Chapter 222 Frontline Hospital
Rose Hill grabbed her chin, turned her face, and said in a harsh voice: "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. If you don't confess, I will find you a dozen men every day."
"Isn't it nice to die on the bed?" His scarlet lips raised a dangerous smile, "Will it satisfy your needs?"
devil.
He is more terrible than the devil.
Anaxi was going crazy and screamed: "I don't know, the system only let her go to the northwest! It only let her go to the war-torn area in the northwest, and asked me to kill her! How did I find her!"
Luxid slowly walked out of the shadows, "Take me to her."
Anaxi cried: "I don't know the specific location at all! It didn't tell me where she went! She is just a virus that should be eliminated from this world! She doesn't belong here at all! Why are you so obsessed with her! Just Can’t we just let her die in the war?”
A virus that should have been purged from the world.
Such words made the three of them feel a little bit broken in their hearts.
Compared with Sera's deception, what they didn't accept even more was that she was treated as a virus and eliminated.
Rose Hill's hands shook, the calmness on her face shattered, and she said violently: "How dare you make her disappear."
What these words are fighting against is not Anaxi, but the world and even the illusory system.
Serra did not get off the train in Nyborg, but went to a small town whose name she did not even know.
This place is very close to the war-torn front line. As soon as you walk into the streets of the town, you can see soldiers and hurried pedestrians everywhere.
The air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke coming from afar.
Sierra had already thought about where she was going to stay. Carrying her small suitcase, she quickly found the local hospital.
A group of soldiers who came down from the front line occupied the hospital corridors. They were coughing and whining everywhere, and the doctors and nurses who stayed here were too busy at all.
His eyes were full of injuries, and the smell of blood was strong.
Sera stood as close to the wall as possible, her heart pounding.
She coughed slightly, attracting the attention of a nurse.
"Miss, what are you doing standing here? Are you injured? Or are you sick?"
She immediately replied: "Oh, I saw a sign on the wall near the door saying "Nurse Workers Needed".
The nurse asked strangely: "Is there any? We haven't posted any recruitment information."
This information is usually published in newspapers.
Sera replied calmly, "Well, I think I can be of some help."
She looked her up and down and felt a little familiar, "Wait a minute."
The nurse put down what she was doing and walked around her, "Have I seen you in the newspaper?"
Sera blinked, and before she could introduce herself, the other party said with a surprised look on her face: "Miss Sera? Right? The survivor who survived the shipwreck."
She actually remembered the newspaper news from such a long time ago clearly. She didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.
She nodded, "Yes."
"Why did you come here?" The nurse pulled her into a dispensing room and warned her sternly: "Don't you know how dangerous this is? People from St. Warren will call at any time."
Sierra nodded, "Yes, I think I can help."
She stared at her in shock for a few seconds, "You want to help? So you just lied to me about being a caregiver?" She thought there was something wrong with her ears.
Sierra: "Is there a problem?"
"Oh no." The nurse wiped the fabric around her waist with her hands and went to get the medicine from the glass cabinet. "I find it incredible. Very few ladies from noble families are willing to volunteer here. You have to obtain the consent of the family. Really? That Earl."
"Yeah." Sera said sincerely, "Can you please recommend it to me? I'm just here to see people suffering and want to help."
As she said this, she wanted to rub her arms like a holy mother.
The nurse put the things on the tray, turned to look at her, and said with unclear meaning: "You are really a good person."
It was beyond Sera's expectation that things went so smoothly, probably because of her title of countess. The director of the hospital quickly agreed that she would become a nurse to help here.
There were so many soldiers sent here every day that the nurses wanted to split one of them into two. With Sierra joining in, no one objected or cared.
She was given a double dormitory.
She lives with Carol, the first nurse to receive her.
The first night was not easy. It was cold and there was very little charcoal in the fireplace in the dormitory. She was shivering under the quilt.
Carol was sitting on the bed, holding a book in her hand and talking to her, "I read in the newspaper before that you are very popular with the Duke of Rosehill. He gave you the necklace he gave to his fiancée."
This kind of thing spreads so far.
Sierra touched her bare neck, "Oh, I rejected his marriage request."
Carol stared at her for almost a minute, swallowed back the sarcasm on her lips, and said sarcastically: "Rejecting the man that the entire kingdom wants to marry is a good dream tonight."
Sierra smiled, huddled under the quilt and stopped talking.
Get up the next day. It snowed heavily outside, with a thick layer on the ground.
Sierra pushed open the window and caught a few snowflakes, her fingertips trembling with coldness.
I don’t know how they reacted to the letter she wrote. They are most likely on the way to hunt her down.
Unable to help it, she shook her body.
"Sierra, put on your clothes and come quickly, we have to work." Carol called her from behind.
Sierra calmed down and closed the window.
Three patients with massive hemorrhage died in the corridor of the hospital last night. They were all soldiers whose legs and feet were blown off.
Sierra followed her example and wrapped the body, "What are we going to do with it?"
Carol: "Pile them into the cadaver room at the back first."
Sera Yiyan carried the body with her to a small building behind the hospital.
The morgue is actually in a small barn behind the building.
When Sera saw the neatly stacked piles of corpses, she felt nausea well up in her stomach, and her face turned pale, "Are all the corpses placed here?"
Carol nodded, "The nearby cemetery has run out of space recently, and we are still looking for a suitable place to bury them as tombstones."
Yes, the world modeled after the British did not know how to brutally burn corpses to ensure that the plague would not occur like the real German army did.
Unless the number of corpses exceeds the count, they always prefer humane burials.
And if so many corpses were piled up and left undisposed, there would already be a rotten smell in the air.
Like the stench of canned herrings.
Sierra couldn't hold it in even though she was wearing a mask, so she let go of the body and ran outside to vomit.
It's obviously a game that focuses on love, but the war unfolding in front of you is horrifying.
Carol patted her on the back, "So, what are you doing here, a pampered noble lady like you? You will suffer the same consequences in the future."
The week after Serra disappeared, several groups headed northwest.
The inhuman creature with a keen sense of smell along the way did not catch her scent at all, but smelled the scent of the werewolf Gale.