[Gone With the Wind] Daughter Difficult

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Bonnie was awakened by the familiar sense of energy outflowing.

The girl's consciousness was still a little confused, and then there were sharp pains in her brain, and her body was so light that she couldn't coordinate at all, as if she was trapped in a white and dark fog.

This interfered with her judgment, but reflexively, like a thousand reflexes honed on a zombie battlefield, she tried to control the surging source of power.

But... this is just futile.

Bonnie hadn't felt this way for a long time. Only when her healing ability was awakened at the beginning of the end of the world was her power so uncontrollable as it is now.

where is she?

What's up with her?

Some bloody and desolate images appeared in the brain, but the next second was pierced by pain, and fell into the darkness in fragments.

Consciousness is struggling between lucidity and drowsiness, and energy is still flowing out endlessly.

The girl opened her eyes with a strong will, but found that her perspective was a bit... Strange.

She wasn't standing firmly on the ground, but... looking down from the top?

sky!flower!plate? !

What about her body...?

This is a suite in a retro style from the nineteenth century.

In the huge room, everything has been carefully arranged.

The ground is covered with soft dark blue cashmere carpets, the Gothic stone fireplace is not burning at the moment, the varnished black mahogany furniture is carved with intricate and delicate patterns, and the two sides, one high and one short, are inlaid with gemstones. The mirror is placed in the most conspicuous position.

In the master bedroom, there are two black mahogany beds, one large and one small, and the dark blue fringed curtains embroidered with gold and silver threads fall vertically, covering part of the line of sight.

At this time, night has fallen, and the four floor-to-ceiling white gauze lamps restore a ray of light to the room, bringing some warmth to the colored rhombic glass windows and dark blue velvet curtains.

It was incompatible with the gorgeous style of the bedroom, and there were puddles of blood on the carpet, sheets, and pillows.

The bright red blood was shocking, people came and went in the master bedroom, noises and broken sobs were intertwined.

As Bonnie regained consciousness, these voices gradually became three-dimensional.

From Bonnie's perspective, she could clearly see the anxious expressions of everyone who entered and exited the room. They kept bringing in gauze, cotton, hot water, towels, etc.

The light was not bright, and someone brought in a few more kerosene lamps, which instantly increased the brightness of the entire room.

This is not the world she lives in. The technology is still very backward, and even electricity has not been used yet.

There are no electrical appliances in the room.

Did she time travel?So she is dead?

The brain finally woke up somewhat, and at the same time, Bonnie finally realized why the healing energy flowed out.

The warm white light continuously flowed from Bonnie's palm, enveloping the little girl on the European-style black mahogany bed little by little.

The pale and soft little face was obviously lifeless, and the originally smooth curly hair was scattered on the pillow, lifeless.

The faint breath showed that the owner's life was on the verge of the most danger.

The little girl was in a coma after falling off the horse. Although she was nourished by the energy of the healing system, the dying little girl did not improve much. She was motionless, like a soulless shell, and looked icy cold.

The situation with the little girl seemed to make Bonnie's whole heart ache.

This kind of discomfort is like the instinct to survive has been suppressed and suffocated.

Since she is already like this, why not use her energy to save the girl?

With the recovery of consciousness, Bonnie regained control of the healing power.

She could feel that there was not much power left in her body, but past experience told her that it should be enough to save the girl.

"Why hasn't Meade come?"

A roar tore through the noisy atmosphere of the entire room, instantly quieting everyone down.

The scruffy man who had been sitting by the bed and tightly holding the child's hand was furious: "I must kill him, I swear—"

The tone was so cruel that no one dared to make a sound.

After a few seconds of silence, a firm and soft female voice sounded: "Don't be like this, dear Mr. Rhett, Dr. Meade must be on his way. It's less than a quarter of an hour. Don't do this, it will scare Bang." Annie and Scarlett's..."

In the next second, the man named Rhett covered his face with his hands, sobbing mournfully with a hint of trembling, and transparent teardrops slipped from his fingers.

"...I should have invited him in person, why didn't I..."

His emotions touched the hearts of everyone present, and the women couldn't help but stain the corners of their eyes with their handkerchiefs.

"Bonnie, you'll get better, you'll definitely get better, mom loves you..." the woman sitting beside the bed pressing the blood-stained gauze on the little girl murmured with tears.

As time passed, the room gradually filled with a sense of despair and sadness.

Dr. Meade finally arrived with his assistants, and the insignificant people were kicked out.

Only the little girl's mother, Scarlett, and Melanie, who dissuaded Rhett just now, were left in the room. Both of them had nursing experience in caring for patients during the war.

Rhett originally insisted on staying, but in the end, because he was too sad, he was framed out by several black slaves including the black mother.

Dr. Meade checked on the girl.

Her condition is obviously not very good, and she is still in a coma.

Not much to say, Dr. Meade directed Scarlett and Melanie to undo the laughing girl's riding clothes - no one dared to move her easily before, he took out a tube of thick syringes from the medicine box, and directly Stuck on the little girl.

The four were cooperating in the first aid work, and Dr. Meade told Scarlett and Melanie that the little girl had to undergo an operation immediately.

When they were performing the operation, Bonnie, who had been floating on the ceiling before, controlled her soul to float down to the bedside, and also used her healing energy to maintain the life of the little girl.

Bonnie knew that with the blessing of her own healing power, the little girl would never die.

What's more, the little girl has the same name as her, as if there is something pulling the two of them in the dark.

With the efforts of both parties, the situation of the girl has gradually stabilized.

After handing over the stitching work to his assistant, Dr. Meade stepped aside and wiped the sweat beads from his temples.

Scarlett, who had been holding on, trembled all over, and was supported by the thinner Melanie behind her, so she didn't fall to the ground.

"Her, Bonnie...how is she?" Scarlett said with a hoarse voice, "She...will get better?"

"The operation went well, Miss Scarlett, Miss Bonnie's condition is not as bad as imagined, and her vitality is very tenacious, I believe she will get better."

Dr. Meade is not young, and he was exhausted after such an operation.

"But it's still dangerous for a few days, so I'll stay," he said wearily.

That night, the little girl's condition went up and down, and everyone watched over her all night long.

Scarlett and Rhett would yell for Dr. Meade at every sign of trouble.

In the early morning, although the little girl was still in a coma, her physical condition had improved a lot.

She made it through!

Almost everyone wept with joy.

Rhett held Dr. Meade's hand: "When will she wake up?"

"It depends on her, Mr. Barrett." Dr. Meade was not sure, "and she just had an operation, so we have to observe for a few days."

"Thank you, thank you for saving her name, I will definitely not treat you badly."

Dr. Meade was not overly optimistic, but he was not overly pessimistic either. He just nodded slightly, "I will try my best."

Scarlett and Rhett hadn't slept all night, and their faces were tired at the moment, almost as pale as the little girl on the bed.

Bonnie, too, had a sleepless night—she wasn't really sure she needed any sleep.

At this time, she didn't need to continue to inject energy into the little girl like in the first half of the night, and the whole person was floating in the room.

The sun had already risen, and the sunlight shone through the windows, brightening up the whole room.

At this moment, Bonnie noticed something unusual in the corner of the room.

The small figure shrunk into a ball, leaning pitifully against the corner of the wall.

etc--

Bonnie looked at the girl on the bed, then turned to look at the face in the corner.

exactly the same?How is this going?

In the next few days, Dr. Meade stayed at the Barrett mansion until he was sure that the most beloved daughter of the Barrett family was not in danger of life.

However, the little girl whose life was not in danger did not wake up.

These days, Rhett Butler asked Dr. Meade over and over again when his daughter would wake up.

Dr. Meade can only guarantee that Bonnie will wake up, "but it can only depend on her." He said tirelessly.

And the truth is only known to Bonnie who is still in the soul state——

This little soul is still grabbing her calf, it's no wonder your daughter wakes up! ! !