The night spread out 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 shower, they scalded the change of clothes with hot water, sprinkled alcohol, and dried them 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 haven't rested have long been hungry. After seeing the bread and vegetable broth, they licked their lips unconsciously, took their own weight, and began to devour it.

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 full of 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. In the later stage, they are more likely to die due to diarrhea and dehydration, but Lucches 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 patients with mild symptoms, such as you,"

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The sentence that came was more like a provocation, but Wen Lin didn't care, she didn't like the Grand Catholic Church, her purpose was just to make Lucches owe him a favor.

For such a person in the status of a savior, 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 color, he stared at Wen Lin, his eyes were clear and clean, even in such an embarrassing situation, 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 are a sign of many pains and misfortunes. Golan's sharp blade should turn from his chest to the surrounding jackal, Bishop Lucches, I hope you can stand behind Your 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 anger on his cheeks, and he scolded sharply,

"Your Excellency, you are blaspheming, you have no sense 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.