Arold looked at the princess who was suffering from illness in front of him, and he immediately asked Miss Shirley to prepare peniconin, of course, to drive everyone out before using it, and the reason for weaving was of course to ensure the miraculous effect of the medicine. Although the Duke of Burgundy was a little unconvinced, in order not to give Arjord an excuse, he still did exactly what he was told.

"Lord Duke, do you believe that charlatan?" The duke's son-in-law, Frank, said to the Duke of Burgundy, who was now sitting on the throne of the lord, and he could only pin his hopes on the strange Arrod.

"So what's your suggestion? Do you let your wife die? Hugue, Duke of Burgundy, only raised his eyelids and looked at his son-in-law, he didn't really like Frank, a nobleman from Champagne who deceived his daughter's affection with flattery, and Duke of Burgundy looked down on him in his heart.

"This, I'm just worried about Her Royal Highness the Princess." Frank shuddered in the face of the duke, and he quickly lowered his head and said.

"Take care of your own business, if that's really a deceitful charlatan, I'll make him pay." The Duke of Burgundy said.

In the bedroom, Miss Shirley draws in the collected penicillin with a syringe, which has a thicker needle than later generations, but even then it is the best achievement of this era, first to make a thicker needle, and then to polish and thinner it.

"Wash it with distilled brandy first." Arold said to Miss Shirley.

"Yes." Although they had been experimented many times, even with patients from Mecklenburg, the thought of the Burgundian princess lying on the sickbed was that if they failed, they would not be able to get out alive.

"Wait, Arod, don't you want to be clear?" Harvey suddenly stopped Arrod Dao.

"Well, let's inject half of it first." Arold hesitated for a moment, people in this era had not used penicillin. But the princess's illness could not have been done without penicillin.

"Yes." Miss Shirley picked up the bulky syringe made of bronze and leather, and to her surprise, Miss Shirley knew about veins and arteries before Professor Arrod, and it seems that the ancients, especially other religions, knew more about the human body than later generations.

Penicillin, diluted with distilled water, was injected into the princess's vein, and Arold and the others could only wait for the effect to take effect, when the needle was pierced into the princess's body. The dying princess, who had been tormented by illness, sighed, opened her eyes and vaguely saw a strange man.

"Who are you? Is it an angel, or a messenger from hell? ”

"What did she say?" Harvey crossed his arms, looked at the muttering princess, and said curiously.

"It may be babbling in a coma, don't worry about this, the effect of the drug will take effect for a while, we have to wait." Arold looked out the window, it would take at least a night for the effect of the medicine to work.

"Let's go out and get something to eat. I'm starving. Harvey yawned, she didn't want to stay in the room all the time, but when she pushed the door open, she heard only a scandium sound.

"The Duke has an order, you can't just walk around the castle until you have treated the princess." At the doorway stood two strong guards, wearing iron helmets and chain masks, and well-dressed leather armor. Holding a sharp halberd in his hand.

"Damn it." Harvey angrily closed the door, her eyes glancing at the window. She wasn't going to be intimidated by two guards.

"Don't try to go out of the window, stay here, we can't make a fuss." Arodra came to a chair and sat down, he knew exactly what Harvey wanted to do, so he warned loudly.

"Whew." Harvey rolled her eyes in exasperation as she sat on the floor against one of the walls in her bedroom. Close your eyes.

When evening fell, the Duke of Burgundy walked in, followed by the court physician, and it was obvious that the Duke was still not at ease with Arold and the others.

"Is it getting better?" The Duke of Burgundy stood in front of the couch, frowning as he gazed at his daughter's sick face. Asked the court physician.

"Yes, I'll check it out in detail." The court physician, with his pale beard hanging down from his chest, bowed respectfully to his monarch, and then carefully walked over to remove the blanket that covered the princess.

"Hmm." Miss Shirley's face was a little pale, and she approached Arrod worriedly, and Arrode's face was like water.

"How?" The Duke of Burgundy asked again.

"Lord Duke, Her Royal Highness the Princess's condition has not improved." The court physician frowned, shook his head and said regretfully.

"What?" The Duke of Burgundy was furious, he turned around and glared at Arold and the others, looking like he was eager to devour Arold and the others alive.

"Scandium~~." Following the guards beside the duke, he immediately rushed out the sword at his waist, and the sword rubbed against the sheath with a crisp sound.

"Do you have anything to say?" The Duke of Burgundy was surprised, because Arrod still looked unfazed, and his composure made the Duke of Burgundy dare not act rashly.

"Lord Duke, may I ask the physicians before us, how long do you usually treat them?" Arold raised his eyelids and looked disdainfully at the guards whose swords were unsheathed.

"Here, at most there is a month, and at least there is a Sunday." The Duke of Burgundy, of course, disdained to lie to Arold and the others, and he told the truth.

"So, isn't it a little unfair that we have only been here for less than a day, and the Duke is in a hurry to execute us?" Arold said to the Duke of Burgundy.

"Oh, so how many days do you think you can treat my daughter?" The Duke of Burgundy frowned and replied to Arrod.

"That's the number." Arold held out three fingers and said to the duke.

"Three months?" The Duke of Burgundy sneered.

"Nope." Arjod shook his head.

"Oh? Three Sundays. The Duke of Burgundy was slightly surprised, and continued.

"Not really." Arold shook his head again.

"Hey, could it be that you're talking about three days?" The Duke of Burgundy's voice became sharp.

"Yes." Arold nodded.

"Nonsense, Lord Duke, I'm sure this is a bunch of charlatans, please imprison them." The court physician blew his beard and glared and cursed, originally he was still trying to persuade the duke not to kill the physicians again, but when he heard Arrod's words, he immediately concluded that this was a group of liars, so he unceremoniously suggested.

"If the princess can't be treated within three days, I will voluntarily go to the gallows and let the corpse dry." Arold raised his chin and said.

"Okay, just three days." The Duke of Burgundy nodded slightly, he was now interested in Arrod, curious about the origin of this inexplicable doctor. (To be continued.) )