Medical Officer Dott patted Jian Ning on the shoulder and said to her, "Don't be burdened, let yourself relax, head nurse, I'm going to rest first, I'm too tired today." He then left the room, leaving Janine alone in the room.

Janen Winstede stood there dumbfounded, looking at the empty hospital bed, feeling very uncomfortable.

(It's all my fault...... If I go a little faster, I can hear him speak, if I go a little faster...... Hurry up...... ）

Thinking weakly, she sat on the hospital bed, her head down, her nails digging deep into her hair, and her scalp clutching hard.

Just as she was deep in remorse and self-blame, an extremely weak voice came into her eardrums:

"Please, Ms. Nurse Manager, Please......"

Janine hurriedly got up, looked around with a kerosene lamp, and searched for the source of the sound in the midst of the snoring, and finally found the person who spoke in a dark, damp corner of the ward.

"Oh my God......" The faint light of the kerosene lamp allowed her to see the wounded soldier clearly, and even after so many days of nursing work, she was still shocked by the tragic image before her.

The wounded soldier had apparently been hit by an incendiary bomb and had extensive severe burns all over his body, and he was not bandaged in order to change the dressing at any time.

There were a lot of hard scabs on this person's charred skin, some of the muscle tissue and fat layer were exposed, and there was slimy pus flowing everywhere on his body, exuding a disgusting smell of decay, which most people would definitely instinctively avoid.

The other wounded soldiers couldn't stand the smell and hid him far away, leaving him in the darkest corner of the ward to die, because with current medical technology, such a large area of severe burns could not be treated.

Doctors, nurses, and other wounded people knew this – this man was dead.

Jian Ning walked over to him, took off her mask, and the unpleasant smell hit her face, and she almost threw up, but she held back and didn't show even the slightest disgust.

It was unbelievable that a crack had opened in the blackened face, and that horrible, bloody thing turned out to be a mouth:

"Write two sentences for me, help, Ms. Nurse Manager." Said in a weak voice.

Jian Ning took out a pen and paper from his jacket pocket, sat down next to the severely burned patient, and said softly:

"Of course, don't worry, sir, speak slowly, I'll remember."

The record was quickly completed, and the suicide note left by this person was nothing special, nothing more than about the disposition of property and a few words for his wife and children.

Jian Ning folded the note, put it in the pocket of his jacket, and said: "Don't worry, sir, I will convey your last wishes to your family, I will trust the relationship and find a signal soldier to do this well, please rest assured, sleep for a while, it's late at night." ”

The weak voice came again: "Ms. Nurse Head...... I...... Up and down, it's like a cactus...... Painful ...... Can't sleep, can you stay with me...... Talk ......"

"Absolutely!" Janine moved closer to him, holding up the kerosene lamp so that the wounded soldier could see her face.

"You...... It's so beautiful, everyone says you're ...... The angel who came down to heaven in the mortal world, a holy ...... Angel in white, bring hope to our wounded, you carry a lamp every time you come to patrol, lighting up this bleak world......"

Jian Ning was flattered to receive such a high evaluation: "I don't dare to be, I just try to do my job well, thank you for your praise of my work." ”

"Ma'am...... I don't want to...... Silent ...... When I die, I want to talk about my experience...... Here you go. ”

"Say, sir, I'll listen," a hand covered in blood and pus reached out to her, and Jane Ning held it tenderly without disgust.

"My name is ...... Michelle Outlander ...... South of Valstad, a native of Kent,

I'm a ...... who didn't go to school. Son of a peasant in the country, my destiny ...... At birth, he was already destined to drive a mule...... Spend your whole life doing farm work in the fields.

Poverty is like a plague that has spread to generations of our family, and my family is poor...... I can't even afford a decent winter coat......

In order to change my fate, I signed up for the army, cough cough cough! ”

As he spoke, the wounded soldier coughed violently.

Janine cleaned the mucus from his mouth with a handkerchief, "Sir, you made the right choice, my husband told me that being a soldier is a great profession, and I have learned this more deeply these days. ”

The wounded soldier continued to cough a few times, and seemed to feel better, and his voice became much clearer: "Yes, a soldier is a great profession, and my mother said the same to me,

But what I value more...... It was a high military salary promised by His Majesty the Emperor......

It's really hard to say, to be honest, I didn't have much patriotism at that time,

In this cold and cruel real world, only money can touch my heart, and I am ...... Isn't that selfish......"

Jian Ning said softly: "There is nothing to be ashamed of fighting for money, sir, no matter what purpose you go to the battlefield, it has become an objective fact that you were heroically wounded for the motherland, and you are now a war hero who is like a fake, you will get a very generous special bonus, and your family's life will definitely be improved." ”

"yes...... A generous pension...... This is the last gift I can give to my family......

When I first joined the army, I was full of ambition, hoping to mix in the army and become a senior officer...... If you get a high pension one day, you can bring your family to live in the city.

But ...... I soon found out that I was not the material to be an official...... With my illiterate level of knowledge, it would have been impossible to become an officer...... My rank stayed at Sergeant. ”

"It's a pity...... Jian Ning lowered her head, she seemed to have entered the world of wounded soldiers, feeling his mood.

"The light infantry company I am in...... It's a happy collective, we're all fellow villagers, we enlisted together, and when we were restructured into an empire, we put on new uniforms, oh my God...... For the first time, I wore such an expensive outfit, with those shiny buttons and delicate epaulettes...... I feel very proud of the good cowhide boots, and the villagers envy us.

Soldier...... Gentlemen who fought for their country...... What a glorious profession......

At that time, for the first time, I had a sense of patriotism, a sense of national honor, and a spiritual pursuit that was far higher than money.

I swore to the idol in the church that I would be worthy of this military uniform and the night owl flag...... Worthy of the trust of the people.

We shouted, 'Long live the Emperor!' 'Participating in one tough battle, the brothers fell one by one, including my cousin Little El, who was not yet married, and I buried him with my own hands, and finally ...... Now it's my turn.