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Not knowing what she felt in her heart, Wen Lin thought of how she felt when she was thrown into no man's land by her master for the first time. The desire to survive and the desperation of dying were pervasive tormenting her.
Much like how she felt before the knife was cut this time.
Indecision, timidity and fear, these emotions seem to have not appeared in a long time.
Wen Lin looked at the lines on her palm, and at the pale Vicia.
This person should be different, Wen Lin thought silently in her heart, at least she had a hard time accepting Vicia's death.
When no one was around, Wen Lin took out the cefactin sodium that was hidden close to her and mixed it in the medicinal soup. Wen Lin kissed it into Vicia's mouth.
Different from the last kiss without any charm, this time Wen Lin's heart was beating heavily, the hot and humid breath was entangled at the end of her nose, and many images of getting along with Vicia flashed in her mind.
Her cheeks burned suddenly, and Wen Lin suddenly backed away, her heavy eyes filled with unexplained remorse and regret.
She meticulously helped Vicia to tuck the horn, and her hand accidentally touched Vicia's cold fingers.
Her eyes flickered, Wen Lin sighed softly, she sat down on the side of the bed, rubbed her hands, and then went to help Vicia to warm them.
Vicia has not yet passed the critical period, and Wen Lin has done her best to disinfect, but Vicia's wound may still be festering and inflamed after surgery. Although she has been fed cephalosporin, fever is unavoidable.
After taking a bath, Wen Lin looked in good spirits. She silently stared at Vicia, daring not to be distracted for a moment, for fear that she would not be able to deal with the fever in time.
The atmosphere in Brenzi was as dull as the atmosphere in the White House, and there were signs of the countless dark undercurrents hidden beneath the surface.
Francis has a kind and kind face, but his political skills are quite tough.
After Wen Lin reminded him, he blocked Wang Ting and Brenzi at the fastest speed, and the royal knights, who were glowing with cold light, patrolled every street.
The capital that used to be noisy in the past was very quiet at this time, and even the most lively tavern was silent.
The Holy See is still an old noble, and Vicia has already given Francis the answer.
In a luxurious manor in Brenzi, Earl Russell was pacing back and forth irritably.
"No news at all? Is it dead or alive?"
After a long pause, he said sullenly, "Maybe he is about to die,"
Grendal, who stood by the window and looked in the direction of the royal court, seemed much calmer.
"Eggs is back, which means that the queen has already suspected us. Just wait, but in the past few days, the charges of rebellion have been cast aside. If she died of assassination, who would suspect us?"
The author has something to say: Wen: It doesn't seem like a kiss can be counted as a kiss. It's only when two people are inseparable~
Still have to call for the queen,
"Your Majesty, I am also waiting for you to change this ignorance with your own hands!"
Chapter 38
At noon, Vicia started to have a fever.
She wiped her body with the hot water and alcohol prepared in the morning, and finally lowered the temperature before nightfall.
After spending all the maids, Wen Lin poured some soup for Vicia, and checked her pulse, which was much calmer and stronger than last night.
Carefully cut open the gauze used for dressing, and wash away the thick blood with alcohol.
No matter how light Rao's movements were, Vicia still trembled in pain. She groaned, opened her eyes, and subconsciously grabbed Wen Lin's sleeves.
Wen Lin, who was holding needles and threads to sew, suddenly stopped the movements of her hands.
The moment she opened her eyes, a sharp sense of oppression poured out from the bottom of Vicia's eyes, and after seeing Wen Lin's face clearly, it all turned into a soft and hazy light.
Wen Lin picked up the cotton cloth and wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead and the water at the end of her eyes. A warm color appeared on her brows, and she spoke soothingly,
"Your Majesty, there is one last step, please bear with it,"
Wen Lin didn't expect that Vicia would wake up halfway. She originally expected to wake up tomorrow night at the earliest.
Surprised by Vicia's strong willpower, a bit of distress flashed in Wen Lin's eyes.
When the person was awake, the severe pain at the wound was even more unbearable, Vicia clenched her teeth tightly, and bent her lips hard,
"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I believe in you," the voice was very soft, almost silent.
After a moment of silence, Wen Lin lowered her eyes to hide her chaotic thoughts, and picked up the cloth strip to firmly fix Visiah's limbs again.
A little surprised, but Vicia didn't struggle, not only because of her trust in Wen Lin, but also because she really didn't have the strength to struggle any more.
After tearing out a small piece of cloth and putting it on Vicia's eyes, Wen Lin began to concentrate on stitching up the wound.
The wound was swollen very high, and the flesh was rolled over, which was especially terrifying on Vichy's lustrous and fair skin.
After calming down, Wen Lin pressed down around the wound, and instantly Vicia's body tensed up, with a suppressed groan of pain.
After absorbing the blood with cotton cloth, Wen Lin began to suture the wound patiently and meticulously.
Human skin is under tension. If the wound is not sutured, the wound cannot or is difficult to heal, and the mucosa is exposed, which can easily lead to infection. Suture can effectively align and stop bleeding, and improve the speed and quality of wound healing [1].
Now countless pairs of bright and dark eyes are staring at the White House, and Vicia's dangerous situation forced her to recover as soon as possible.
The needle and thread passed through the flesh, and the muscles of Visiah's whole body began to twist and spasm, but she endured it without any major struggle.
Knotting, disinfection, medicine, bandaging, all in one go.
After doing all this, Wen Lin knelt down beside the bed and the blood dripped down her fingertips into the basin filled with clear water and quickly spread.
Wen Lin looked at it slightly, the bloody smell on the tip of her nose seemed to be more intense.
From last night to now, Wen Lin has not closed her eyes for a moment, she quickly regained her concentration, and stood up by clenching the edge of the bed.