The rain swept down all night. Locals say it was the heaviest rain in recent years.

It was not until dawn that the wind gradually weakened, and the rain also changed from coarse to fine, and then to a drizzle. As a result, Shuhuobu was in a commotion again, and the special service battalion, engineer battalion, and some service detachments directly under the brigade headquarters were led by the officers on duty to pull up the command drill on the dam.

George Feng stood on the mountain road outside the hospital, watching the morning scene after the rain on Bump Mountain with great interest.

The sun crept into the sky from the ridgeline in the east, and the rosy glow rippled through the uneven foothills. The vision is clear and clear, and the air is filled with the fragrance of gardenias. The mountain birds, frightened all night, woke up from the terror, and at first tried to chirp a few times, calling here and there, and forming a chorus with little effort, accompanied by many noisy streams on the slope, converging into a beautiful melody after the summer morning rain. The mountain flowers holding the water droplets are naturally more charming, surrounded by green branches and green leaves, gently swaying in the breeze, like a shy face.

Of course, in this idyllic and peaceful morning scene, there is also a beautiful theme, that is, the girl in the distance.

George von was not only a strict doctor, but also a poet with a very romantic temperament, of course he did not write poems, his works were created by scalpels. In George Feng's eyes at this moment, all the scenery of this early morning seemed to be just an atmosphere, or a fitting dress, a harmonious light on the stage, they rendered the girl, shone on the girl, and the beautiful girl was beautiful because of the beauty, and the beautiful girl was even more beautiful because of the beauty.

George Feng was thrilled at this moment.

That beautiful scenery is his work. It took him more than two years, almost all of his might, to finally free the girl from an absurd and embarrassing illness, and to restore her natural beauty.

George von gazed at his work for so long. Han Qiuyun was busy cleaning up the stagnant water in the courtyard along with the rest of the hospital. Her movements are skillful, and her posture is so graceful. Yes, she was originally a village girl who labored, and her beauty was born in labor.

George Feng's heart fluttered, and he almost walked over to remove her tools, he felt that she should not do such labor anymore, he felt that she should be one of his students, a noble nurse or a superior surgeon, because of her brilliant talents and unsurpassed hands.

Finally, Han Qiuyun dug a small canal, and when he looked up to wipe his sweat, his bright eyes swept over from the fluttering mist, and he saw George Feng's focused and addicted gaze at a glance, his face was slightly red, he smiled shyly, lowered his head again, and cleaned his tools. George Von smiled. He knew that the girl was grateful to him from the bottom of her heart, and even trusted him. Will you fall in love with him? He didn't ask, and he couldn't possibly ask, because he was her doctor, and the doctor-patient relationship should be holy. His affection for her had so far been confined to admiration and affection, and he was a man of noble birth and high education, and he had not seriously associated his feelings with this village girl in an American military uniform, despite how familiar he was with her.

In this world, no one is more familiar with Han Qiuyun's body than George Feng, and no one understands the value of her hands better than him. Those hands were strong above all, and they had gripped George Feng's arms several times during her illness, and they showed a kind of slowly penetrating strength and an extremely subtle sensitivity.

George Feng studied the bones and skin of Han Qiuyun's hands very carefully, and he was surprised to find that this village girl of Bumpy Mountain actually had a very rare life composition, with slender fingers and dexterous joints, and smooth and delicate skin, which could be described as tender as a new onion and condensed like a jade. He could hardly believe that the heavy and rough labor had not been able to spoil the natural beauty of those hands.

George Feng's imaginary world then took on a poetic realm—oh, the girl grew up drinking the pure spring water of the mountain stream, irrigated by the fragrance of the ubiquitous gardenias, and bathed by the simple and happy song of the mountain. Drinking morning dew in the morning and fragrant flowers in the evening may be the only basis for this girl to be beautiful. She is like a wild fawn, her life, her youth, her appearance, her unspoiled kindness and unworldly simplicity, the uncultivated wisdom in her heart, are completely from the most primitive nutrition in this mountain forest and field. Thus, her healthy beauty, the color of her labor, and her vigorous vitality were naturally in harmony with the landscape that raised her. She was originally a leaf or a spring of water from a bumpy mountain, a fluttering flower or a fruit stuck on a branch. From that time on, George Feng's heart was constantly filled with a strange feeling, and he even imagined that after her illness was completely cured, he would take her away and take her to a civilized world without war and without terror, and then he would teach her to use her hands correctly.

Suddenly, a flash of flying light burned George Feng's eyes, it was the field women's forward team that was training shooting not far away—since Gao Qiujiang left, this team was renamed the battlefield women's forward team. George Feng was very disgusted by this inexplicable title, especially the new captain of the team, that is, Ms. Huang, the wife of the director of political training Ji Hatian.

Three months ago, Han Qiuyun basically recovered, it was this lady Huang with a pair of fish eyes, who took the trouble to come to the hospital to urge Han Qiuyun to be discharged, George Feng also felt that there was really no reason to stop him, when he asked Han Qiuyun with complicated feelings whether he was willing to stay in the hospital as an assistant or willing to go back, the captain surnamed Huang actually ridiculed him for wanting to hide Jiaojiao in a thatched hut, which greatly damaged his self-esteem. He also didn't know what kind of psychology he had, he very much didn't want Han Qiuyun to return to the so-called battlefield women's forward team, he thought it was necessary for him to stop this matter.

In the early hours of the morning, George Feng had another impulse, and he decided to pull the girl back from the brink of war. In any case, he believed that this girl was not fit for war. War is a very strict thing, it requires a special character, and young and beautiful women are baked in the furnace of war, and they will soon be dried and withered. Allowing women to engage in war is a serious destruction and waste of the beloved motherhood of mankind, and an extremely irrational and misused use of gender.

George Feng sorted out his emotions and walked over to Han Qiuyun.

More than a dozen steps behind Han Qiuyun's side, George Feng stopped. At this time, he saw half of Han Qiuyun's face, which was covered with beads of sweat, flushed like a glow. George Feng hesitated slightly, and called softly: "Girl, come over for a moment." ”

Han Qiuyun's shoulders throbbed when he heard the shout. Turning around, he looked at George Feng, smiled, and said, "Doctor, you see, I can work anymore, and I don't need to take any more medicine, right?" ”

George Feng said: "I still have to take the medicine for the time being, but I want to talk to you about something else today." ”

Han Qiuyun was a little surprised: "Oh, Dr. George...... is it my ......?"

"Ah, no, no," George Feng hurriedly waved his hand: "It's nothing, I just want to take a walk and talk to you casually." ”

Han Qiuyun put down the shovel and followed George Feng up the mountain road in a panic.

After walking silently, George Feng asked, "Would you like to stay with me as a nurse or a doctor?" ”

Han Qiuyun's face suddenly turned crimson, and he said, "Thank you, Dr. George, you cured my illness, and I know your kindness, but I can't stay there." ”

"Can you tell us why?"

Han Qiuyun said: "I don't have knowledge, I can't do that kind of thing." Still puzzled, George von said, "If you can't stay, go back to ...... Go to the team, do you know the nature of the team? That's going to be a war, aren't you afraid? ”

Han Qiuyun was silent. George Feng was also silent, and after a while said, "I'll tell you a story, would you like to hear it?" Han Qiuyun thought for a moment, looked around again, and then nodded lightly.

George von then told a story. George von said: Decades ago, on the battlefield in Crimea, thousands of wounded British soldiers were on the verge of death because of lack of medical treatment and care. At this time, a woman stepped forward, she was beautiful, kind, noble and compassionate. Carrying a lantern, she ran around the wounded day and night, cleaning their wounds and changing dressings. Her horse lamp illuminated countless desperate hearts.

"Who is she?" Under the rising sun, Han Qiuyun's eyes were as clear as a spring.

"Her name is Nightingale. She was the first nurse to emerge in the world. Since then, there has been a profession as a nurse. Nurses are the second mother of soldiers and are one of the noblest professions of mankind. ”

After the story was told, George Feng quietly waited for Han Qiuyun's reaction. But there was no response, Han Qiuyun was silently looking into the distance. George Feng then continued to induce: "And the doctor, whose profession is to save human life, noble and noble. I think you can be one of those people altogether. ”

After a long time, Han Qiuyun raised his head, opened a pair of sparkling eyes, looked at George Feng and said, "Doctor, I understand what you mean, but I can't be a doctor or a nurse." I'm afraid I'll have to go back to them. ”

"Why?"

"What you do is what scholars do, but I have only been studying for three years."

"But you're young, and you can learn to be a nurse first."

"Even if they could, they wouldn't say yes."

George Feng stopped, smiled, and said, "I'll ask for your own opinion first, if you want to stay, then you can stay, no one can stop you, do you believe it?" Say, are you willing? ”

Han Qiuyun raised his eyes, looked at George Feng, pursed his lips, and finally nodded: "I am willing." I'm willing to do the rough work with you. ”