"Where's Sister Anna?"
Nana heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, and rushed to the door to look, but was disappointed to find that the person who came was His Royal Highness.
"She's still working, she'll probably come over later."
"Work?" Nana heard the word often from the prince's mouth lately. "You mean burning those gray mud powder?"
"For now, it is."
Nana pouted back to the table, I have a job too, she thought, stay here and heal those wounded defending the town.
"Why, are you bored when Anna isn't here?" Roland smiled, pulled out a chair and sat by the fireplace.
"Well," Nana answered honestly while propping her chin. It wasn't that she didn't want to treat those who were hurt, it was just... just, it was horrible.
She still remembered the first time she treated Brian. The man seemed to be soaked in blood, with reddish-brown blood clots coagulating on his chest, and his mouth was like a dehydrated fish, spitting out red and white blood foam opening and closing. And then... I fainted.
What a shame.
Nana raised her head, glanced at Roland secretly, and found that he was already leaning on the chair and snoring. It seems that the prince is tired too, she thought, building the city wall, training the soldiers, and protecting the town from the evil beasts, these are also his jobs.
When he asked himself to come here, although she hesitated for a long time, she did not refuse after all.
"You will also encounter things that make you want to live, even if you are struggling to live." -Nana didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but when she closed her eyes, it came to her mind She looked like Anna - those azure blue eyes were like lake water, slowly surrounding her, which was why she agreed to Roland.
She wants to be as strong as Sister Anna.
Footsteps suddenly sounded downstairs again, and Nana jumped out of the chair. She wanted to see if Anna was back this time, but was stopped by an invisible hand.
"Wait, there's more than one person."
Nana patted her chest and said dissatisfiedly, "You scared me, Sister Nightingale."
The door was quickly pushed open, and it was Brian who was stationed on the first floor, "Miss Pine, please come down, someone got burned."
This is to work, right
Nana took a deep breath, "I see."
She walked downstairs, two guards were busy carrying a man who kept screaming to the bed, and there was a small man standing next to him, his face full of anxiety. Brian stepped forward and neatly tied the injured hands and feet to the bedside. The guard then picked up the little man and walked out of the room, pulling the curtain for partition.
"What happened?" Roland asked as he walked downstairs, rubbing his eyes.
"His Royal Highness, a seriously injured person has been sent from the Beipo mine. It looks like he was scalded by something."
The prince walked over and glanced at it, "It's a steam burn, so there won't be a problem with the first machine, right? Where's the person who sent him?"
"In the hall," Brian pointed in the direction of the door.
"I'll ask about the situation, and I'll leave it to you here," Roland said, and walked towards the exit.
Nana slowly rubbed up to the man and took a look out of the corner of her eye. I saw that the facial features on his face were all glued together, the skin that should have been red turned pale after dehydration, and strands of it hung on his face like rags. There were bowl-sized blisters all over his neck, some of which had burst, and the oozing mucus, accompanied by bloodshots, soaked the pillow. Under the flickering fire, his appearance was even more terrifying than the devil in the nightmare.
She took two steps back, closed her eyes, opened them again, and her father was watching her with concern.
"are you OK?"
Nana nodded, thinking about what Roland had told her—"Treating the wounded as if you were treating small animals." She walked back to the bed and stretched out her hands.
An incredible feeling emerged from her body and gathered little by little in her palm. She saw a stream of light green fluorescent liquid flowing from her palm and dripping onto the injured person's face. Although this fluorescence is so obvious, others turn a blind eye to it. Then the wound changed, the scalded skin continued to fall off, and new skin grew at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The painful moans of the wounded gradually ceased, and their breathing became steady, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.
Nana sighed, her performance this time should have improved a lot compared to the last time, right
"My God, is this what His Highness said about the healing power? It's the first time I've seen it," Tigu Pine exclaimed, "My dear girl, you are really amazing!"
"It's the power of a god," Brian said with emotion. "It was Miss Nana who helped me when I was injured. Thank you so much."
Ah, this idiot, Nana covered her face, didn't he know that Sister Nightingale smuggled him out that day
"When was that," Tigu wondered, "how could I not know?"
"Cough... Her power has nothing to do with the gods, it belongs only to the witch herself," Roland opened the curtain and returned to the room, coughing twice to change the subject, "How is the injury of the person who sent it now?"
"It's basically healed," Brian said excitedly, "it's like he's never been injured! Your Highness, with the help of Miss Nana, in the battle of the Demon Moon, everyone has a chance to survive!"
"As long as you don't die on the spot, it's not a big problem to save your life," the prince nodded, motioning Brian to wake the man up, "Your name is Iron Head, right?"
The man called Iron Head sat up with a bewildered face, "I... Is this a dream?"
"No," Roland said, "you're still alive."
"You are...! I saw you in the square!" The man turned from the bed as if he had suddenly woken up, and fell to his knees, "His Royal Highness Fourth Prince, did you save me?"
"It was the eldest lady of the Pine family who saved you. She is a witch with healing powers."
Nana's heart tensed. Would you like to say that she is a witch so directly? Sure enough, the eyes of the other party looking at him changed, "Witch... witch? Your Highness, they are not devils..."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Tigu stood up and shouted resentfully, "My daughter has nothing to do with the devil, she is the one who saved your life. Do you think the devil will help you? "
"No, no! Please forgive my rudeness," said Iron Head, lowering his head deeply immediately. "Thank you for saving my life, Miss Pyne."
Nana suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable. She wanted to rush out of the room immediately, but a voice reminded her repeatedly in her heart, "Be strong."
After Tietou was sent away, Tigu asked worriedly, "Is this really good, Your Highness? As a result, my daughter may not be able to live a normal life."
"Think on the bright side, Mr. Pyne," the prince comforted. "Only by breaking the deadlock during this period can Nana be truly free in the future. Otherwise, as she grows older, she will be exposed one day. By then, I'm afraid I'll have to live in isolation from the world."
Really... free? Nana doesn't know, she feels very free now, but if what His Highness said can be realized, Sister Anna can walk out of the castle like herself and return to Teacher Carl's academy, right