Queen and Her Duke

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

The first thing that needs to be solved is the extremely bad sanitary environment in the village. Wen Lin circled an area around the only well in the village. After drawing the isolation zone, a fire burned the surrounding weeds.

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

Brown was referring to what Wen Lin had asked the knights to follow to return to the capital before entering.

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

Brown was dragging the wok behind Wen Lin with difficulty, his voice sounded pessimistic, but the way he was struggling to move the wok looked a bit funny.

Both of them were wearing tight beak burqas and could not see their expressions clearly. Wen Lin deliberately provoked him,

"Lord Brown, it's too late for you to go out now,"

"No, unless Miss Wen Lin goes out with me,"

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

"This is His Majesty's order, I will follow you all the time,"

Wen Lin shook her head helplessly. Sometimes, the pure faith and loyalty and stubbornness of this era are difficult to change.

Just like Erbo and the others, they did not shake their allegiance to the Sutherland family because of death and fear.

Wen Lin walked to the wellhead in the village, threw down the wooden bucket with the rope hanging down, and poured a bucket of water into it. The water was clear and had no peculiar smell.

After confirming that the water can be used, Wen Lin used the village's crushed stones mixed 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 at Wen Lin's series of actions in a stunned manner. His hands were trembling, and he pointed at Wen Lin's muddy hands. The complicated emotions were hard to control.

Stepping forward and snatching the bucket from Wen Lin's hand, Brown started pouring water into the pot bucket by bucket, and couldn't stop talking,

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

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

The most outrageous thing is that Wen Lin's movements looked extremely skilled, as if they were used to it.

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

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

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

The person lying in the middle of the path that I saw outside the village before is dead, and the body has begun to stiffen.

She has been vaccinated against various infectious diseases, and she has also stood side by side with death in various dangerous missions. She has seen many dead Wen Lin, 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 the open space outside the village to gather.

Perhaps out of prestige to the church, the villagers were both surprised and fearful of Wen Lin, who was wearing a bird-beak burqa. No one said much, and they were very cooperative with Wen Lin's order.

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

Wen Lin stepped forward and checked his condition carefully. It was the early symptoms of gray leather fever. As long as the measures were in place, it was very likely that he would be rescued.

On the table not far away were the Gospels and several medical books. There was a large cloth bag under the table. Wen Lin walked over to open it and looked at it. It was a must for medical officers.

Some dried flowers for expelling odors, 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 holy water that has been blessed...

Wen Lin took two glances, then threw the prescription away, her eyes fell back to Lucches, and she said, "Extremely stupid,"

Wen Lin, who walked out of the house, didn't realize that Lucches opened her eyes the moment she turned and left.

After a hard cough, Lucches confirmed that the sound he heard just now was not a hallucination.

"How did the lady of the night appear here?

After confirming that he was infected, the other two medical officers left quickly. Lucas should have returned to the parish for treatment, but he insisted on staying because he believed in the teachings.

God loves the world, and all those with firm beliefs can be sheltered, and he is a tool bestowed by God to the world. They should follow the will of the Lord and try their best to exorcise the source of the unhappiness of believers.

He believed he would be able to find an effective treatment.

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

Outside the house, people who have not shown symptoms of infection for the time being have gathered together.

They wore 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 weak.

Holding the long knife, Wen Lin looked sassy, ​​even though it was a female voice, she looked quite terrifying, and everyone was shocked for a while.

After walking around the village just now, Wen Lin counted a total of 162 people who are still alive, and only the 52 people in front of her have not shown symptoms of infection for the time being.

Wen Lin divided them into three groups. They were respectively responsible for digging pits away from the water source, cleaning up the feces and garbage in the village, finding available iron pots at home and building a stove to prepare water for boiling.

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

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

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

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

Pour the cleaned filth into the dug hole and sprinkle with lime;

There are more than twenty iron pots on the side of the trail to boil water;

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

…

Wen Lin took lime and alcohol and sprinkled it all over the village as much as possible.

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

At first, they didn't know what Wen Lin wanted to do. After all, even Bishop Lucas couldn't drive away the epidemic. They already believed that this was a village that was saddled with sin and abandoned by God.

The fear of facing death for a long time made them numb, but looking at 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 despairing eyes.

With this faint hope, they began to pay attention to Wen Lin's order.

The night spread from the sky, and before the last rays of sunlight sank, the village finally stopped exuding an unbearable stench, barely meeting Wen Lin's requirements for cleanliness.

Afterwards, 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 began to let them deal with personal cleaning issues. Before taking a bath, they scalded the laundry with hot water, sprinkled it with alcohol, and went to dry by the fire.

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

Some people questioned Wen Lin, "Taking a bath will make the disease spread faster, and the harmful air will invade our body. We don't want to die,"

As soon as someone said it, more people agreed.

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

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

When they were silent, Brown couldn't take it any longer, and he started yelling from a distance,

"Untouchables, if your Excellency Wen Lin insisted on saving you, who would step into this hellish place, not only are you not grateful, but you even question her, then you should all wait to die,"

Although it sounds ugly, it is very effective. Brown's style is the style of the nobles.

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

He watched Wen Lin clean the village together with the villagers. Brown wanted to help several times, but Wen Lin righteously refused.

Although he had never heard of Wen Lin's theory, Wang Ting's medical officer Dote used the method taught by Wen Lin to heal many sick servants.

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

Without any time to rest, Wen Lin teased Brown as she began to boil the herbs.

"Please note your gentlemanly manner, Mr. Brown,"

Taking a deep breath, 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 became emotional several times, and at first glance, it was a bit interesting.

When the villagers have taken care of their personal hygiene, food and medicinal soup are ready, and they are the weight of the whole village.

The villagers who had not rested were already hungry. After seeing the bread and vegetable broth, they unconsciously licked their lips, took their weight, and started to gobble it up.

Even if the village is not closed, this is the food that they usually have difficulty eating.

After the villagers finished eating, Wen Lin assigned them the last task of the day. After feeding the patients, she scrubbed the patients' bodies with hot water.

As for Lucches, Wen Lin lowered her eyes, it seemed 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 my lord bless you,"

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

She came out and threw the old burqa into the fire and burned it. At the same time, Wen Lin did not forget to instruct Brown to wipe her 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. The villagers' houses had not been disinfected at the most basic level.

Wen Lin estimated that Ding Han would deliver 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 Lucches' room.

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

Seeing this, Wen Lin had to admire him. When grey leather fever attacks, people will feel extremely uncomfortable, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, accompanied by diarrhea and vomiting, and in the later stage, they are more likely to die due to diarrhea and dehydration, but Lucchess I still have the heart to read medical books.

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

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

Like that night, Wen Lin's voice was quite indifferent, even facing Lucches alone, she didn't have the slightest reverence for the church.

His lips moved, and Lucches asked, "Do you have a way to expel this epidemic?"

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

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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 Lucches owe him a favor.

For this kind of person in the savior-like position, a favor is enough for Wen Lin to do a lot of things.

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

"Your Excellency, what is your purpose?"

Lucches' pupils were light golden, he stared at Wen Lin, his eyes were clear and clean, even in such an embarrassing situation now, his every move was full of holiness.

Thinking of Vicia's description of Lucches, Wen Lin's eyes darkened, and her tone took on a slightly imperceptible emotion.

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

"She is a truly wise monarch, and you should choose wisely for the Golan and for the people you protect,"

Lucches was a little dazed at first. After a while, there was a hint of sullenness on his cheek, and he scolded sharply,

"Your Excellency, you are blaspheming, you have no intention of reverence, you and Your Majesty Vicia are downright heretics,"

"Are you going to put me at the stake? Bishop Lucches, what you believe in is avoiding here, and the heresy you speak of is trying to save your believers," Wen Lin asked coldly and contemptuously, her words sharp.

His lips opened and closed, but there was no sound. Lucches' body trembled violently, and he covered his eyes.

He fell into confusion and bewilderment as to why he could feel an icon-like indifference of mercy in a heretic.

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

Lucches was only twenty-seven years old, and was the youngest cardinal in the Golan, different from those stubborn, selfish and hypocritical old stubborn.

He has read more books, he has compassion for the poor, and his actions of justice and kindness have earned him countless loyal followers.

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

If the flag can stand behind the Queen, the issue of religion will be multiplied with half the effort.

Wen Lin walked to the fire and sat down cross-legged with a knife in her hand.

As soon as she stopped, Wen Lin's mind couldn't help but Vicia's face appeared. They held hands that night and looked at each other with gentle eyes.

Such as the first ray of sunshine after breaking through the storm, revealing a sultry temperature.

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

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

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

Perhaps it was because Vicia's gaze was too hot, and Wen Lin suddenly woke up from her light sleep.

She turned her head to look outside the village, her breath stagnant.

The royal knights were kneeling at the feet of Vicia, and there was no carriage behind her, as if they had come on horseback in a hurry.

It was only after she got closer to Wen Lin that she could see Vicia's icy expression clearly. Her long hair was wet by the thick fog, and it was hanging down in small strands.

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

They were separated by a distance of dozens of meters, and their eyes met in the air.

The originally quiet night was particularly solemn because of Vicia's arrival, and the silence of the two made this solemn a little deeper.

During the silence, Vicia wanted to go forward, Wen Lin hurried forward a few steps, then stopped suddenly, and said,

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

The voice was fast and urgent, Wen Lin had not ruled out the possibility of other infectious diseases, and isolation was still the safest and most effective measure to prevent infection.

The movement stopped, and Vicia laughed coldly, "Is this what your Excellency wants to do?" The unwavering tone suppressed guilt and anger.

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

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

Trying to suppress the sourness in her throat, Wen Lin patted the grass clippings on her body and solemnly gave a forehead salute,

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

Vicia's heavy eyes trembled for a moment, she looked at Wen Lin who walked back to the fire with her back to her, and felt a deep sense of loss and powerlessness.

She wanted to keep Wen Lin firmly in her palm, whether it was out of use or protection, but everything backfired.

As if the sea breeze slipped through her fingers, she could never catch it.

Taking a deep look at Wen Lin, Vicia turned around and mounted her horse. In the thick night, no one could see the messy face of the Queen when she turned around.

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

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

Guessing that it was already three or four in the morning, Wen Lin started to boil water again.

After doing this, Wen Lin's emotions were completely calmed down, the outline of the tree canopy in the distance gradually became clear, and increasingly dazzling white light shone from the sky, and it was dawn.

After calling Brown up 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 filth.

The villagers used to use the drainage channel as a toilet. Wen Lin stroked her forehead, thinking that building a temporary public toilet was obviously the top priority today.

Without letting Wen Lin call, the villagers who were not sick took the initiative to gather at 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 taking the smoke from the village of Ai Ye, and the other group put on the bird's beak burqa 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 severe cases and 62 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 was delivered.

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

Without modern special medicines, what Wen Lin can do is limited to providing more hygienic and favorable conditions for food, clothing, and housing. Whether she can survive or not depends on the patients' own immune systems.

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.

It almost includes everything that Wen Lin mentioned the day before.

Wen Lin walked over and said loudly, "Thank you all,"

Everyone's eyes were a little complicated, and there was a little respect mixed with the complexity. Before leaving, they all leaned slightly towards Wen Lin.

The villagers also noticed the movement at the entrance of the village. To their great surprise, the wine barrel was brightly engraved with the pattern of gorse.

That is the symbol of the royal family.

Is it the medical officer of the royal family? Having never heard of female healers in the church, the villagers felt mixed emotions for a while.

The preaching clergy always referred to their female monarch cryptically and told them that the Golan's misfortune was due to an unfaithful ruler.

But now, Wen Lin, who is also a woman, is treating them, and the items to treat them are also gifts from Wang Ting.

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

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

The tone of the villagers was very humble. They knew that no one would be willing to contact people in the epidemic area, with cautious apprehension and flattery.

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 plan, and the sanitary environment in the village had changed drastically from the original one.

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 under the cross and burned every day.

The shadow of death, which seemed to be far away, shrouded the land again, and it was difficult for Brown to sleep every night, and the atmosphere of death every day made him horrified.

Wen Lin was extraordinarily calm. None of the villagers who did not show symptoms of infection showed symptoms of infection in the past few days, and the dead patients were all severe, and the mild symptoms began to improve significantly.

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 unquenched bonfire under the cross is like purgatory.

That night, Vicia, who had not been there for several days, appeared again.

A faint sense of exhaustion flowed out of her eyes, and even her tense expression was a little reluctant, but her back was still straight.

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

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

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

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

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

She was planning for herself, and even Bishop Lucas could not escape the epidemic. If the royal court could drive her away, it would greatly impact the prestige of the Catholic Church.

Wen Lin stood in the burning fire, the flashing light and shadow made Visiah unable to see her expression.

Those fires seemed to be warm, and they softly outlined Wen Lin's outline.

The heart under the rib made a dull heartbeat, Vicia's lips were straight, and a soft corner in the bottom of her heart seemed to be cut by a knife. The long pain made Vicia's breath tremble.

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

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

Occasional warmth was compared to those disgusting things, which made Visia feel unworthy of mention.

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

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

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

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

Her focused gaze fell on Wen Lin for a long time. After a moment of loss of control, Vicia quickly recovered to her incomprehensible appearance. She nodded and smiled faintly.

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

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

Wen Lin: When you threw the whip and pretended to be me, I didn't see you distressed