By August, the summer heat had intensified, and the temperature in Constantinople, under the Mediterranean climate, had risen a few degrees compared to before. The scorched earth felt like stepping on a blazing furnace wall, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Only the porters at the port, under the scorching sun, tirelessly transported supplies onto the transport ships.
It was in this sweltering weather that a warship bearing the British flag slowly approached the port of Constantinople and docked at the pier.
A British officer, clad in a bright red uniform, alongside a group of ladies wearing simple gray dresses and hair buns, descended the steps to the dock.
Once everyone was on the dock, the British officer respectfully addressed a lady, "Miss Nightingale, I've brought you here!"
"Thank you for the trouble, sir!" The lady, referred to as Nightingale by the British officer, bowed to him and said.
