When Wen Lin woke up, she was in a large and bright room.

He was covered with a soft velvet quilt, and the soft drapery around the bed swayed gently in the wind, blocking the harsh midday sun.

She wanted to sit up, but found that her body was outrageously sore.

"Is there anyone?" The voice was also very dry, as unpleasant as the rattling sound of a broken old machine.

Fortunately, someone responded immediately, it was Bessie and Namar.

When they saw Wen Lin awake, they couldn't hide their excitement. One of them stepped forward to help her up, and the other went to carry the water. The whole process couldn't stop thinking.

Wen Lin listened quietly, and quickly got a general idea of ​​the current situation.

She was in a coma for five days, during which she had a high fever for three days, and finally managed to reduce the fever by adopting the method she had taught the medical officer before.

Fever is a very common symptom in modern times, but here, it is a serious illness that can easily kill people. Bessie patted her chest with lingering fear when she said this.

During this time, Bessie heard about Wen Lin's amazing deeds, and then thought of Wen Lin's unique temperament, she naturally gave birth to a little sense of honor to serve Wen Lin.

Especially now that Wen Lin's identity is different from the past, the queen announced that she is a traveler from the far east and a warrior who saved the queen during the assassination.

In return, Wen Lin was allowed to stay in the royal court to recover, and her movements were no longer restricted, and she could move freely in the open area of ​​the castle.

The changes brought about by the change of identity are obvious. Currently, Wen Lin's arrangements for accommodation, food, utensils and other specifications are equivalent to those of the viscounts in the capital.

Bessie could never have imagined that a pirate could have such an honor.

Especially since she's a woman.

Bessie and Namar were chatting, and Wen Lin extracted bits and pieces of information that might be useful.

It didn't take long for Doctor Dot to arrive with the prepared food.

Smelling the aroma of the food, Wen Lin touched her flat stomach, and suddenly felt hungry.

But Dort made it clear that it must be diagnosed and treated first.

People were under the roof and had to bow their heads, so Wen Lin had no choice but to let the medical officer check first.

In fact, since she woke up, she has felt the state of her body, except for excessive weakness, muscle strain, and some more serious wounds, her physique is not a big problem, and she can take good care of it later.

Dort checked it carefully and found nothing wrong.

He took out the mashed anti-inflammatory herbs that he had prepared, and instructed Bessie and Namar to rub it on Wen Lin regularly.

"Are you a doctor from the East?" After finishing everything, the medical officer suddenly turned his head and asked.

Previously, he was skeptical about the herbal usage that Wen Wen said, but after this time it was really used on Wen Lin and it was effective, the medical officer could not restrain his curiosity.

Use alcohol to wipe the forehead, neck, groin and other parts to cool down, and then sterilize and disinfect with the juice leaves of white juniper leaves and foregrass to effectively prevent the wound from continuing to deteriorate.

Although Dort had heard about Wen Lin's outstanding performance in the arena, he still couldn't help asking about Wen Lin's occupation.

If all the methods Wen Lin knew were effective, it would mean countless lives that could be saved.

It may sound whimsical, but Dort has an intuition that can be trusted in Wen Lin.

Smiling disapprovingly, Wen Lin spread her hands and said, "No, I just know how to use some herbs. If you need it, I don't mind telling you when I'm full,"

When performing different tasks, Wen Lin often faces various dangerous situations alone, and being familiar with various basic treatment methods is the most basic way to save her life.

What Wen Lin knew was far more than just a few herbs, but she wasn't going to reveal it all, and she would never reveal some trump cards until necessary.

When the body was in a relaxed state, the hunger was even more obvious, and Wen Lin's stomach couldn't stop gurgling.

Maybe she has never met a patient as straightforward as Wen Lin. Dot's face flushed, and she hurriedly motioned for Bessie to bring the food.

A bowl of porridge made of fish meat does not taste good.

When Wen Lin felt extremely resentful in her heart, Dot explained, "You just woke up, and liquid food will help you recover,"

After thinking for a while, Dot continued to say intimately, "The usage of herbs is not in a hurry. I will ask for advice when your Excellency is fully recovered."

Wen Lin nodded in agreement, she couldn't help but feel a little more favorable towards the blond young medical officer.

The tiredness that she had endured filled the air, and she soon fell asleep again.

The Queen, who was handling government affairs in the White House, immediately received news of Wen Lin's recovery, but some thorny issues prevented her from going away.

The Sistine embassy remained in the capital, and the Holy See also sent a message, and they needed a reasonable explanation and compensation from Golan.

The implication is to urge Vicia to agree to the marriage as soon as possible.

"Humphs, any clues about the assassination?"

Vicia squeezed the documents on the table and asked. In her impression, most of the assassinations were related to the Catholic Church, and Vicia believed that this time was no exception.

As long as she finds evidence that the Holy See is related to this assassination, Vicia will have another bargaining chip.

Unfortunately, Vicia's right-hand man in the past pursed his lips this time and slowly shook his head.

The Queen's inspection route is open to the public, and any Catholic in the Golan may be the murderer.

Humphreys tracked down all the details of what might have been anomalous, everything seemed reasonable, and they had no clue.

Fingers crossed, sharp eyes slowly swept across everyone's face, Vicia said with a smile,

"So powerlessness is the result of what you told me?"

Hanvers hesitated for a moment before saying, "No, Your Majesty, do we want to meet someone in the palace this time?"

"Who?"

"Lord Wen Lin, she should have watched the whole process at the port that night, maybe she can provide some useful details,"

Hearing this, Vicia gently put down the quill in her hand, her stern face seemed to think of interesting things, and her facial lines softened a little in the shadows.

"Yes, but not today, she needs to rest,"

Humphreys nodded to indicate that he knew, turned and walked away quickly, and was stopped again as soon as he reached the door.

"Wait, and... Liberty and the crew of the Liberty, you will arrange a place for them in the capital,"

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

The figure of Hanvers quickly disappeared from view, Vicia pondered for a moment, then simply stood up, picked up the wine glass on the table and sipped slowly.

Then he walked slowly to the window and looked towards the right side of the garden.

That's the direction of Wen Lin's room.