Lin Wanqing walked over to the cow, looked at it, and took out a strip of black cloth for Mo Zhi. "Blindfold yourself and don't make a sound no matter what happens."
Mo Zhi didn't know what the Queen was planning, but she dared not disobey the Queen's orders, otherwise she would be sentenced to death.
Having been by Lin Wanqing's side for a long time, Mo Zhi also knew that this queen from the Great Chu appeared gentle and delicate on the surface, but was actually ruthless.
Many palace servants who offended Lin Wanqing were punished by her.
However, there were only the Queen and herself in the tent, and at most a cow with smallpox. Mo Zhi thought that there should be no danger to her life, so she obediently covered her eyes.
A moment later, Mo Zhi felt the Queen roll up her left sleeve, all the way to her shoulder.
Mo Zhi felt a chill run down her spine from her exposed left arm. She wanted to ask the Queen what she was going to do, but she didn't dare to.
Seemingly noticing Mo Zhi's nervousness, Lin Wanqing chuckled, "Mo Zhi, don't be afraid. I won't harm you. You'll have to thank me later. It will hurt a little, but just bear with it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Zhi felt a knife slash her upper arm.
Because she was blindfolded, she was instantly cut, and Mo Zhi felt an unusual pain in her left arm. She dared not make a sound, so she could only bite her lip tightly, her body trembling slightly due to the unknown fear in her heart.
Mo Zhi heard the cow moo, and then felt Lin Wanqing touch the wound on her arm and bandage it with a strip of cloth.
After everything was done, Lin Wanqing said, "All done."
Mo Zhi hurriedly pulled off the black cloth covering her eyes to look at her left arm, which was already wrapped in white cloth. She wanted to pull it off but didn't dare.
"Your Majesty, what is this?"
"Don't touch it. It's just a small cut. It will only do you good and no harm. Let's go back." After saying that, Lin Wanqing ignored Mo Zhi and walked straight out of the tent.
Mo Zhi really couldn't understand what the Queen meant, but she didn't dare to touch the bandaged area, so she could only put down her sleeves and hurriedly follow.
Back at the palace, Lin Wanqing summoned another palace maid and instructed her to take good care of Mo Zhi and to inform her of any changes promptly.
That evening, the palace maid arrived, looking somewhat anxious. "Your Majesty, Sister Mozhi has a fever, and the wound on her arm is quite red and swollen. Should we ask a witch doctor to take a look at her?"
Do you have a fever?
That's right.
Lin Wanqing took a sip of the milk in her hand and gently placed it on the table. "No need. Fever is normal. You'll be fine after a few days."
Lin Wanqing kept the idea of vaccination against smallpox firmly in mind. She had previously placed the pus from the cowpox vaccine directly into the wound on Mo Zhi's arm to inoculate Mo Zhi with the cowpox vaccine and prevent him from contracting smallpox.
Lin Wanqing used Mo Zhi as a test subject, since she had only heard about it and had never actually operated it, so she wasn't sure what to expect.
She knew that people who had been vaccinated against smallpox would experience fever for the first few days, but it would subside after a few days, and their bodies would develop immunity against the smallpox virus.
Mo Zhi was probably like that, so she didn't pay any attention to it.
The next day, the palace maid reported again that Mo Zhi's body was getting hotter and hotter. Lin Wanqing also said not to worry about it, did not even take a look, and did not allow anyone to call a doctor. She firmly believed that she would be fine in a few days.
On the third day, the palace maid came to report again that Mo Zhi's body was too hot and her wounds were more swollen than before. Lin Wanqing was studying tea ceremony and was interrupted, which made her very annoyed.
"If you bother me again, drag her out and beat her to death. I said she'll be fine, and she'll be fine in a few days. Don't bother me again until she's better."
After that, no one came to report Mo Zhi's matter to Lin Wanqing.
On the eighth day, Lin Wanqing suddenly realized that it was about time, and Mo Zhi should be better by now. Before she could ask anyone, the palace maid who had been taking care of Mo Zhi came in with red eyes and a look of fear on her face.
"Your Majesty, Sister Mozhi... Sister Mozhi is dead."
Lin Wanqing jumped to her feet. "What? Dead?!"
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