"Okay, I didn't save it, lie down and don't move, thank you, thank my young lady!" A somewhat impatient voice muttered, and it could be heard that the owner of the voice did not like children.

The old woman finally raised her head and looked at the girl across the bed.

The girl was sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a mature winter dress that did not match her age, carrying a large backpack around her waist, waving at the child on the bed, with a posture of 'don't bother me'.

So what is the young lady in her mouth?

The old woman had not yet recovered from the shock of the child's recovery, she subconsciously thought of a possibility, but she could not believe it, so she could only look blankly at the bed on the other side.

Then I saw a figure standing under the gaslight, just the simplest and most simple clothes, because I was afraid of delaying the action, so I took off the thick winter clothes outside, and my hair was firmly coiled behind my head, so that it would not fall out to block my vision, and I would not accidentally fall on the wound.

"Parthenope! Gauze! ”

The woman with the bundle of hair shouted loudly, only to see that she was wearing a white mask that obscured most of her face, but only the leaking eyes made the woman stunned again.

"It's coming!" When the girl, who had just been impatient with the child in bed, heard this, she immediately trotted over and pulled out a roll of gauze that was so large that it was exaggerated from the huge satchel at her waist.

Under the light, the woman's back was rapidly bandaging, and in this medical environment, the sanitary napkins were certainly not much hygienic, in short, all the ones that were replaced were soaked in a lot of blood, and the pieces were red and white, which looked shocking.

Lying on the bed was a miserable young man, for a horse was frightened, and knocked him down as he was crossing the road, and the horse's hooves stepped firmly on his shoulders, and together with his entire arm and elbow, he was shattered into pieces, but not to death, and according to the normal process, the boy would have been screaming until he fainted and woke up in pain, and so on until tomorrow morning.

But strangely, the woman stood beside his bedside, and soon, the patient's painful wails seemed to get quieter and quieter, and in less than a minute they stopped completely, and even gradually came to the sound of tired snoring.

At this time, the old woman finally made up of her thoughts, she covered her mouth in surprise, and even wanted to bend down on the ground to thank the woman in front of her, but she was afraid of disturbing her.

At this time, a doctor not far away, wrapped in a leather coat, noticed the strange situation, and he looked over, and through the glass mirror of the bird's beak mask, he could see a pair of bloodshot eyes that were full of blood because he had not slept all night, and he was extremely annoyed.

"What are you doing?!" His voice was cut off by a mask, and he shouted angrily, "Where did you come from, get out of the hospital bed quickly!" ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the woman, and I have to say that under this kind of environment of blood and screams, the outfit is quite scary.

But at this moment, a team of people hurriedly walked into the first aid field, and immediately rushed over to stop the doctor.

The doctor was annoyed and tried to break free and curse, but he was startled when he saw the clothes of the person who stopped him, and the logo of the Medical Foundation on his chest, and then he saw an old man walking over surrounded by a group of people, and he looked even more panicked.

I could only quickly stand up straight, lowered my head, and said softly, "I will grow up."

As the president of the London Medical Association, of course he knew that these doctors had already been extremely irritable under the long hours of work, so he didn't care about the disrespect in the other party's words just now, waved his hand, signaled the other party to be quiet, and then whispered something in his ear.

It should have been a few simple words, but the doctor's whole body trembled violently, and then he looked at the woman who was busy in front of the hospital bed in disbelief, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

And so the night passed.

Before the snow in London could catch its first rays, the door to the office of the president of the medical foundation was pushed open.

The girl with the big backpack walked in while yawning and rubbing her eyes, and it could be seen that she had not slept all night, only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she did not pay any attention to the adults in the house, and sat directly on the sofa, and let out a tired and complaining sigh.

However, the president was not the slightest dissatisfied, and quickly got up from behind the desk, walked over and poured a cup of tea for the girl, who was dozens of years younger than himself.

"It's been hard work, Miss Partenope."

The maiden, known as Partenope, picked up the teacup, blew it on pretend, and drank it down, when the office door was pushed open again.

The woman with the mask walked in, saw Nopo sitting on the sofa without any image, and glared at her angrily: "Hurry up!" ”

Then he bowed to the president embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, I neglected to discipline this maid, please don't care." ”

"No, no, no, I don't care at all, but Miss Nightingale has worked hard, and we have arranged all the food and lodging for you, and I hope you will feel comfortable during your short stay in this city."

When he said these words, the elder even deliberately lowered his head slightly.

For a girl who is only 24 years old, this etiquette is a bit too respectful, but if this girl is Lord Nightingale, then everything seems to be in order.

Because this young girl is a hero.

Every age has heroes, and even the Empire has a god-like hero like Dante, who can give an entire era a sense of absolute security with just a pair of shoulders.

However, even so, Miss Nightingale is still the most special one recorded in the sacred calendar, and in fact, she will definitely be the most special one in countless years to come.

It can even be said that at the age of 24, she already has a huge influence close to that of Dante.

If Master Dante represents an absolute 'power' to defend, then Miss Nightingale represents 'hope'.

Sickness, pain, serious injury, disability, and all the other tragic tragedies of the world, that precious glimmer of hope still remains! In countless dark nights, in countless corners of the empire, people hugged each other and persevered, just because of that sentence.

"It's okay, we still have Lord Nightingale."

This girl can cure all diseases!

All diseases except mental illness, rebirth of severed limbs, and death!

Even cancer, vegetative people, massive burns all over the body, and other diseases that science and technology are helpless now, can all be cured, and it only takes a few minutes.

To put it in a more written way, that is. She can restore a person's body to the best state it can have at this time.

Miss Nightingale was born into a wealthy aristocratic family, and when she was 14 years old, she awakened this ability, she did not even go through the contract ceremony of the Holy See, and said in her memories that she had a good time with a lovely little fellow in a dream, so she became friends, and when she woke up, she had the ability to cure all diseases.

It was clearly a symbiotic relationship between some kind of contractor, but no one had ever seen her contract demon, because she said that the little one was shy and unwilling to come out.

And at the beginning, no one cared much about this matter, a little girl awakened the ability of the contract without going through a ceremony, although it is rare, but it is not too shocking, and her ability is not a combat type, even if it can cure diseases, it is at most only accepted by the Holy See, becoming a sacrifice, and being enshrined every day, waiting for a high-ranking member of the Holy See to be seriously ill and come to be healed by her.

With luck, she might have healed an archbishop, and if she was even luckier, she might have been the pope, and she would have received the highest reward and glory.

This is almost the highest achievement that this girl can achieve.

However, the next path of this girl really shocked the people of the entire empire.

At first, she rejected the invitation of the Holy See with a very gentle attitude, claiming that she still needed more training and more complete medical knowledge, and this reason convinced the upper echelons of the Holy See, so she began her academic career and showed great talent in the field of medicine, and a few years later, she graduated from the highest medical school in the Empire, when she was 17 years old.

And the day after she returned to her homeland, she began to heal everyone around her.

All of them

There is no charge, whether you know it or not, even if it is a passer-by who is not a vegetarian, as long as you need help, then Miss Nightingale will help.

A small bruise, a small cold, an infectious disease, an ulcer that has plagued us for years, a child dying in a car accident.

These things happened in the small town where she lived, and at that time, not many people cared yet, maybe they had just heard about it and felt lucky for those who were healed, and nothing more.

Until this matter is closely related to the entire empire.

On that day, Lord Nightingale carried a huge backpack, left a letter to his parents, and embarked on a steam train to a neighboring city.

A week later, a local newspaper reported that a young girl had collapsed in the hospital hallway after treating 37 critically ill patients the previous night.

Three days later, in another hospital, 42 critically ill patients waiting to die were discharged en masse, with a picture of several families hugging in the hospital room, tears of excitement, and in the corner of the photo, a girl wearing a mask is leaning on a chair by the wall, tired and resting with her eyes closed.

A week later, the girl visited a pension for the elderly, and as she was leaving, several elderly people tried to make a kneeling gesture in the direction of her departure, but were stopped by the nurses.

Half a month later, she snatched the lives of 71 people from death in a rudimentary hospital in the slums.

She doesn't stay in one city for long, she only visits the places where the disease is most concentrated until she is exhausted, and then she takes advantage of the rest to get on a train to another city, and so on.

There was never a moment of pause.

Gradually, her deeds spread, her name became known, and after a few years, almost all the cities of the empire knew that there was such a young girl who traveled the world, cured all diseases, without asking for anything in return, without looking at identity, without tire, without tire, absolutely selfless, fearless, and the medical associations of various cities also began to cooperate with this girl independently, and they would gather all the seriously ill patients before her arrival, and strive to keep this girl from wasting physical strength on running.

In this way, year after year, she walked through one city after another, her footprints all over the empire, and her deeds were written in various versions, and circulated in the world, it seems that as long as there is such a girl in the world, then any life that has not died will still have the meaning of persevering, because Lord Nightingale may come to her side tomorrow, and there is still hope for everything.

And just when people have gradually regarded it as a gift from the Holy Light to the world, a sudden incident pushed this girl in another direction of public opinion!

After a collective heal of more than two hundred people, a reporter from a third-rate tabloid used an unknown method to slip through the security check and come to Lord Nightingale, where he asked a question that many people in the empire wanted to ask, but no one had ever asked in particular:

Why does she always wear a mask?

And she gave a reasonable answer:

As a healthcare worker, wearing a mask is the most basic protective measure.

But such an answer obviously did not satisfy the tabloid reporter, because it seems that for a long time, people have known Miss Nightingale as an image of wearing a mask.

People want to see that face under the mask.

And in the following interview, questioning, and shirking, there may be no doubt, maybe it is a planned and practiced action countless times, in short, the tabloid reporter 'inadvertently' touched the mask of the girl in front of him.

This is exactly this time!

For the first time! Her face is exposed to the camera.

(End of chapter)