Queen and Her Duke

Wen Lin finally entered Yinhe Village, and Mr. Brown entered with her.

The first thing that needs to be solved is the extremely bad sanitation environment in the village. Wen Lin circled an area around the only well in the village. After marking the isolation zone, she burned the surrounding weeds clean.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I really hope that what you have prepared can allow us to get out of here alive,"

Brown was referring to the item that Wen Lin asked the knights to return to the capital to fetch before entering.

Dozens of beaked burqas, lime, a pile of dried herbs, and a huge iron pot for boiling water.

Brown was dragging the iron pot with difficulty to follow behind Wen Lin, his voice sounded pessimistic, but the appearance of struggling to move the iron pot looked a little funny.

Both of them were wearing tight bird's beak burqas, and their expressions could not be seen clearly. Wen Lin deliberately provoked him,

"Your Excellency Brown, there is still time for you to go out now,"

"No, unless Miss Wenlin is going out with me,"

After confirming that Wen Lin must come in, Brown resolutely followed in,

"This is an order from His Majesty Vicia, I will follow you closely at all times,"

Wen Lin shook her head helplessly. Sometimes, the pure faith and loyalty in this era are hard to change.

Just like Elbo and the others, death and fear did not shake their determination to be loyal to the Sutherland family.

Wen Lin walked to the mouth of the well in the village, threw down the wooden barrel hanging from the rope, and brought up a bucket of water. The water was clear and had no peculiar smell.

After confirming that the water was available, Wen Lin used gravel from the village and mixed it with mud to temporarily build a stove, took the pot in Brown's hand and put it on, ready to boil hot water first.

Brown stared dumbfounded at Wen Lin's actions. With trembling hands, he pointed at Wen Lin's hand covered in mud. His complicated emotions were hard to control.

Going forward and snatching the bucket from Wen Lin's hand, Brown began to pour water into the pot bucket by bucket, and couldn't stop muttering,

"How can you do these things, it is my sin to expose you to this filth, Lord, Your Majesty, please forgive me,"

What Wen Lin did had obviously had a huge impact on Brown's worldview. No nobleman would voluntarily step into the epidemic area like Wen Lin, and do these things so calmly that even the servants are unwilling to do.

The most outrageous thing is that Wen Lin's movements seem extremely proficient, as if she is used to it.

She was like a cloud of fog, Brown thought very discouragedly, maybe he would never be able to see what kind of person Wen Lin was.

"Mr. Brown, you just stay here and wait for me, don't step out of this circle,"

Brown was muttering all the time, and he seemed very excited. Wen Lin couldn't hear what he was saying. After telling him not to wander around, Wen Lin began to understand the situation of the whole village.

The person lying in the middle of the trail that I saw outside the village before was dead, and his body had begun to become stiff.

She has been vaccinated against various infectious diseases, and has been side by side with death in various dangerous missions. Wen Lin has seen many dead people, and she is not afraid.

Immediately, Wen Lin began to understand the situation of each patient from house to house, and asked the villagers who had not yet shown symptoms of infection to go out to gather in the open space outside the village.

Perhaps because of the prestige of the church, the villagers seemed surprised and afraid of Wen Lin wearing a bird's beak burqa, and no one said much, and they were very cooperative with Wen Lin's order

When walking to the last hut on the right, Wen Lin found Lucches unconscious.

Wen Lin stepped forward to check his condition carefully. It was the early symptoms of gray leather fever. As long as the measures are in place, the possibility of being rescued is very high.

On the table not far away were the Gospels and several medical classics, and there was a large cloth bag under the table. Wen Lin walked over to open it and read it. It was a must for medical officers.

Some dried flowers to expel the smell, instruments for bloodletting... Wen Lin also found a few prescriptions inside.

But the content of the prescription is extremely absurd, the hair on the heel of the goat, the blessed holy water...

Wen Lin glanced at it twice, then threw away the prescription, looked back at Lucchese, and said, "Very stupid,"

Wen Lin who walked out of the house didn't notice that Lucchese opened his eyes the moment she turned to leave.

After coughing a few times with difficulty, Lucches confirmed that the voice he heard just now was not a hallucination.

"How did the lady from that night appear here?

After confirming the infection, the other two medical officers left quickly. Lucchese should have returned to the diocese for treatment, but he insisted on staying because he believed in teachings.

God loves the world, and all those who have firm beliefs can be sheltered, and he is a tool bestowed by God to the world. He should follow the will of the Lord and try his best to get rid of the source of misfortune for believers.

He believes that he will be able to find an effective treatment.

Thinking like this, Lucches tried to get out of bed, but found that his body was weaker than yesterday, and it was very difficult to even move.

Outside the house, people who have not yet shown symptoms of infection have gathered together.

They were wearing thick linen gowns that could not be seen in color, grass clippings, dirt, and insect eggs were faintly visible on their hair, and their eyes were mostly dull and powerless.

Holding a long knife, Wen Lin's figure was sassy. Although it was a female voice, it looked quite scary, and everyone was shocked for a while.

Walking around the village just now, Wen Lin calculated that there are a total of 162 people who are still alive, and only the 52 people in front of them have not shown symptoms of infection.

Wen Lin divided them into three groups, who were responsible for digging pits at the downwind vents away from the water source, cleaning up fecal garbage in the village, finding available iron pots at home, and building stoves to prepare for boiling water.

Brown stood far away by the well water, Wen Lin didn't allow him to get close to anyone, and arranged a task for him to prepare food.

Pressing hard on his left chest, Brown felt like he was about to suffocate

No, Miss Wen Lin actually had close contact with so many villagers in the epidemic area, but he had no choice but to pray. It was the first time he found himself so useless.

Fortunately, the villagers were cooperative, and soon began to move, perhaps because they were afraid of Wen Lin's black robe, or the long knife in her hand.

Pour the cleaned up dirt into the dug pit and sprinkle with lime;

Boil water in more than twenty iron pots on scattered racks beside the path;

Take the dead body to the village and burn it under the cross;

……

Wen Lin took lime and alcohol and sprinkled as much as possible in every corner of the village.

During this period, the villagers quietly looked at Wen Lin and Brown. The consciousness of unconditionally obeying the orders of the superiors had been deeply engraved in their bones.

At the beginning, they didn't know what Wen Lin wanted to do. After all, even Bishop Lucchese couldn't drive the disease away. They already believed that this was a village that was abandoned by God with its sins.

Facing the fear of death for a long time made them numb, but seeing Wen Lin's actions, they were instantly confused.

Is there anyone else willing to come and treat them?A gleam of light gradually appeared in the empty and desperate eyes.

With this little hope in mind, they began to pay more attention to Wen Lin's orders.

The night spread from the sky, and before the last ray of sunlight sank, the village finally stopped emitting the unbearable stench, barely meeting Wen Lin's clean and tidy requirements.

Then Wen Lin asked them to move all the patients into the house on the right, separating them from the unaffected villagers.

After doing all this, Wen Lin asked them to deal with personal cleaning issues again. Before taking a bath, they scalded the change of clothes with hot water, sprinkled them with alcohol, and dried them by the fire.

Long hair that is difficult to wash, nails with deep dirt, all of which must be cut off.

Someone questioned Wen Lin, "Taking a bath will make the disease spread faster, harmful air will invade our body, we don't want to die,"

Once someone speaks, more people will follow.

Wen Lin frowned, and explained in a low voice that the illness has nothing to do with bathing, but more to do with the dirty environment.

This is a set of theories completely different from what the church medical officials said, and the villagers obviously don't believe it.

When they were silent, Brown couldn't bear to watch, and from a distance he began to curse,

"Untouchables, if it wasn't for Your Excellency Wen Lin who insisted on saving you, who would step into this ghostly place, not only are you not grateful, but even question her, then you all wait to die."

Although the words are ugly, they are very effective. Brown's behavior is the usual style of nobles.

Angrily stirring the food in the big iron pot, Brown's anger reached its peak.

He watched Wen Lin helplessly clean the village with the villagers. Several times Brown wanted to come forward to help, but Wen Lin refused with righteous words.

Although he had never heard of the set of theories Wen Lin said, the royal medical officer Dot used the method Wen Lin taught to heal many sick servants.

Brown didn't realize at all that he had a high degree of trust in Wen Lin.

Without any time to rest, Wen Lin teased Brown while starting to brew herbs,

"Mr. Brown, please take care of your gentlemanly demeanor,"

Exhaling heavily, Brown turned his face away, obviously not wanting to answer Wen Lin's words.

Brown's image in the royal court has always been stable and reliable, but today he got emotional several times, and at first glance, he was actually somewhat interesting.

After the villagers have taken care of their personal hygiene issues, the food and medicinal soup are also prepared, and they are for the whole village.

The villagers who hadn't rested were already hungry. After seeing the bread and vegetable broth, they unconsciously licked their lips, stepped forward to take their own weight, and started to eat voraciously.

Even if the village is not closed, this is food that is difficult for them to eat normally.

After the villagers finished eating, Wen Lin assigned them the last task of the day. After feeding the patients, they would scrub their bodies with hot water.

As for Lucchese, Wen Lin lowered her eyes, it seemed that she could only go there by herself.

The food obviously broke the last defense of the villagers. After a full meal, some villagers made prayer gestures towards Wen Lin and Brown one after another.

"May the Lord bless you all,"

Nodding slightly, Wen Lin didn't say much. After the villagers left, she went to the temporary triangular tent to change into a bird's beak burqa.

Wen Lin came out and threw the old burqa into the fire and burned it. At the same time, Wen Lin did not forget to tell Brown to wipe his whole body with alcohol before putting on a new burqa.

The last bit of alcohol was left by Wen Lin on purpose. Two barrels of alcohol were not enough, and the villagers' houses hadn't been disinfected at the most basic level.

Wen Lin reckoned that Ding Han should have delivered the newly extracted alcohol by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.

While thinking about it, Wen Lin picked up the food and medicinal soup, and walked towards Lucchese's room.

When Wen Lin arrived, he was sitting at the table, supporting his upper body with his hands with difficulty, his face was pale, and his head was covered in cold sweat.

Seeing this, Wen Lin had to admire him. When gray leather fever broke out, people would feel extremely uncomfortable. It was hot and cold, accompanied by diarrhea and vomiting. In the later stage, it was more likely that they would die of dehydration due to diarrhea, but Lucches He even thought about reading medical classics.

She unceremoniously stepped forward and swept the few books aside, put the food and medicinal soup in front of Lucches,

"Bishop Lucchese, eat them if you want to live,"

Just like that night, Wen Lin's voice was quite indifferent, even if she faced Lucches alone, she didn't have any reverence for the church.

His lips moved, and Lucchese asked, "Your Excellency, do you have a way to expel this disease?"

"No," Wen Lin was still very indifferent, she paused, and added, "But it can save more patients with mild symptoms, such as you,"

Plus

The words that came were more provocative, but Wen Lin didn't care, she didn't have a good impression of the Catholic Church, her purpose was just to make Lucchese owe him a favor.

For a person like a savior, a favor is enough for Wen Lin to do many things.

Hearing that Lucches fell silent, Wen Lin was different from anyone he had ever seen, he couldn't help asking,

"Your Excellency, what is your purpose?"

Lucchese's pupils were pale golden. He stared at Wen Lin with clear and clean eyes. Even in such an embarrassing situation, every move was full of holiness.

Thinking of Visia's description of Lucchese, Wen Lin's eyes darkened, and her tone of voice was slightly imperceptible,

"Division and turmoil imply a lot of pain and misfortune. Golan's sharp blade should turn from his own chest to the surrounding wolves. Bishop Lucchese, I hope you can stand behind His Majesty Vicia,"

"She is a truly wise monarch, for Golan, for the people you protect, you should make a wise choice,"

Lucches was a little dazed at first, but after a while, there was a sullen look on his cheeks, and he scolded sharply,

"Your Excellency, you are blasphemy, you have no sense of reverence, you and His Majesty Vicia are outright heretics,"

"Are you going to send me to the stake? Bishop Lucchese, what you believe in is avoiding this place, and the heresy you speak of is trying to save your believers," Wen Lin asked coldly and contemptuously, with sharp words.

The lips opened and closed, but there was no sound. Lucchese's body trembled violently, and he covered his eyes.

He fell into confusion and bewilderment, why he would feel the almost indifferent mercy like an icon in a heretic.

Wen Lin walked out calmly. She looked up in the direction of the capital and sighed.

Lucchese is only 27 years old, the youngest cardinal in Golan, and he is different from those obstinate, selfish and hypocritical old stubborn.

He has read more books, he sympathizes with the poor, and his righteous and kind actions have won him countless loyal followers.

There is no doubt that he is a banner of the Catholic Church in the Golan, a banner that represents light.

If this flag can stand behind the Queen, issues related to religion will get twice the result with half the effort.

Wen Lin walked to the fire, leaned on a knife, and sat down cross-legged.

As soon as she stopped, Visia's face appeared in Wen Lin's mind uncontrollably, the hands they held that night, and the gentle eyes they looked at each other.

Like the first ray of sunshine after breaking through the storm, it reveals a sultry temperature.

Letting her thoughts run wild, Wen Lin sat by the fire and slowly closed her eyes.

The dense fog gradually lifted at night, and the fire flickered in the village, but it didn't feel cold.

Weisia didn't know when she came. She stood outside the white line drawn by Wen Lin with lime, her gloomy eyes quietly watching Wen Lin beside the fire.

Perhaps it was because Visia's gaze was too hot, Wen Lin woke up suddenly from a light sleep.

She turned her head and looked out of the village, her breath stagnant.

The royal knights were kneeling at Visia's feet. There was no carriage behind her, and she seemed to have rushed here on horseback in a hurry.

It was only when Wen Lin got closer that she could see Visia's icy expression clearly. Her long hair was wet by the thick fog, and it was forming a little wisp and hanging down limply.

Her fingertips trembled, and Wen Lin felt a little guilty for no reason, mixed with a little helplessness.

With a distance of tens of meters, their eyes met in the air.

The originally quiet night was extraordinarily dignified because of Vicia's arrival, and the silence between the two of them made the dignified a bit deeper.

During the silence, Visia wanted to move forward, but Wen Lin hurried forward a few steps, then stopped abruptly, and said,

"Your Majesty, don't approach, don't cross the white line,"

The voice was fast and urgent. Wen Lin has not yet ruled out the possibility of other infectious diseases. Isolation is still the safest and most effective measure to prevent infection.

The movement stopped, and Weisia smiled coldly, "Is this what your Excellency wants to do?" The unruffled tone suppressed the predation and anger.

Clenching the long knife in her hand, Wen Lin maintained an unwavering expression. The others clearly felt Visia's anger, and they lowered their heads in fear.

But Wen Lin could see worry and fear from the wrinkles between her brows.

Trying her best to suppress the soreness in her throat, Wen Lin patted the grass clippings on her body, and solemnly saluted her forehead,

"Yes, this is what I want to do, Your Majesty, go back,"

Visia's heavy eyes trembled for a moment, and she looked at Wen Lin who walked back to the fire with her back to her, feeling deeply bewildered and powerless.

She wanted to firmly control Wen Lin, whether it was for use or protection, but it always backfired.

Like the sea breeze slipping through her fingers, she will never be able to catch it.

After taking a deep look at Wen Lin, Visia turned and mounted her horse. In the thick night, no one saw the queen's messy face when she turned around.

The rapid sound of horseshoes sounded, and after a while, the village returned to silence again.

Wen Lin couldn't sleep anymore, so she simply got up and added some firewood to each fire.

Estimating that it was already three or four o'clock in the morning, Wen Lin started to boil water again.

After doing this, Wen Lin's mood completely calmed down. The outline of the treetops in the distance gradually became clear, and more and more dazzling white light shone from the sky, and it was dawn.

After calling Brown to prepare food, Wen Lin walked around the village two or three times, and finally made a mark in front of a bush.

There is a public drainage channel in the village, but it is blocked by gravel and dirt, and it cannot be used until it is dredged today.

The villagers habitually use the drains as toilets. Wen Lin stroked her forehead, thinking that building a temporary public toilet is obviously the top priority today.

Wen Lin didn't let Wen Lin call, one after another, villagers who were not sick took the initiative to gather in the open space yesterday.

The people were still divided into three groups, one group was responsible for digging holes and dredging the canals at the location designated by Wen Lin, one group was responsible for fumigation with mugwort leaves in the village, and the other group put on beak burqas and followed Wen Lin to check the patient's condition .

According to the severity of the symptoms, Wen Lin reassigned all the patients to rooms.

There are 48 people with severe cases and 62 people with mild cases. The situation is not optimistic.

In addition to the medicinal soup and food three times a day, Wen Lin also instructed the villagers to feed light salt water every half an hour, and to wipe the patient's body with alcohol six times a day after the alcohol arrived.

During this period, Wen Lin guided the villagers to understand some basic hygiene knowledge.

Without modern special medicines, what Wen Lin can do is to provide more hygienic and better conditions in terms of food, clothing, and housing. Whether she can survive can only rely on the patients' own immune system.

Near noon, Ding Han brought twenty barrels of alcohol. To Wen Lin's surprise, Mrs. Yaz also came. She brought a lot of food, clothes, herbs, lime, and even soft bedding.

Almost everything that Wen Lin mentioned the day before was needed.

Wen Lin walked over and thanked loudly, "Thank you everyone,"

Everyone's eyes were a bit complicated, and there was a bit of respect mixed with the complexity. Before they left, they all bent towards Wen Lin in unison.

The villagers also noticed the movement at the entrance of the village, and to their great surprise, there was a gorse pattern engraved on the wine barrel.

It is a symbol of the royal family.

Could it be that the royal medical officer has come?Having never heard of a female healer in the church, the villagers had mixed emotions for a while.

The preaching priests always mentioned their female monarch cryptically, and told them that the misfortunes of the Golan were all because of a ruler who was unfaithful to the gods.

But now, Wen Lin, who is also a woman, is rescuing them, and the items for rescuing them are also bestowed by the royal court.

They watched Brown move things in little by little, hesitated for a while, and walked carefully to a position one meter away from Wen Lin,

"If you don't mind, we can go up and help,"

The villagers' tone was very humble. They knew that no one would be willing to contact people in the epidemic area, and they were cautiously apprehensive and flattering.

Wen Lin nodded in agreement, but out of caution, he called Brown back.

Brown has not been vaccinated, and it is safer to avoid direct contact with the villagers.

In the next few days, everything went according to Wen Lin's expected plan, and the sanitation environment in the village has undergone earth-shaking changes from the beginning.

However, before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, critically ill patients began to die one after another.

For three consecutive days, about ten people were carried to the cross and burned every day.

The shadow of death, which seemed to be going away, shrouded the land again. Every night, Brown could not sleep, and the atmosphere of death every day made him shudder.

Wen Lin was exceptionally calm. None of the villagers who did not show symptoms of infection showed symptoms of infection in the past few days, and the patients who died were all seriously ill, and the mild ones began to show signs of improvement.

After investigation, no signs of other infectious diseases were found.

This shows that her measures are effective, and then she just needs to wait until the patient recovers or dies.

But to others, the never-extinguished bonfire under the cross is like purgatory.

That night, Vicia, who hadn't appeared for several days, reappeared.

A faint sense of fatigue flowed out from the bottom of her eyes, and even her tense expression was a little bit reluctant, but her back was still straight.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, don't be stubborn, come out," there was no concealed sense of oppression under the gentle voice.

There was a momentary blank in Wen Lin's mind, she walked forward slowly, took off the beak mask on her face, and showed a comforting smile,

"Your Majesty, I firmly believe that your mercy will bring hope to this land again,"

"You should believe me, things are slowly getting better,"

In just two sentences, Vicia understood Wen Lin's true intentions.

She was plotting for herself. Even Bishop Lucchese could not escape the disease. If the royal court could drive her away, it would have a great impact on the prestige of the Catholic Church.

Wen Lin stood in the burning fire, and the flickering light and shadow made Weisia unable to see her expression clearly.

Those fires seemed to be warmed up, softly outlining Wen Lin's outline.

The heart under the ribs made a dull beating sound, Visia's lips were stretched straight, a soft corner deep in her heart seemed to be cut by a knife, and the long pain made Visia's breathing tremble.

In her long and dark time full of hardships in the past twenty years, Wen Lin was like a burst of fire, dazzling and warm.

But there are power, conspiracy, calculation, hatred between them...

Compared with those disgusting things, the occasional warmth makes Vicia feel inferior.

Yaz stood on one side, her eyebrows furrowed deeply. She had never seen such a heavy expression on His Majesty Vicia's face, as if she was being pressed by a huge boulder on her shoulders. Her back was slightly bent, suppressing The sorrow of the night is mixed with the silent escape of the night.

Wen Lin seemed to have sensed something, the smile on her face faded, and she began to explain with a serious face,

"Although some people died, the patients with mild symptoms are getting better, and the hope of their recovery is very high,"

"One month, Your Majesty, give me another month,"

The focused eyes fell on Wen Lin for a long time, and after a moment of losing control, Visia quickly recovered into an unfathomable appearance. She nodded and smiled faintly,

A somewhat hoarse answer, "I believe in you, Your Excellency,"

The author has something to say: Vicia: I feel bad

Wen Lin: Back then when you whipped the whip and pretended to be me, I didn't see you feeling distressed