He took out the mashed anti-inflammatory herbs that he had prepared, and instructed Bessie and Namar to rub it on Wen Lin regularly.

"Are you a doctor from the East?" After finishing everything, the medical officer suddenly turned his head and asked.

Previously, he was skeptical about the herbal usage that Wen Wen said, but after this time it was really used on Wen Lin and it was effective, the medical officer could not restrain his curiosity.

Use alcohol to wipe the forehead, neck, groin and other parts to cool down, and then sterilize and disinfect with the juice leaves of white juniper leaves and foregrass to effectively prevent the wound from continuing to deteriorate.

Although Dort had heard about Wen Lin's outstanding performance in the arena, he still couldn't help asking about Wen Lin's occupation.

If all the methods Wen Lin knew were effective, it would mean countless lives that could be saved.

It may sound whimsical, but Dort has an intuition that can be trusted in Wen Lin.

Smiling disapprovingly, Wen Lin spread her hands and said, "No, I just know how to use some herbs. If you need it, I don't mind telling you when I'm full,"

When performing different tasks, Wen Lin often faces various dangerous situations alone, and being familiar with various basic treatment methods is the most basic way to save her life.

What Wen Lin knew was far more than just a few herbs, but she wasn't going to reveal it all, and she would never reveal some trump cards until necessary.

When the body was in a relaxed state, the hunger was even more obvious, and Wen Lin's stomach couldn't stop gurgling.

Maybe she has never met a patient as straightforward as Wen Lin. Dot's face flushed, and she hurriedly motioned for Bessie to bring the food.

A bowl of porridge made of fish meat does not taste good.

When Wen Lin felt extremely resentful in her heart, Dot explained, "You just woke up, and liquid food will help you recover,"

After thinking for a while, Dot continued to say intimately, "The usage of herbs is not in a hurry. I will ask for advice when your Excellency is fully recovered."

Wen Lin nodded in agreement, she couldn't help but feel a little more favorable towards the blond young medical officer.

The tiredness that she had endured filled the air, and she soon fell asleep again.

The Queen, who was handling government affairs in the White House, immediately received news of Wen Lin's recovery, but some thorny issues prevented her from going away.

The Sistine embassy remained in the capital, and the Holy See also sent a message, and they needed a reasonable explanation and compensation from Golan.

The implication is to urge Vicia to agree to the marriage as soon as possible.

"Humphs, any clues about the assassination?"

Vicia squeezed the documents on the table and asked. In her impression, most of the assassinations were related to the Catholic Church, and Vicia believed that this time was no exception.

As long as she finds evidence that the Holy See is related to this assassination, Vicia will have another bargaining chip.

Unfortunately, Vicia's right-hand man in the past pursed his lips this time and slowly shook his head.

The Queen's inspection route is open to the public, and any Catholic in the Golan may be the murderer.

Humphreys tracked down all the details of what might have been anomalous, everything seemed reasonable, and they had no clue.

Fingers crossed, sharp eyes slowly swept across everyone's face, Vicia said with a smile,

"So powerlessness is the result of what you told me?"

Hanvers hesitated for a moment before saying, "No, Your Majesty, do we want to meet someone in the palace this time?"

"Who?"

"Lord Wen Lin, she should have watched the whole thing at the port that night, maybe she can provide some useful details,"

Hearing this, Vicia gently put down the quill in her hand, her stern face seemed to think of interesting things, and her facial lines softened a little in the shadows.

"Yes, but not today, she needs to rest,"

Humphreys nodded to indicate that he knew, turned and walked away quickly, and was stopped again as soon as he reached the door.

"Wait, and... Liberty and the crew of the Liberty, you will arrange a place for them in the capital,"

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

The figure of Hanvers quickly disappeared from view, Vicia pondered for a moment, then simply stood up, picked up the wine glass on the table and sipped slowly.

Then he walked slowly to the window and looked towards the right side of the garden.

That's the direction of Wen Lin's room.

chapter Ten

The icy moonlight quenched a layer of sharp light on the guards guarding the front of the hall. The luxurious skirt was hidden in the shadow behind the stone pillar, and he walked up the stone steps without haste.

"Crack," was the tiny scratching sound of the long knife unsheathed.

"Your Majesty, the second appraisal is still fruitless. The best blacksmith in Golan can't tell the material of this strange knife, only that the flexibility, hardness and strength of this knife are much higher than other cold weapons."

The cold wind blew up Vicia's blonde hair, drawing a cool arc in the night.

Yaz looked at the brooding Vehia, hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I went to check it, Livor's long one. There was one part of the gun that was almost cut in half by this knife, but the blade of this knife had no flaws. damage,"

Reaching out to take the knife in Yazi's hand, Visia cast her gaze into the black sky covered in the distance, just like her mood at this time.

Silently walking through the corridor and through the courtyard, Vicia looked at the closed door, suddenly stopped and said, "Mrs. Yaz, you go back to the White House first,"

The footsteps behind her faded away, and Visia clenched the knife in her hand and pushed open the door.

The lamp was on, but no one was there.

Vicia walked in slowly, her eyes swept across the empty table and the clean and tidy bed.

After standing there for a while, she suddenly approached the bed, slowly sat down on the side of the bed, and flicked the soft pillow.

Then he got up and closed the door and left, walking towards the River Thame outside the castle.

Unsurprisingly, in the sparse firelight, the sound of brisk laughter gradually became clear.

Wen Lin was being wrapped in a soft blanket, revealing the top of her fluffy head. Bessie and Namaner seemed to be following her instructions, roasting some invisible food on the bonfire.