriage in surprise. He quickly opened the door and looked inside, only to see a lady in a blue silk dress calling anxiously.

She was not very fair, but she was slim, and her flaxen hair was pulled into a smooth braid, which now fell gracefully over her right shoulder.

Although there were no decorations, he was almost certain that it was a noble lady or lady.

But he was sure that when the carriage left Millcote County, only his master, Mr. Rochester, and a woman who was tied up were on board.

So where did that woman go, and who is this person?

"John, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up and hug Edward, he is about to die of illness." She ordered him very naturally, even with a hint of veiled condemnation.

By the time John realized it, he had called all the servants in the house and moved the master back to the bedroom as ordered.

"Doctor... Hurry up and call for a doctor." She looked at Mr. Rochester with a worried face, and at the same time ordered the servant as a matter of course.

"John has gone to call for a doctor." Mrs. Falks replied, and then asked suspiciously, "But, ma'am, are you?"

When she asked this, she had already guessed in her heart that this lady seemed too noble.

She is the housekeeper of this manor and a distant relative of Mrs. Falkes, Rochester's mother. She has seen countless noble ladies, but she has never seen such a noble woman.

Although her face was a bit dark, she was also very beautiful, her manner was elegant, and the movement of wiping Rochester's sweat was very rhythmic, which looked like an elegant dance.

Mrs. Falks concluded that this must be a lady of noble birth.

And look at how nervous and affectionate she was to Rochester, she called him "Edward" by his Christian name, so naturally.

Therefore, she must be Mrs. Rochester, or Mr. Rochester's fiancée.

"I'm Bossa Rochester, and you are...Mrs. Falks?" Bossia asked speculatively.

"Madam knows me?" Mrs. Falks was a little surprised.

She was indeed Mrs. Rochester, the mistress of the manor, and she was inevitably happy.

Although it was only a few minutes, she has inevitably developed a good impression of Bo Sha.

Falks didn't know, in fact, Bo Sha only knew about it, when he just got off the carriage.

She noticed what a maid called the old lady, and she was dressed better than others, so she speculated that this person was the housekeeper of the manor.

But of course you can't tell the truth at this time, you have to learn to pretend.

"Yes, Edward told me about you." She said as if a little dependent, "Mrs. Falks, Edward is very sick, I am so worried."

As she spoke, her tears fell one by one like pearls, leaving wet marks on that lovely face.

Her eyes were like a helpless fawn, as if she had found a temporary support.

Mrs. Falkes immediately stepped forward to support her, and comforted her: "No, Mr. Rochester has always been in good health, and he will recover soon."

"Really?" She leaned her body gently against her, as if she had found support.

It's a pity that he couldn't be allowed to die.

After all, the hero is the main pillar of the world. If he dies prematurely, it will only increase the demise of the space barrier, so she adopts the non-fatal fever symptoms.

"It's true, the doctor will fix him." Mrs. Falks patted her on the shoulder lightly.

A burst of anxious footsteps sounded from outside the door, and they immediately looked there.

"The doctor is here, ma'am." John stepped through the door quickly, revealing Dr. Jones, who was panting behind him.

"Doctor, hurry up and treat Edward." Bosha immediately stood up, almost dragged by the doctor.

"Don't worry, ma'am, let me take a breath." Dr. Jones subconsciously thought that the "wife" John said was Bosha.

However, Falks did not refute, instead, he automatically stood behind Bosha, which was a respectful gesture.

John looked up in surprise and looked at the scene with some doubts. He walked up to Mrs. Falks and asked in a low voice, "Mrs. Falks, who is that lady?"

He thought that Mrs. Falks must know the situation, otherwise she would not follow her orders.

"It's Mrs. Rochester, the hostess of the manor, don't you know?" Falks looked at him suspiciously.

John was a little speechless, of course he wouldn't take the initiative to ask, and the husband didn't say anything, so he really didn't know.

He still remembered that when the hotel picked up the owner, the woman was sleeping and was thrown into the carriage, and the owner was not gentle to her.

But this does not rule out that she is the owner's wife. Not all husbands in the world are kind to their wives.

Maybe, the owner is the kind of husband who beats his wife?

It can only be said that Bosha's posture is too confusing. Apart from accepting her as the master's wife, John can't explain how such a noble woman can have other identities.

What's more, who would impersonate Mrs. Rochester?The master will always wake up, and the lie will be exposed.

Therefore, Bosha became the mistress of Thornfield justifiably.

Of course, this was before Rochester woke up.

"Mr. Rochester is very ill and must be taken care of. I need to stay here today and monitor his changes at any time." Dr. Jones said while prescribing medicine.

"Poor Edward." Bosha burst into tears immediately, and instinctively began to find a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Unfortunately, her handkerchief seems to have been lost in the panic.

"Ma'am, sir will be fine." Falks immediately wiped her tears with his handkerchief, and said to the doctor, "Well, Doctor Jones will stay here, and I will arrange a room."

"Poor Edward..." Bo Sha was still crying.

That beautiful little face was very pale, must have been too worried.

Falks was a little worried that she would faint, when she saw her eyes turned white, and she fell backwards, unconscious

The servant Leah happened to be standing beside her. She quickly supported Bosha and said in a panic, "Mrs. Falks, what should I do? Madame fainted."

"Quickly, move her to the next room and ask Dr. Jones to take a look." Falks immediately said.

When they put Bosha on the bed, they saw Bosha woke up in a daze, and said in her mouth, "Edward, I'm going to take care of Edward."

"Ma'am, you are too tired, you should take a rest." Falks pinched the corner of the quilt for her and persuaded her.

"Yes, ma'am, it's not too late to take care of the master after you have rested." Liya followed suit.

Bo Sha seemed to hesitate: "Then who will take care of Edward?"

Madam really cares about her husband so much that she is still worried at this time.

Falks immediately reassured: "Don't worry, there are many servants in the manor, and I will let the most attentive one take care of Mr. Madam, don't worry."

Under their persuasion, Bosha finally agreed to have a good sleep before going to take care of Rochester.

When they left the room, Bosha opened her eyes again and looked at her hands, the soreness was the second, the main reason was that the two scars were very obvious.

If a doctor comes to check, it is likely to find a wound, and it will be difficult to explain it at that time.

A husband who occasionally abused his wife tied her up, and that was fine.But tied like this, it's almost like kidnapping the enemy.

This era is a patriarchal society, and the attitude of the master is directly related to the attitude of the servant, which is not conducive to her establishing the majesty of the master.

Therefore, in the next few days, she will not only continue to strengthen Mrs. Rochester's image, but also conceal her wounds.

It would be great if she could get the ointment, she thought for a while and forced herself to fall asleep.

It's afternoon, and the night light is dim, which is convenient for covering and moving, and she needs to maintain her strength.