Although Mrs. Yaz was very worried, she knew that she could not show the slightest look that evoked the imagination.

The medical officer who was trusted by the Queen slowly shook his head towards her in the crowd. Often, there is only a slight hope that an injury of this magnitude can be passed safely.

Mrs. Yaz's nails were deeply digging into the cracks in the wall, and she put all the rest of her hope on Wen Lin.

Death should not be the end of Queen Vicia.

She loves this country deeply, she does everything she can to maintain the justice of the trial, she fights for a breathing space for the common people, she even uses marriage as a bargaining chip, just to end this chaotic and turbulent situation.

What's wrong with her?

Why did God let so many sufferings fall on her, the vicious curses and abuses, and the unavoidable assassinations all the time...

Obviously those people are the people of Golan, they should not be the enemies of the royal court.

Perhaps the only fault is that she ascended the supreme throne as a woman.

But it shouldn't be the Queen's fault, she's innocent, she's innocent.

Mrs. Yaz suddenly calmed down. She thought about what the Queen said to her.

"Yaz, I will change this ignorance with my own hands,"

It was clearly cool weather, but at this time, everyone gathered in the White House felt unspeakably hot, sweat soaked their clothes, and all their thoughts were moved by Vicia, who was in an unknown situation in the room.

Everyone saw the feathered arrow on the queen's chest, and she fell from the horse, gushing blood like a belated judgment.

Can she let everyone witness her unyielding once again?

Nobody knows the answer.

Just then, the door opened from the inside.

Wen Lin was full of icy suffocating energy, she looked at Francis, the regent, "Three days, block the royal court, block Brenzi,"

When everyone savoured these words, Wen Linfu closed the door again.

Francis, who had been silent the whole time, narrowed his eyes slightly, and before the Queen completely fainted, he wrote a few words in his palm-Sax.

Another life-threatening gamble.

Francis and Vicia had a high degree of tacit understanding in the governance of Z. He quickly withdrew from the crowd, holding the sword hilt in his left hand, and his tense posture seemed to be a beast ready to attack at any time.

Inside the room, Wen Lin was using a spoon to pour the medicinal soup into Visia, and without exception, the corners of her mouth flowed out.

Unable to swallow on her own, Wen Lin was anxious, she simply took a large mouthful of the medicinal soup and leaned over to cover it.

Vicia's lips were soft, but they were ice. don't know if it was because of the bitter medicine or something else. Wen Lin's eyes, mouth, and heart were full of bitterness.

The tip of the tongue carefully pried open Vicia's lips and poured the medicinal soup into Vicia's belly little by little.

Wen Lin thought about all the herbs that could be used for anesthesia, but there were none on Europa Road.

In the end, in desperation, Wen Lin could only use Dort's suggestion and pour some wine on Vicia.

Dott looked at Wen Lin's actions in a stunned manner. He closed his eyes subconsciously, but he couldn't help but secretly open the slits of his eyes.

This is no less than the impact of Her Majesty's injury on him.

How dare Your Excellency Wen Lin, how dare she!

When Dort was shocked, Wen Lin had already made preparations for the operation. She called in four or five female servants around Vicia, and asked them to sterilize them, and then bound Vicia's limbs together with herself. stand up.

The situation was critical, and no one dared to ignore Wen Lin's order.

Picking up the sharp carving knife, Wen Lin dropped the knife along the wound surface accurately and accurately under the terrified gaze of everyone.

In an instant blood spurted, and Vichy

Ya also groaned and struggled unconsciously.

The pain of slicing the flesh made Vicia start to struggle violently. Her whole body was shaking, and four or five people couldn't hold her down for a few moments.

Wen Lin's eyes turned cold, her deep voice made the maids work hard, and the movements of her hands did not dare to stop.

The cyan veins hidden under the fair skin protruded terrifying veins, Vicia opened her eyes in extreme pain, but her consciousness was not so clear.

Tears and sweat fell from the corners of her eyes, and her trembling voice was mixed with chattering teeth, and she called out Wen Lin's name very vaguely, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Wen Lin forcibly endured the tremor, her nerves were highly tense, and she precisely removed the minced meat from the wound.

Finally, while holding her breath, Wen Lin pulled out the arrow hanging with blood and minced meat.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Lin still didn't dare to relax, she picked up the alcohol and meticulously washed the blood hole in Visia's chest.

Vicia struggled again, blood slipped from her chest, and almost half of the quilt was wet.

Wen Lin's eyes were slightly red, but she was still extremely calm.

The continuous sharp pain like a tide made Visia faint again, her eyes gradually slackened, and her tensed body softened.

The gauze was firmly bandaged from Vicia's arm down to the neck. After doing all this, Wen Lin staggered back and took a few steps back.

As Wen Lin relaxed for a moment, all the muscles in her body felt a sharp pain.

Looking at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, Wen Lin realized that it was already dawn.

After taking a breath, Wen Lin turned her gaze back to Visia, her chest was heaving slightly, as if silently announcing that they had passed the first level.

After washing her hands, Wen Lin wiped her face, only to find that her face was full of wet and salty liquid.

Carefully moved Vishaya away and replaced the bed with a new mattress. Vishaya's weak but steady breathing made everyone in the room relieved.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wen Lin quickly took a shower.

After returning to Vicia's bedroom, Wen Lin kept asking Dot to brew the medicine according to the new prescription, and Jing instructed the kitchen to brew the broth according to her own method.

There was a crucial step that Wen Lin didn't do, stitching up the wound.

Vicia had lost too much blood, and at the moment when her eyes were blurred, Wen Lin was disturbed.