By August, summer is getting stronger, and the temperature in Constantinople under the Mediterranean climate has also increased a few degrees higher than before. The earth under the scorching sun began to gradually become dry and cracked, and it felt like stepping on it with bare feet.
In a burning furnace wall, there are few pedestrians on the street, only the porters in the port continue to carry materials to the transport ship under the scorching sun.
It was in this hot weather that a warship flying the British flag slowly approached the port of Constantinople and stopped at the port pier.
A British officer wearing a bright red military uniform and a group of ladies wearing simple gray dresses and buns walked down the steps to the pier.
When everyone stopped at the dock, the British officer respectfully said to a young lady: "Ms. Nightingale, I sent you here!"
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Your Excellency!" the lady whom the British officers called Nightingale bowed to the officers.
"No trouble!" the British officer responded quickly, and then continued: "It is an honor to serve a noble lady like you!"
"You are over-praising me!" Nightingale said humbly: "I was just doing my job!"
"This is where your nobility lies! Noble people never ask for anything in return!" The British officer then praised Nightingale.
As soon as the British officer finished speaking, Nightingale showed a shy smile on her face. She waved her hand and responded to the British officer: "Okay! Sir, it's time for me to go! If we continue to flatter like this, the two of us will
I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave here today!”
Afterwards, Nightingale waved goodbye to the British officers and watched the British warships leave the port.
Looking at the British warships gradually disappearing on the horizon, Nightingale turned to her friends and said: "Okay! Friends, let's go to the hospital where Ms. Vernia is!"
"Otherwise, we should report to the embassy first! After wandering at sea for such a long time, we should also report to London that we are safe!" A nurse suggested to Nightingale.
Nightingale also realized that her team had been drifting at sea for more than two months and really needed to report to London that they were safe.
"Okay!" Nightingale nodded and said, "Let's go to the embassy first to report that we are safe, and then go to the hospital!"
So, Nightingale and her party set out for the British Embassy in a mighty manner.
…
Just when Nightingale decided to go to the embassy first and then to the hospital where Vernia was staying, Vernia was immediately called to the office by the director of the military hospital just after inspecting the ward.
"What happened?" Wilnia looked at the dean in front of him with a puzzled look.
The dean who learned of Vernia's identity had now become Vernia's loyal lackey. He said to Vernia with a flattering look on his face: "Ms. Vernia, a British volunteer team is about to arrive.
In our hospital, the leader of this group of volunteers said that she is your loyal admirer, and I would like to ask you if you are willing to meet them!"
"Volunteer team?" After Wilnia thought for a while, she immediately realized that the volunteer team the dean was talking about was probably Nightingale, who wrote to her some time ago: "Is her name Nightingale!"
"That's right!" There was a brief moment of astonishment on the dean's face, and then he nodded and replied to Vernia, "The leader of this volunteer group is indeed called Nightingale! Ms. Vernia, do you think you know each other?" ?”
"I invited Nightingale here!" Wilnia replied calmly: "Originally, she planned to go directly to Crimea!"
The dean nodded and said to Wilnia in a subordinate tone: "I understand! Do you need the hospital to make arrangements for them?"
"That's not necessary!" Wilnia shook her head and replied to the dean.
Then, Wilnia returned to the office. Sitting in the office, she felt a little tired and fell asleep on the table.
When Wilnia raised her head again, she found that at some point, there was an extra person in her office.
"You're awake!" Jérôme Bonaparte, who had the newspaper spread out on his lap, raised his head and said to Vernia after hearing the movement from his desk.
"How long have I been sleeping!" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte in a slightly lazy tone.
"Let me see!" Jerome Bonaparte took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, "Only twenty minutes have passed since I entered the room.
And the time you ended your inspection was only about twenty minutes after I entered the room, which means you should not have slept for more than forty minutes!"
"That means I slept for half an hour!" Vernia said to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Yes!" Jerome Bonaparte stood up and stood behind Vernia, gently pressing Vernia's temples with his hands.
Vernia closed her eyes and enjoyed Jerome Bonaparte's long-lost service.
"Didn't I tell you! Don't exhaust yourself. Look, you are almost an iron man now! You go to bed at 2 o'clock in the morning and get up at 6:30. Are you really not afraid of sudden death?" Jérôme Bo. Naba said to Vernia in a reproachful tone.
"That's not all your fault!" Wilnia replied in a coquettish tone: "If you hadn't called me... that... (Vilnia's voice became smaller and smaller)... I wouldn't have gone to bed so late. !”
"You took the initiative!" Jérôme Bonaparte immediately retorted, "If you didn't take the initiative, it would be fine!"
After saying that, Vernia, who became angry and angry, used the usual tricks used by girls and pinched Jérôme Bonaparte's waist fiercely, regardless of his superiority or inferiority.
"Ah!" Jerome Bonaparte shouted softly, and then moved his hands away from Vernia's temples.
Vernia immediately panicked when she heard Jerome Bonaparte's scream. She quickly turned around to check on Jerome Bonaparte's condition.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she would be hugged by Jérôme Bonaparte.
Immediately afterwards, Vernia fell to Jérôme and Bonaparte's offensive.
"This is a hospital...no..."
"I just touched it!"
"No... close the curtains..."
"As you command...my princess..."
…
About forty minutes later, the room was filled with the scent of hormones and youth, and a few drops of liquid appeared on the originally clean floor.
Feeling refreshed, Jérôme Bonaparte tidied his clothes, then opened the curtains and window sills to ventilate the air in the room.
With a blushing face, Vernia took out the paper towels from the drawer, then squatted down to wipe away the liquid dripping on the ground.
After Vernia finished wiping, a doctor entered the room and announced: "Your Majesty, Ms. Vernia, Miss Nightingale has arrived!"
"Invite her in!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to the doctor.
The doctor glanced at Jérôme Bonaparte and said: "As ordered, Your Majesty!"
After a while, Nightingale entered the office.
Sitting on the sofa, Jerome Bonaparte looked at Nightingale.
Her brown hair is evenly scattered on both sides and fixed with a white embroidered bun. She is not tall, has a white face, and is wearing a long gray dress that looks particularly simple. Overall, she can be regarded as a middle-class woman with a decent appearance.
Later generations praised her for her stunning beauty.
"Ms. Vernia!" Nightingale smiled and saluted, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time!"
(After Nightingale finished these words, she smelled the remaining smell of "heather" and hormones in the room.)
"Nothing!" Wilnia stretched out her hand to invite Nightingale and said: "Ms. Nightingale, please sit down!"
Only then did Nightingale realize that there was another person sitting on the sofa.
"Who is this... sir?" Nightingale asked Jérôme Bonaparte doubtfully.
Jerome Bonaparte deliberately pretended to be disappointed and sighed at Nightingale: "Hey! Just think of me as a little transparent!"
"Pfft!" Jérôme Bonaparte's self-deprecation made Nightingale and Vernia smile at the same time.
At the same time, Nightingale also thought of what his friend Sydney Herbert, the Secretary of State for Military Affairs, told her before he left, "The Miss Vernia you want to visit is not a simple woman."
Someone! Behind her might be the Emperor of France!"
"Your Majesty!" Nightingale immediately realized that the laughing man in front of her was probably the emperor of the French Empire, and she hurriedly saluted Jerome Bonaparte.
"You guessed it so quickly!" Jérôme Bonaparte had a look of surprise on his face. He thought it would take Nightingale some time to guess his identity.
"Before I came here, my friend once told me something about Miss Vernia and you..." Nightingale explained to Jérôme Bonnet.
"This friend of yours is really powerful!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Nightingale with a half-smile. Of course he understood that the friend Nightingale mentioned was someone in the British cabinet.
Minister.
Nightingale smiled slightly and said nothing.
"Miss Nightingale, Vernia has already told me your purpose of coming here!" Jerome Bonaparte said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that someone would be willing to come from the safe rear.
Go to the front line and take care of the wounded! Miss Nightingale, I admire your behavior!"
"You are exaggerating!" Nightingale praised Vernia to Jerome Bonaparte with a respectful attitude: "Isn't Madam Vernia like me, she left the social scene in Paris and came here to take care of the wounded?