"Modana, what are these soldiers doing?" asked a British woman in her thirties on the deck of the British merchant ship Pogarly, with her curious big eyes staring at a team of Taiping soldiers in the West Hall who were climbing onto the deck. She was wearing a long velvet lilac dress, which not only had a veil, but was quite wide. She was hanging from the collar of the surface clothes behind her back, covering her head, and also covering the entire upper shoulder part, similar to a nun's headscarf.

"Nothing, ladies with lanterns, they are just routinely checking the passing ships." Louis Modana wore a light red round neck robe, but was dressed in a Chinese-style women's clothing. Her head was also wrapped in a red turban. Women in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom dressed in this way can be seen everywhere in Shanghai.

After hearing Mogana's joking words, Ms. Na Tien said with a little discouragement: "Mogana, I didn't expect you to be so cheerful. You and your Chinese fiancé are the Chinese Tien Tien couple."

When Mogana heard the mention of her fiancé, she was not as shy as a Chinese woman. Instead, she raised her head proudly and said, "Of course, my Yao Yuan is the best battlefield ambulance officer in China, no one. Nightingale, why are you coming to China? Are you planning to run an ambulance school in London?"

Nightingale's beautiful eyes were slightly lowered and said, "When I was still in the battlefield of Crimea, I heard that the mysterious and ancient country of the East had also broken out in civil war. On the battlefield, they also had battlefield rescue, but their battlefield rescue was very successful. After returning to London, I met a woman from China. She happened to have done these tasks in your Taiping Army. She told me a lot about the key points of your Taiping Army's battlefield rescue."

Mojiana said with an oh, "Is that woman called Xuan Ji and Li?"

Nightingale nodded slightly and continued: "She often goes to and from major church schools in London. She is different from her husband. She believes in Christianity, and her husband is a Jew."

Mogana nodded and said, "I know that her husband is Clifford of the Rothschild family. Xuan Ji is indeed an excellent battlefield female rescue. She once led a logistics force composed of 3,000 women. Their job is to provide soldiers with clean food, changing shoes and socks, neat camps and first aid on the battlefield. Later, after the Shanghai Taiping Army began to reorganize the new army, the battlefield rescue was stripped away separately. The Taiping Army now has a special field hospital and field rescue. Every soldier must know simple rescue knowledge so that he can rescue himself first."

Nightingale said enviously: "People with status in the UK will not do ambulance work."

Mogana shrugged her shoulders and said, "No one in the Taiping Army would think that saving lives requires identity. They think that everyone is a brother and sister, and they all need to be safe. When the companions are injured, they must rescue them as soon as possible."

Nightingale said sadly: "It seems that I still have a long way to go to promote the medical care industry in the UK. The first thing to change is people's views. You know, those who used to rescue work in hospitals and battlefields were ignorant, rude, alcoholic, and untrained women, so the mortality rate of soldiers after being injured in the Crimean battlefield was as high as 50%.

Mogana touched her chin and said, "For the Taiping Army, this number is about 10%. Actually, I think you can promote your experience in blood transfusion. Many soldiers actually die of excessive blood loss."

"We also have experience in replenishing nutrient fluids in the body, but can blood enter codes?"

"Of course, my fiancé and my brother in Shanghai have been studying for a year and finally found out how to transfusions reasonably. Do you know? The initial idea was the wife of the King of Xi, who once predicted that there were different types of blood in the human body. Only those with the same blood type could achieve transfusions, otherwise there would be rejection reactions."

Nightingale covered his mouth in surprise and said, "I heard you tell a lot of legendary stories about the Prince of the East along the way, but I didn't expect his wife to be so outstanding."

Mogana said with a nod, "Mrs. Xiwang is as proficient in English, French, German and other languages ​​as you, and is indeed a very magical woman. Now my brother is listening to her suggestions to study Penicillium. We found that Penicillium can effectively kill those infected bacteria. If it can be purified into drugs, I believe that fewer people will die due to infection."

Nightingale's eyes were full of enthusiasm, and he looked at the vast Yangtze River and sighed: "I am even more eager to see your fiancé earlier. I also want to visit your King of the West and his wife."

Mo Jiana smiled and said, "It's soon. After passing Zhenjiang, you will reach the Duanjiang River in Tianjing, and it will take only half a day."

"Miss Modana invites you here, this sergeant will not let our ship advance again." Wilmert, the captain of the merchant ship of the Pogali, shouted from behind. Modana was a little strange and walked over immediately. The person who negotiated with Wilmert was a sergeant from the Taiping Marine Corps. Their uniforms were obviously different from the army's grass green camouflage. Their clothes were blue camouflage, which looked more handsome.

"Sergeant, I am Modana, the chief nurse of the General Manager of the General Manager. We have an approved license issued by the Shanghai Military and Political Department, and we want to transport medicines to Tianjing." Modana was slightly angry.

The Taiping Army sergeant still said with a stern face: "I'm sorry, ma'am, the order we received this morning was that foreign ships were strictly prohibited from going to Tianjing in the near future. I suggest you dock at Zhenjiang Port and change Chinese ships there. In the past, many foreign merchant ships have concentrated on changing ships there."

Mogana was very surprised: "Is there any point in doing this?"

The sergeant shook his head and said, "I don't know, ma'am, I'm just executing the order." After that, he turned around and took the soldiers off the ship, and told Wilmert to follow the Taiping Navy's Navy's guide to the docking of Zhenjiang Port.

Nightingale said disappointedly: "Is it going to take another day of time?"

Mogana frowned and said, "I think the Western King is worried that the British and French forces will go deep into the inland while they are in chaos. After all, Tianjing is not an open port city, and it has just ended a terrible military coup. I heard that many people have died."

Nightingale asked, "Is it the King of the West who launched the coup?"

Mogana just turned her head and said, "I don't know very well, it seems that it's not. I don't care much about these things, you know. When I went to see the King of the West this time, I was actually more concerned about our battlefield rescue and the doctor's uniform dress. Our clothes are very messy now and it is not easy to distinguish. I would like to suggest that the uniform clothes of the rescuers be unified."

Nightingale smiled and said, "Yes, I think the costumes of these Taiping soldiers are very strange, but the clothes for your battlefield rescue are no different from those of ordinary people. It is indeed not easy to distinguish. How do you plan to design the style of the costume?"

Mogana said: "I plan to use white as the main color of the clothing. White represents purity and cleanliness, and at the same time gives people a sense of peace of mind. It is very suitable for battlefield rescue. But you also know that the Taiping Army is very strange to be taboo on white. I need to persuade the Western King to change it."

The two women talked and talked, and the topic was inseparable from medical rescue and biological science. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the Pogali arrived at Zhenjiang Port, where many British and French merchant ships changed ships here. The Taiping Army completely closed the shipping into the inland. All foreign ships had to unload the cargo here and transported them to the inland by Chinese merchant ships.

Captain Wilmert did not lose any money. His ship was originally used to transport goods purchased by the Taiping Army's military supplies department. It was the same wherever he could ship. It would be more cost-effective if he could run a shorter distance.

Just as the Bogarli was unloading the goods, the sailors on the boat found two Chinese people in a lifesaving sampan, one old and one young, dressed as ordinary Chinese residents. Wilmert was very surprised how they came on the boat, so he asked them to get off the boat without hesitation. But the two refused to get off the boat and kept begging Wilmert to take them to Hong Kong. Wilmert is a Chinese master. It took a long time to be in Guangdong to understand the Chinese dialect of the two with a Guangdong-Guangdong accent. He insisted on refusing to agree to their requests, and he refused to take these two strangers.

The noisy sound attracted Nightingale and Modana. The two women were carrying their luggage and preparing to change to the smaller Chinese lucky boat to continue to go to Tianjing. Hearing the noise, the two women stopped. After Modana stepped forward to ask, he looked at the two strangely and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing in Hong Kong?"

The older man cried very sadly. He said that he was an ordinary citizen who escaped from Tianjing. During this civil strife in Tianjing, his family members died in the chaos. He and his son had to go to Hong Kong to join relatives there.

The two of them were crying and kowtowing there pitifully. Although Mogana has been in China for a long time, she is still not used to the Chinese people's way of asking for help. They often kneel down to force you to agree to something, and if you don't agree, they won't stand up, which troubles Mogana very much.

Nightingale seemed to have encountered this for the first time, and immediately said to Captain Wilmert: "Sir Captain, they are so pitiful, please bring them with you when you return. I will pay the fare."

Wilmert said anxiously: "Miss Nightingale, you don't know these cunning Orientals, who often don't tell the truth."

Nightingale frowned and pointed at the cross that fell from the collars of the two, saying, "They are both God-believe that they will not lie, and you see that they cry so sadly, I think the loss of a loved one must have been a big blow."

Wilmert sighed softly, "Good Miss, I hope your kindness has not been used by people with evil intentions. Okay, I will take them to Hong Kong." But Mogana didn't say anything. In her opinion, these two people were indeed pitiful.

So, with the help of Nightingale, the two refugees, who were old and young, fled from Tianjing, boarded the British merchant ship of the Bogali and sailed to Shanghai together. Then the Bogali was filled with raw tea silk and other goods in Shanghai, and continued to sail to Hong Kong. A week later, Wilmert sent the two to the preaching hall of Han Wenshan, a priest in Prase Society in Sweden. He saw a preacher who called himself Hong Renxuan to greet the two. It was not until this time that Wilmert felt relieved. The two were really here to join their relatives and felt ashamed of their suspicion. He felt that the legendary lantern goddess was still more broad and kind.
Chapter completed!