"Florence Nightingale, I remember that was..." There was a look of surprise on Matthew's face, and he couldn't help but look back at the man who had already pulled Lawrence to deal with the next injured person.
Nightingale.
"Florence Nightingale, it turns out to be this one... Then it's not difficult to understand why she is here to help the wounded treat their injuries." Roman, who was staying in Chaldea, showed a sudden realization.
With a look on his face, he brought up Nightingale's information.
This is an undisputed great woman, the founder and founder of medical statistics and nursing.
She was born into a wealthy family in Florence, Italy, but she chose to join what was considered a humble nurse practice at the time. She resolutely went to the front lines of the war and was known as the Angel of Crimea and the Goddess of the Lamp. Legend has it that she once talked to God.
, learned about his mission, and therefore, the British regarded Nightingale as the new Joan of Arc.
She single-handedly reduced Britain's wartime mortality rate, which was over 40% high due to improper handling, to less than 5%. Even the Queen at the time chose to applaud her in person.
"Leave the rest to Miss Lawrence and Miss Nightingale. Matthew, hold the front first and don't let anyone rush in!"
After entering the battlefield, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally saw the situation clearly.
There are more than just two forces on this battlefield. In addition to the Celtic warriors and mechanical soldiers, there are also ordinary people involved in the battlefield, that is, Americans living on North American soil in this era.
Nightingale was obviously on the third side.
"Yes! I understand!" Matthew nodded, his expression became serious, "Then, prepare to start clearing out the Celtics and mechanical soldiers!"
...
There were probably several hundred Celts, and the number of mechanical soldiers was smaller than that of the Celts. The three cavalry servants killed both sides at the same time while protecting ordinary humans.
Because Lawrence always had to open up a magic position to support the three cavalry servants, he did not choose to use too much of his magic power. Instead, he only used some less expensive medical magic to complete the treatment of injuries in conjunction with surgery.
With her here, there is no need to worry about anyone dying here.
Nightingale just followed Lawrence, cooperating with Lawrence meticulously.
It wasn't until it was completely dark that the entire battlefield calmed down.
The ordinary soldiers all left the battlefield with the help of the three cavalry servants, leaving the Celts and the mechanical soldiers still like two teams of mad dogs, biting each other at the foot of Black Mountain.
"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Nightingale." Lawrence did not feel tired. She had become accustomed to this kind of high-intensity work both before and after her death. She just looked at Nightingale with a smile on her face.
"Well, that's it for now." Nightingale nodded, with no other expression on his face, "Then, I need you to go with me to the next place where there are patients who need treatment."
Lawrence was startled, then smiled bitterly.
"I sincerely feel that your behavior is great, Miss Nightingale, but for now, I have more important things to do, and I'm afraid I don't have time to be with you."
"You should also be able to notice that, like you, I am also a servant, and I have a master to serve."
"Is your master preventing you from treating more patients, doctor?" Nightingale frowned, put her hands on her waist, and looked around with stern eyes, locking on Fujimaru Ritsuka.
.
"Ah!?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was startled and took a step back involuntarily.
"Ah, I forgot to remind you..." Roman's slightly embarrassed voice came belatedly in the communication, "According to the intelligence on my side, this Miss Nightingale is employed as a berserker.
..."
"This kind of thing should have been said earlier, doctor!" Matthew angrily condemned.
"sorry......"
Toshizo Hijikata and Artoria stood silently in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, looking at each other fiercely with Nightingale.
"It's not that my master restricted me. I understand how precious human life is and your sincere disgust for the disease, Angel of Crimea." A drop of cold sweat broke out on Lawrence's forehead and he pressed the button.
He laid his hands and signaled not to be so tense, "But there are some things I would like to ask you to listen to me first."
Nightingale's expression did not hesitate, but was as firm as ever, staring at Lawrence without moving her hands from her waist.
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Laurence. Laurence Anno Falgaard. As you can see, I am a follower of doctors and artists." Lawrence bowed slightly, full of courtesy, which is the standard.
Florentine social etiquette.
"Ah, I remember that Miss Lawrence's hometown is the same as Miss Nightingale's hometown, which is Florence..." Matthew seemed to have remembered something and hammered the palm of his hand.
"This one is my master and the last master of mankind, Fujimaru Ritsuka."
"Here are my three colleagues, Mash Kirilet, Toshizo Hijikata, and Arturia Alter."
"We belong to an organization called Chaldea. We came to this strange and collapsed era through spiritual transfer. The purpose is..."
A slightly sly smile appeared on Lawrence's face.
"Excise the disease of this world."
Nightingale's stern and slightly hostile gaze disappeared in an instant and turned into doubt.
"Lawrence... Lawrence Anno Falgault, I know that you are also a medical worker, and I will pay tribute to you here." Nightingale removed his hand from his gun.
, returned the courtesy to Lawrence, "Although I am a little curious about why you are a woman, what I want to know more now is..."
She narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean by the lesions of the world...?"
...
On the other side, Sioux City.
"We should be at a safe distance here." The man with dark brown skin put the red-haired young man on a bed and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who... are you? Judging from your aura, you should be... uh - a Servant?" There is a very obvious and huge wound on the chest of the red-haired young man, which can even be seen with the naked eye.
From there, he saw a broken heart, but for some reason, he was still alive and did not return to the Throne of Heroes. Instead, he lay on the bed and looked at the man who rescued him with difficulty.
"I am Caster's servant, Geronimo." Geronimo sat on the edge of the bed and sighed softly, "Every servant who rides is a capital to fight against that monster. I can't see you die there.
There."
"Fight with that...monster?" There was a hint of resentment in the red-haired young man's eyes, "That bastard..."
"Stop talking and rest first. I will tell you more when your injury gets better."