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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.
Clenching the long knife in her hand, Wen Lin maintained her 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 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 dark 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 clearer, and more and more dazzling white light shone from the sky, and it was dawn.
After calling Brown up to prepare the 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 can only depend on the patients' own immune systems.
Near noon, Ding Han brought 20 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 pattern of gorse was brightly engraved on the wine barrel.