Vicia's hands were cold, and the pulse under her fingertips was weak.

After quickly confirming the general situation, Wen Lin tore out a few long strips of cloth to hold the arrow in place, and then pressed the hemostatic point around the wound.

Let the blood flow down, I'm afraid no one can save it.

The medical officers quickly prepared what Wen Lin needed. They were surprised to find that Wen Lin tapped around the wound a few times, and the blood gushing out from the wound miraculously stopped.

Looking at this group of quack doctors, Wen Lin never felt that they were so annoying, leaving Dot to help, Wen Lin drove everyone out.

If the bleeding hadn't been stopped in time, Vicia's situation would not have been so serious.

The blood is dark red, and it is effective to stop the bleeding through the hemostatic point. There should be no injury to the artery, and judging from the angle of inclination of the feather arrow and the shape of the wound, the feather arrow pierced from the bottom to the top toward the shoulder and neck.

Not life-threatening for the time being.

But there was a very difficult problem before Wen Lin.

The shape of the wound was wrong. A normal arrow wound should be a diamond-shaped or cross-shaped wound of about one to two centimeters, but the wound on Vicia's chest was a radial wound of about four centimeters.

This shows that there are barbs on the arrow, and the number of barbs is still quite large. If the arrow is drawn, it is likely to cause secondary damage.

No one can guarantee that the arteries will not be damaged when the arrow is drawn.

The only thing left was the operation, but without anesthesia, it was difficult for Wen Lin to be sure whether Vicia could survive.

Whenever there is a little accident during the operation, it may cause massive bleeding.

Dort watched Wen Lin suddenly stop all movements, with a painful expression on his face. He carefully stepped forward, took the medicinal soup that Wen Lin had previously instructed, and said after deliberation,

"Maybe you can give medicine first,"

Wen Lin prescribes a prescription that can boost your spirits in a short period of time, which is commonly known as a life-threatening drug.

Vicia's situation could not be delayed, but Wen Lin hesitated, she was afraid of all possible unexpected results.

The important officials of the Privy Council were arguing fiercely outside the door, and Mrs. Yazi blocked the door, "This is His Majesty's order, Miss Wen Lin can drive away the epidemic, her medical skills are beyond doubt,"

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 fairness 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 befall her, the vicious curses and abuses, the unavoidable assassination 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 obviously 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 Visia, 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. I 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 slitting the flesh made Vicia start to struggle violently. Her whole body was trembling, 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 slipped 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 the lower part of Vicia's arm 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 Vicia, 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 Vicia away and replaced the bed with a new mattress. Vicia'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 boil the medicine according to the new prescription, and Jing instructed the kitchen to make 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.

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 couldn't accept 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 charming thoughts, this time Wen Lin's heart was beating heavily, the hot and humid breath was entangled in the 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 self-blame and remorse.

She meticulously helped Vicia to tuck the horn, and her hand accidentally touched Vicia's cold fingers.

Her eyes flashed, and 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 fester and become inflamed after the operation. Although she has been fed with 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!"