Then...... My company is defending inside the fortifications,

An incendiary grenade from the artillery of the Papal States found me,

An orange-red fire exploded in front of my eyes......

Oh my God, I'm so hot!

What does this feel like?

Fire!

I'm set on fire! All over the body! I rolled frantically on the floor, but the damn fuel stuck to the fabric and couldn't be extinguished......

After that, I fell into a deep coma, and when I woke up, I was in this miserable picture of no one and no ghost......"

Moved by the story of the wounded soldier, Jane Ning secretly wiped away her tears and said:

"Your luck is not good, sir, burns are a problem in the medical world."

"Yes, when I first arrived in Paradise, I began to envy the wounded who had been hit by a gun, or whose limbs had been broken by a solid shell, and that burns were much worse than amputation......

cough cough cough ...... I feel like I'm dying, every breath is getting harder, can you ...... Stay with me until the last minute? Ms. Nurse Manager ......"

"How so? You just looked much better. ”

Jian Ning's heart sank, carefully observed the wounded's condition, tested his pulse, but it was very weak, it seemed that the improvement of the situation just now was completely some kind of reflection, she got up and said, "I'll call the doctor." ”

"You don't have to go...... My own body...... Know for yourself...... Just stay with me a little longer, soon...... I felt it...... It's almost ......"

"Don't talk nonsense! You will live well, sir! ”

Janine shouted to the guards outside the window, "Go and call the night doctor, hurry!" ”

Then she sat down next to the wounded soldier and continued to hold his hand: "Hold on, the doctor will be here soon, don't fall asleep, sir, keep telling me your story!" I love to hear it! ”

At this time, the wounded's breathing was already like a gossamer:

"Madam Nurse, you are so beautiful, apart from our Imperial Majesty, you are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen...... Finally, you listen to me...... I was so lucky to send me to heaven......

Please remember my name...... My name is Michelle Outlander,

An illiterate peasant kid...... An insignificant creep,

I lived in this world......

I have done good things, and I have done foolish things......

May the gods judge me justly...... Give me a ticket to heaven......

Remember me...... Lady......

Don't forget about me...... Please...... Even though I'm a humble fellow,

But...... I have indeed been in this world for a while......

Remember me...... Remember me ......"

After that, no matter how much Janine called, he stopped talking, and a minute later, the night doctor came and announced the man's death.

The team responsible for transporting the corpses visited the ward again,

The soldiers complained, muttering and pinching their noses, cursing their errands,

The charred body was placed in a canvas body bag, tightened with cotton thread, sealed, and removed from the room.

People left the place, another hospital bed became empty, blood and pus still left on the sheets, and Jian Ning's heart was fighting fiercely,

Time is fixed for everyone, 24 hours a day can be controlled, and it is difficult to balance family and career without the time to eat and sleep.

Two choices, two paths.

Return to Einfoot Manor and become a qualified marquise to accompany her son as he grows up......

Or stay here and dedicate yourself to the great cause of medical care, saving lives and helping the wounded......

(As a wife and mother, I have to take care of my family's responsibilities...... As a head nurse...... I'm responsible for the wounded soldiers, these people can't do without me, and if I resign and walk away, can the new successor do a better job than me? Will she be like me...... Listen to the dying man? ）

In this way, Janine Winstide stayed awake all night, and sat in the hospital bed until dawn.

When the first rays of dawn came into view, she already had a new answer.

(I'm sorry, Dalí, my good big brother forever, I'm worthy of your expectations, I'm not a good wife...... ）

She decided to stay here and continue to care for the wounded, to heal and comfort them.

(I am an angel in white in the hearts of patients, how can I live up to everyone's expectations?) ）

It's a tough choice.

(I'm sorry, my sweet little William, Mom has important things to do, and may have to go back later.) ）

Thinking of this, she rubbed her temples vigorously, dragged her tired body, tried to open her bloodshot eyes, and continued to devote herself to her work.

August 2nd, a day of heavy rain.

On August 3, it was another day of heavy rain.

On August 4th, the clouds were cleared,

The weather is clear again, and the roads in the fighting area have become muddy.

The wheels of the cannons and wagons were so deep in the mud that it was difficult to move, and it was difficult for the wounded on the front line to reach Paradise.

The General Staff quickly issued instructions ordering two-thirds of the doctors and nurses in Paradise to go to the front to build temporary medical stations, leaving one-third of the medical staff in the rear to care for the wounded in Paradise's wards.

The head nurse, Janen Winsted, volunteered to go to the front, even though she could have stayed in Paradise.

She was so anxious that she could see it...... Hear the sights of the front,

Seeing blood flowing all over the ground, gushing viscera, seeing the wounded lying on stretchers,

They are heard wailing in pain, and the desperate prayers of the believers are heard.

That afternoon, when the group reached the front line with great difficulty through the muddy terrain, she found that the situation was much worse than she had imagined.

There is a famous saying from Valstad,

After the great plague there will be a great plague.

In fact, in addition to the severe pain of the wounds, the wounded were also attacked by deadly infectious diseases.

Many of them contracted the plague and showed signs of ulceration on uninjured parts.

The plague, on the continent of Eulaces, is a word far more terrible than war.

In the early days of the ancient Valstad Empire, the plague epidemic killed half of the continent's population, and there were hardly enough people alive to bury the dead.

The streets became empty, and many magnificent art and cultural cities died.

The catastrophe wiped out almost all the countries on the continent, and it took hundreds of years for it to recover slightly.

Today, medicine has developed by leaps and bounds.

People do not yet know how to cure dozens of variants of the plague.

But it has learned to control the infection and can completely cure the complications in early patients, keeping the mortality rate low.

Still, the word plague has made health care workers talk about it, because it is a deadly infectious disease, and the death is extremely ugly and painful.

Many doctors and nurses regretted coming to the front line, and when they saw the festering scars on the skin of the wounded soldiers, they immediately realized that they were in double danger.