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Chapter 118 Hold on. We still have Lord Nightingale.

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

The old woman finally raised her head and looked at the girl on the other side of the bed.

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

So who is the lady in her mouth?

The old woman hadn't recovered from the shock of the child's recovery. She subconsciously thought of a possibility, but she didn't dare to believe it. She could only stare blankly at the bed on the other side.

Then I saw a figure standing under the gas lamp, wearing only the simplest and most plain clothes, for fear of delaying the action, I took off the thick winter coat outside, and the hair was firmly tied behind the head so that it would not fall out and block the view , and will not accidentally fall on the wound.

"Parthenope! Gauze!"

The woman with the curly hair turned around and shouted loudly, only to see that she was wearing a white mask, which covered most of her face, but only the leaking eyes made the woman startled again.

"Here we come!" The girl, who was still impatient with the child on the bed just now, trotted over and pulled out an exaggeratedly large roll of gauze from the huge satchel at her waist.

Under the light, the woman's back was bandaging quickly. Under this kind of medical environment, the sanitary napkins must not be very hygienic. In short, all the sanitary napkins were soaked in a lot of blood, and the red and white patches looked shocking.

Lying on that bed was a miserable young man, because a horse was frightened and knocked him down as he was crossing the road. The horse's hoof stepped on his shoulder firmly, and together with his entire arm and elbow, he was shattered into pieces. One piece at a time, but it didn't end in death. According to the normal process, the boy should have been screaming until he fainted from the pain and then woke up from the pain, and so on until tomorrow morning.

But the strange thing is that the woman stood beside his bed, and soon, the patient's painful wailing seemed to get smaller and smaller, and it stopped completely in less than a minute, and even gradually came the sound of tired snoring .

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

And at this time, a doctor wrapped in a leather jacket not far away noticed the strangeness here. He looked over, and from the glass mirror of the bird's beak mask, he could see the pair of red eyes that were full of sleepless nights. Bloodshot, extremely angry eyes.

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

While talking, he walked towards the woman, and I have to say that in such a bloody and screaming environment, that outfit is quite scary.

But at this moment, a group of people happened to walk into the first aid field in a hurry. Seeing this situation, they rushed over and stopped the doctor.

The doctor was annoyed and wanted to break free and curse a few words, but suddenly saw the clothes of the person blocking him and the logo of the Medical Foundation on his chest, he was taken aback, and then saw an old man Walking over surrounded by a group of people, he seemed even more panicked.

He could only quickly stand up straight, lowered his head, and said softly, "Master President."

As the president of the London Medical Association, he certainly knew that these doctors had already become irritable to the extreme after working for a long time, so he didn't care about the disrespect in what the other said just now, and waved his hand to signal the other to be quiet , and then whispered something in his ear.

It should be a few simple words, but the doctor's whole body trembled violently, and then looked at the woman who was busy in front of the hospital bed in disbelief, unable to say a word for a long time.

So the night passed.

Before the snow in London had time to usher in the first rays of light, the door of 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. It could be seen that she hadn't slept all night and was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she didn't put the chairman in the house at all. In his eyes, he sat directly on the sofa and let out a tired and complaining sigh.

However, the president didn't feel dissatisfied at all. He quickly stood up from behind the desk and walked over to pour a cup of tea for the girl who was several decades younger than him.

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

The girl called Parthenope picked up the teacup, pretended to blow on it, and drank it in one gulp. At this moment, the door of the office was pushed open again.

The woman wearing a mask came in and saw Noper sitting on the sofa with no image, and glared at her angrily: "Get up!"

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

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

When saying these words, the chairman even deliberately lowered his head slightly.

For a girl who is only 24 years old, this kind of etiquette is a bit too respectful, but if this girl is Lord Nightingale, then everything seems logical.

Because this girl is a hero.

There will be heroes in every era, and even the empire has god-like heroes like Lord Dante who can give the entire era a sense of absolute security with just a pair of shoulders.

However, even so, Miss Nightingale is still the most special one in the records of the holy calendar. In fact, in the countless years to come, she must also be the most special one.

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

If Master Dante represents an absolute defense of 'power', then what Miss Nightingale represents is 'hope'.

Illness, pain, serious injury, disability, etc., among all the tragedies in the world, there is still a precious trace of hope left!In countless extremely dark nights, in countless corners of the empire, people embraced each other and persisted because of that sentence.

"It doesn't matter, 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 state, extensive burns all over the body, and other diseases that are beyond the reach of science and technology can all be cured, and it only takes a few minutes.

To explain it in a more written way, she can restore a person's body to the best state it can have at this time.

Miss Nightingale was born in a wealthy aristocratic family. When she was 14 years old, she awakened this ability. She did not even go through the contract ceremony of the Holy See. In her recollection, she said that she was in a dream with A cute little guy is very happy to get along with, so he became a friend. After waking up, he has the ability to cure all diseases.

It's clearly some sort of symbiotic relationship that the indenturers set up, but no one has ever seen her indentured demon, because, she said, the little guy was shy and didn't want to come out.

And in the beginning, no one paid much attention to this matter. Although it is rare for a little girl to awaken her contract ability without going through a ceremony, it is not too shocking. Moreover, her ability is not of the combat type, even if If it can cure diseases, at most it will be accepted by the Holy See, become a priest, and be 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 a certain archbishop, and if luck was even better, she might be the current Pope, thus gaining the supreme award and glory.

That was almost as high as the girl could have achieved.

However, the girl's next path really shocked the entire empire.

At the beginning, she rejected the Holy See's invitation with a very gentle gesture, claiming that she still needs more training and more complete medical knowledge. This reason convinced the top of the Holy See, so she started her school career , and showed a very high talent in the medical field. A few years later, she graduated from the highest standard medical school in the empire when she was 17 years old.

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

Everyone
There is no charge, no matter you know him or not, even if you are a passer-by, as long as you need help, Miss Nightingale will help you.

A small scrape, a small cold, an infectious disease, a sore that has plagued me for years, a dying child in a car accident.

These things happened in the small town where she lived. At that time, not many people paid attention to it. Maybe they just heard about it and felt lucky for those who were cured, that's all.

Until this matter is closely related to the entire empire.

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

A week later, a report was published in the local newspaper, saying that a young girl treated 37 critically ill patients last night, and finally collapsed in the corridor of the hospital from exhaustion.

Three days later, in another hospital, 42 critically ill patients who were waiting to die were discharged collectively. The accompanying picture showed several families hugging in the ward of the hospital, with tears of excitement in their eyes. In the corner of the picture, a man wearing a mask The girl was leaning against the chair by the wall, resting tiredly with her eyes closed.

A week later, the girl visited a relief home for the elderly. Before leaving, several elderly people tried to kneel in the direction she was leaving, but they were stopped by the nurses.

Half a month later, she snatched the lives of 71 people back from death in a very simple hospital in a slum.

She doesn't stay in one city for too long, she only visits the places where the diseases are most concentrated until she is exhausted, and then takes a break to board the train to another city, and so on.

There was never a moment's rest.
Gradually, her deeds spread and her name became known. A few years later, almost all the cities in the empire knew that there was such a young girl who was traveling the world, curing all diseases, asking nothing in return, regardless of her status, and willing to give up. Hard work, absolute selflessness, and fearlessness, and the medical associations in various cities have also begun to cooperate with this girl on their own. Before her arrival, they will gather all the seriously ill patients and try to prevent this girl from exhausting her energy on the run.

In this way, she traveled from city to city year after year, and traveled all over the empire. Her deeds were written in various versions and spread in the world. A life that has not died still has the meaning of persevering, because Lord Nightingale may come to you 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 to another direction in the public opinion circle!
After a mass healing of more than 200 people, a reporter from a third-rate tabloid slipped through the security check by some unknown method and came to Lord Nightingale. He raised a question that many people in the empire wanted Ask, but no one has bothered to ask:
Why does she always wear a mask?

And she gave a reasonable answer:

As a medical 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's perception of Miss Nightingale is an image of wearing a mask.

People want to see the face under the mask.

And in the following interviews, inquiries, and evasions, there may be no doubts, or it may be a planned action that has been practiced countless times. In short, the tabloid reporter "unintentionally" knocked off the mask of the girl in front of her .

Just this time!
first!Her face was exposed to the camera.

(End of this chapter)