Since the tenth day, the situation has improved significantly, and no more deaths have occurred, and half of the patients with mild symptoms no longer have fever.

Wen Lin re-counted and found that there were 4 severe patients and 52 mild patients, for a total of 56 patients.

Lucches' condition showed the most complete improvement. He no longer had fever and vomiting, and began to recover his spirit and physical strength. With Wen Lin's consent, he put on a bird's beak burqa to recite scriptures for the dead.

This is undoubtedly an exciting thing, the epidemic has not continued to spread, and some people have been cured.

Wen Lin has obviously felt that more and more eyes are falling on her intentionally or unintentionally in the past two days, and the enthusiasm of the villagers to work has also increased.

These days, Vicia comes over every night, but only stops at the entrance of the village for a short while before leaving.

Whenever the two of them looked at each other across the night, inexplicable impatience and agitation would always flow in Wen Lin's heart.

Everything in Yinhe Village was about to be resolved, but Wen Lin hoped that it would be faster.

She actually felt a little miss for Vicia, and Wen Lin suddenly returned to her senses. She poured a handful of water on her face, and explained to herself that it all stemmed from mutual appreciation and sympathy, that's all.

Just as Brown came over, Wen Lin logically didn't think about it any further.

"Miss Wen Lin, I don't think it will take a month before we can leave here,"

Brown was excited, and the patients' conditions improved one after another. Now he is full of confidence that he can walk out of Yinhe Village intact.

"Mr. Brown, it's not that fast. Even if everyone recovers, we'll have to stay for a while, just a month."

Wen Lin also has some regrets. Although the probability of human-to-human transmission of gray leather fever is very small, for the sake of insurance, there is still a need for an isolation and observation period.

But fortunately, the patient's condition got better and better in the following period, 4 severe cases began to turn into mild cases, and mild cases began to recover.

On the 20th day, after Wen Lin confirmed that the last patient had recovered, the epidemic in Yinhe Village officially ended.

Wen Lin, who had never taken off her true face in front of the villagers, also took off her beak burqa that day.

Although they knew that Wen Lin was a woman and had a certain understanding of her in the thirty days of getting along with her, after seeing Wen Lin under the burqa, the villagers were still unable to recover from their shock.

The light that pierced through the clouds enveloped her, the wind blew her long silky black hair, tiny dust fluttered in the light and shadow around her, she held a knife, and her beautiful face was a pair of sadness and joy. Eye.

She is like a messenger between light and darkness. Light and sin are intertwined in her. She just stands there, which makes people sincerely want to follow and surrender.

Lucches was also looking at her, his usual indifferent golden pupils showed a painful and tangled emotion like the fusion of ice and fire.

Wen Lin saved herself and the believers in Yinhe Village.

The changes in Yinhe Village made Lucches deeply shocked. He observed Wen Lin's handling method. He was horrified to find that Wen Lin's posture overlapped with the image of the savior described in the Gospels.

Half of the patients in Inn River Village survived, which is a miracle that Lucches has never seen in any scriptures.

But Wen Lin is a heretic, a heresy who disrespects and does not believe in God, why did God give her protection.

Lucches began to question his assertion that Wen Lin was a heretic.

Especially Wen Lin's method of diagnosis made Lucches feel familiar. He thought of his mentor who had defected from the Holy See, Bishop Lumi.

Before sunset, Lucches, who had been silent, walked up to Wen Lin and sat down with his legs crossed.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, have you heard the name Lumi? Have you ever studied with him?"

This is the first conversation since the last time the two talked.

Wen Lin raised her eyebrows lightly without saying a word.

Lucches wasn't annoyed either, he maintained a calm expression, and the changing emotions floated in his eyes.

"My mentor, Bishop Lumi, is the savior bestowed on the world by God, but he betrayed the Holy See for a woman. I have seen the portrait of that woman, which is an oriental face similar to your Excellency,"

"So what?" Wen Lin looked at him sideways and smiled, "Did Bishop Lumi become depraved after he left the Holy See? Did he stop showing mercy to the poor? Did he stop doing good deeds?"

Lucches fell into a brief silence. It seemed that after the tutor sentenced the Holy See, no one cared about his subsequent actions. All people saw was his betrayal.

Shaking his head, Lucches said slowly, "I will always believe in my mentor,"

It's not completely unreasonable, Wen Lin smiled and continued to ask,

"Bishop Lucches, do goodness and justice only exist in the Holy See? If you don't believe in religion, then you can only call it evil?"

Just like at this moment, "I, who you call a heretic, saved you, am I doing evil?"

"What is the **** that the Holy See preaches to worship? Is it the rope called morality, the greedy desire, the attachment to authority, the thought imprisoned in the barren land?"

Wen Lin's voice was very light, but it fell into Lucches' ears, but it was like a question from the kingdom of God, so calm that she seemed to have already understood everything.

Lucches turned his head abruptly, he stared at Wen Lin, his chest was burning with fire, he shouted angrily,

"Your Excellency, the Holy See is the tower of all lofty beliefs, the palace, and the vitality ignited on all the barren and decaying plains,"

At this moment, Lucches' blood was solidified. He seemed to be in the boundless snow field. The withered weeds were blown by the cold wind. A few fir trees stood sporadically in the distance. He was stiff, as if in winter. The dying prisoner can't wait for the arrival of spring.

Under Wen Lin's questioning, his world began to collapse, and he was careful

The kingdom of faith that Wing maintained was torn apart so easily, revealing the **** darkness underneath.

Do not! not like this!

After the struggle and pain, Lucches forced himself to calm down, his eyes were filled with persistent restraint and madness, he seemed to be split in half.

Half of them are soberly looking at the corruption hidden under holiness, and the other half are cowardly huddled in the kingdom of God constructed by themselves.

Wen Lin coldly watched him struggling, watching him suffer, this was a kind of stubbornness that would make her hate it.

Wen Lin leaned to one side, like an aloof judge,

"Bishop Lucas, you are wrong,"

Lucches closed his eyes. He wanted to struggle out of the predicament in front of him. He began to read the prayer again and again.

Wen Lin laughed mockingly without saying a word.

Lucches wanted to get out, but the breath of the people beside him, her face, her voice, every word she said, and even her breath made his soul feel a deep shudder.

He was trapped in a quagmire of pain from which he could not escape.

The moonlight spread across the dark sky, and the moonlight fell on Lucches' face, making his serious face even paler.

Lucches had been sitting beside Wen Lin for a long time, from midnight to late at night.

Wen Lin thought she could wait for an answer, but she was obviously disappointed.

Lucches, who suddenly opened his eyes, was as indifferent as a stone pier under the Brenzi Bridge, he flicked his robe and stood up, looking down at Wen Lin,

"Your Excellency, I will not judge you, but outside this village, these words will undoubtedly put you in prison,"

Wen Lin looked sideways at Lucches' back, what he left behind was more like a warning, her tight lips hooked inadvertently.

Vicia, who had already arrived at the entrance of the village, looked at Wen Lin's smile against the background of the fire with an unclear expression.

She watched Wen Lin and Lucches sitting cross-legged together for a long time, only a palm's distance apart, and they seemed to have talked a lot.

Wen Lin's slight leaning to one side made Visia feel extremely dazzling, her complexion changed slightly, and her breathing sank.

Thinking that the first thing Wen Lin did after she left the palace was to bring alcohol here, a ridiculous guess suddenly popped up in Vicia's mind.

Lucches has an excellent skin, and his light blonde hair and golden eyes often make the noble ladies of the capital look at him a few more times.

And when he was wearing a divine robe, that holy and compassionate aura couldn't help making people approachable.

Even himself, he couldn't feel any ill will towards Lucches.

Vicia frowned fiercely, and her impression of Lucches changed from this moment to cloud and mud.

The suppressed anger made Vicia's breathing hot. She shook off her cloak heavily, turned on her horse, and rode away.

In the next few days, Vicia didn't show up again, Wen Lin felt strange, but no one could ask.

Wen Lin didn't think about it, she just thought it was because she was too busy with government affairs these days, and Vicia couldn't find time.

She sorted out the work in the village step by step every day, until the evening of the last day, Wen Lin thought to herself that Lucches had already learned all the steps, and she would be able to leave by herself at dawn tomorrow.

However, just as Wen Lin was contemplating, Madam Yaz's panicked voice came from the entrance of the village. She fell down from the horse in an embarrassment, without any calmness in the past.

"Miss Wen Lin, Your Majesty has been hit by an arrow,"

Wen Lin's mind immediately tensed up. She rushed to the entrance of the village and saw the large bloodstains on Mrs. Yaz's body, and suddenly felt bad.

Before she could think about it, Wen Lin hurriedly changed her clothes and rode to Wang Ting.

Wen Lin's movements were so fast that Mrs. Yaz couldn't catch up with her for a while.

The guards at the entrance of Wang Ting saw a swift black shadow rushing in, and they raised their spears vigilantly to block it.

However, Wen Lin didn't stop for a moment. She pulled out her long knife and turned her body backwards. The metal scraped with fire, and no one could stop her.

Stopping in front of the White House, Wen Lin quickly dismounted and rushed straight to Vicia's room.

The maids in the White House recognized Wen Lin's face and no one could stop her.

Their faces were as panic as Mrs. Yaz, and they recalled the large bloodstains on Mrs. Yaz's body, and Wen Lin stopped in front of Vicia's room.

She took several deep breaths before pushing the door open.

Vicia was lying silently on the bed in the middle, her face was pale with blood loss, and so were her lips.

The feather arrow on the chest has not been removed, and the wound is still bleeding.

Wen Lin's eyes were firmly locked on the arrow's position, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the arrow was shot a little above her left chest.

Just an inch away, it can pass through the heart.

The more dangerous the situation, the more sober and calmer Wen Lin became. She stepped forward and pushed the medical officer away, and quickly read out what she needed to prepare, including knives for dissection, brazier, clean cotton cloth, hot water, various soups and medicines.

Except for Dot, the other medical officers didn't recognize Wen Lin. They looked at the woman who suddenly broke in, and were about to scold the guards and drive her out.

Wen Lin's knife swept across their necks one step faster, not wanting to waste any time, Wen Lin's eyes were bright, with strong killing intent surging,

"Death or obey my orders, you choose one,"

The author has something to say: Vicia: Oh, I'm jealous, oh, I'm shot

Wen Lin: …

My Wen is about to achieve achievements: golden robe +1, royal guards +1, first kiss +1, warm bed +1

Also: Don't tempt me to drive in the comment area, I'm afraid I can't help it hhhhhh~