The serious injuries caused by the mind user may be incurable for ordinary doctors, but in Ye Lan's hands it is not difficult to treat.
After some internal energy was output, Qing Teng on the bed slowly woke up.
"Ahem, it hurts so badly..." He cried out in pain as soon as he opened his eyes, his entire face wrinkled. It was obvious that he was really tortured by the Heart-Eating Gu. Seeing his clan leader and senior brother sitting at the head of the bed, he said aggrievedly, "Clan leader, senior brother, I've really had a setback this time. My reputation has been completely ruined. I was beaten by a bunch of brats."
He felt that he had lost all the face he had gained after living for hundreds of years.
Lian Cheng was relieved to see that he still had the energy to chatter away, and that his words were clear and articulate, not turning into a fool. He shook his head and laughed, "You'd better take care of those messy wounds first, or else the antibiotics will run out."
Hearing this, Qing Teng finally noticed the coldness on the back of his hand. It turned out to be a needle. He almost jumped up on the spot, "Fuck! My body, which is used to taking Chinese medicine, can't withstand the foreign devil's chemical agents. What if they have a counter-effect?"
After saying that, he pulled out the needle, got up and meditated to regulate his breathing.
Seeing that he could run and jump, Ye Lan stopped paying attention to him and turned to look at the other people who had returned.
"Leta I is confirmed dead. The cause of death was a fatal poison shot with a needle. There were seventeen bodies of the killer in the bedroom, but none of them left any clues. They all had plastic surgery and their fingerprints were erased. They were very professional killers."
Except for the two who escaped, the backgrounds of the remaining seventeen people could not be found.
Ye Lan felt that something was fishy, so he borrowed a cell phone from Lei Ze, sent a message to his assistant, and used Xiao's intelligence network to investigate.
"Tell me if you get a reply." She handed the phone back and thanked him softly.
"Okay." Lei Ze nodded, and in his mind he told Xiao Yunting: 'She is thanking you.'
Ye Lan is really smart.
Although Xiao Yunting did not mention it during the conversation last night, Ye Lan concluded from his state that the soul in Lei Ze's body could hear and feel at this moment.
However, at this moment, Xiao Yunting, who was sitting cross-legged somewhere meditating, frowned and wanted to say something, but in the end he did nothing.
The phone soon received a new reply.
Lei Ze didn't look at the screen and handed the phone back to Ye Lan.
Ye Lan took it, looked down at it, his brows somewhat cold.
Xiao's assistant replied: 'No results found'.
If even Xiao can't find it...
She felt a little strange in her heart, but she didn't think too much about it, because Qing Teng on the hospital bed had recovered from his injuries, opened his eyes, and reported something.
"Chief, when they were fighting, I saw a mark on their bodies. I saw that mark in the Hunter District."
Hearing this, Ye Lan was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at the reply on his phone, frowned slightly, and then raised his eyes to ask for confirmation: "Where is the location?"
"In the lower back." Qing Teng confirmed.
Lian Cheng immediately went out to examine the body. After a while, he came back and shook his head. "There's no mark. It must have been stimulated by body heat. It disappeared when the body cooled down."
"Well, draw a picture first and send it to Shi Lei for confirmation." Ye Lan did not doubt Qing Teng's judgment. He immediately asked the other party to draw the picture based on his memory, and then let the official side investigate.
When they walked out of the compartment again, Joanna had already changed into a black veil and gown to mourn for her brother, Leta I. When she saw Ye Lan coming out, she straightened up and said with a firm look in her eyes, "I will support Noben to inherit the throne."
A country cannot be without a ruler for a day, let alone when Leta I was killed in a large-scale assassination, it is even more necessary to establish a new ruler as soon as possible.
The ministers sent people to intercept Joanna in front of the palace, probably because of this matter.
But now she locked the door of the bedroom and chose to stay there and wait for Ye Lan, which means that in this great change, she still chose to trust Ye Lan first.
Thinking of this, Ye Lan raised his eyebrows slightly, and without further ado, he went straight to the point and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Five minutes later.
The door of the conference hall was pushed open, and the anxious ministers sitting inside turned around and saw Joanna, and their expressions calmed down.
"Excellent, Miss Joanna. Things are completely out of control now. Only you can save the situation." The minister to the left of the chief minister stood up and said excitedly, "I know you are heartbroken by the king's sudden passing, but the nobles outside are all watching. I think the best solution is for you to succeed the throne and take control of the situation."
There were quite a few empresses in ancient European history, and each of them was brave, skilled in warfare, and resourceful. Their subjects did not discriminate against each other based on gender, but instead attached more importance to bloodline inheritance.
In the Letta family, which has a weak bloodline, Joanna has outstanding abilities, fame and prestige, and is the best choice for the new king.
Joanna walked into the conference room, accompanied only by a garrison commander and an inconspicuous soldier, whose face was so heavy with a big hat that it was impossible to see clearly.
The garrison officer nodded secretly to the ministers, and the latter all felt relieved.
"Ms. Joanna, we have discussed this. For the sake of Texas's stability, we are willing to fully support your succession."
"Yes, I hope you won't refuse or feel uneasy. This is your contribution to Texas. Please accept this important trust."
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Amidst the ministers' compliments and persuasions, Joanna walked to the table and sat down gracefully in the king's chair at the head.
Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but smile.
But just as he was about to congratulate her, Joanna suddenly spoke with a sigh, "My brother is dead. I'm in no mood to deal with anything right now. Plus, I was sick and hospitalized a while ago, so I really don't have the energy to do anything. I think we should pass the throne to Noben, as he is also the authentic bloodline of the Leta family."
Noben.
When the name came out, the ministers' expressions froze and they became hesitant.
"Why, is Noben not good enough?" Joanna pressed her handkerchief against the corners of her tearless eyes and glanced at the people present. "To be honest, Noben is more qualified than me to be the king of this country."
Everyone was choked and couldn't find any reason to refute for a while.
They didn't expect that Joanna, who seemed ambitious and had always been active in the war, would not want to inherit the throne, but instead wanted to support her nephew Noben to take the throne.
This somewhat disrupted their plans.
The ministers looked at each other and finally had to compromise.
"Alright, let's discuss Prince Noben's succession now. I heard that he and Miss Joanna entered the palace together. Let's send someone to invite him over to discuss matters together."
One of the ministers said this without asking Joanna's opinion. He just waved his hand and asked the soldier to go and ask for help.
But before the soldier could move, Joanna's voice rang out again.
"No, I was afraid of chaos, so I asked Noben to leave the palace after seeing his father. He should be on his way back to school now."
What?
The ministers were shocked and their expressions changed subconsciously.
Joanna also changed her expression, leaning back in her chair leisurely, and said, "Why, just draft an edict declaring Noben as Leta II, and I will handle all palace affairs for the time being, is that not okay?"
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