There are many such things at the entrance of the medical school, which are about one person tall and one meter wide. A wooden board is inserted into the middle of the wooden rack. Finally, Qianxin personally took the people and covered the board with several huge pieces of white paper.

All done, this one looks like a huge easel.

Many of the people watching also know how to write and paint, and know that someone can draw such large paintings.

But what is the purpose of standing here now?

Could it be that I have to paint on the spot?

Just when they were confused, Feng Wuyou had already walked to that air.

"Is the Queen going to paint?"

"I just heard that the Empress is very good at martial arts. When will she even draw?"

"Even if the Empress really knows how to draw, she still has to pick her skills, right?

When is this now? There are so many wounded soldiers in front of you. It’s okay if the Empress doesn’t go to treat people’s injuries, but she still does paintings. What’s this called?”

There were many discussions and everything they said.

Nie Zheng also hurried back. When he chased the house where Lao Zhang lived, he was already very careful. He asked most of the people to stay outside to guard and brought a few elite soldiers in to arrest him.

But what I didn't expect was that the person from Fengyu Tower did not bury the gunpowder in the house at all, but buried it around.

He only brought one with him that was enough to kill him.

In this way, the people who went in to arrest were fine, but the people around them were injured by the people who were responsible for surrounding the guards.

He was both angry and ashamed of his own team but injured so many people.

When he saw Feng Wuyou, he shouted ashamedly: "Empress..." Apart from this sentence, he didn't know what to say.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuyou did not mean to blame him. Instead, he smiled and said, "It is a blessing to have the loss of his horse. With the son of Helan, they can always save their lives.

As long as you don’t die, this is not a complete bad thing. You should take a break first and don’t take it to heart.”

Nie Zheng didn't expect to hear Feng Wuyou's words. Although he was puzzled, he was not confused at all. After saying a greeting, he stood aside, but he did not rest as Feng Wuyou said.

The Empress said that this was not a complete bad thing, so he would see how the Empress turned this into a good thing.

"Empress, is that OK?"

Jin Wu saw that Feng Wuyou had finished inspecting the wooden frame and raised his head and came over to inquire immediately.

"Okay, just follow the order we have just decided."

Feng Wuyou said.

"yes!"

Jin Wu simply responded, walked down the steps, pointed to a bed and said, "Push it over."

A bed was pushed over quickly, and the person lying on the bed had one of his sleeves soaked in blood, and was torn off and thrown aside.

The dark red sleeves were filled with shocking eyes.

In addition to the person pushing the bed, one of them knelt on the bed, busy pressing the injured upper arm to stop bleeding. On the other side, someone was close to the heart of the injured person and tying a tourniquet made of animal fascia.

With their operations, the bleeding of the injured is gradually decreasing, and it takes only a moment to almost stop the bleeding.

"The wooden piece of Yan Wei was blown away by the explosion and scratched his artery..." A voice suddenly sounded, and the person below couldn't help but look up in the direction where the sound came.

I saw that in front of the large wooden frame drawing board, Feng Wuyou had picked up a carbon pen and hooked it casually on the paper. With just a few strokes, he clearly outlined the shape of an arm.

Feng Wuyou drew pictures in his hands and explained them in his mouth, and kept his hands and mouth. With the injuries of these Yan Guards, he even drew a complete human body picture.

However, this picture is really a piecewise monster.

Anyone who has studied medicine knows that the pictures in the textbooks are often biased. Blood vessels and stools are dedicated to drawing blood vessels, and nerves are dedicated to drawing nerves. The muscles are only muscles, which is amazing and half of the bones and half of the muscles, making people deepen their understanding.

However, in this picture of Feng Wuyou, some places are blood vessels, some places are muscles, some places are organs, some places are bones, and some places are mixed with various places... If you have never observed the process of painting, but just look at it, it will definitely be quite uncomfortable.

But at this time, the people in front of the medical school, whether they were around her, Qian Jiwei who was responsible for maintaining order, or the students who had completed their own tasks, and even those Yan Wei who were not seriously injured, all looked at Feng Wuyou and listened to Feng Wuyou's explanation almost obsessed.

In Feng Wuyou's mouth, medicine is no longer a difficult and boring science, but has become as easy to understand as if it is a casual chat in the market.

When Feng Wuyou finally finished talking about the last injured person, he also made the last stroke. A black, red and green hybrid appeared on the wooden frame. The more complicated the human body picture it is, it is as complicated as it is.

But the people below were stunned and silent.

After a while, someone asked, "Empress, how do you know so much?"

No wonder, I heard that the Empress cured many diseases, such as the former little prince of Xiqin, who was raked through his neck and was rescued by the Empress.

Although he was inevitably dying in the end, this can only say that his life was not good, not that the empress was not well treated.

Feng Wuyou's eyes swept through the crowd below and asked, "Do you want to know?"

There is a quiet area below.

Of course they thought, but at this moment, under Feng Wuyou's aura of looking down on everything, they couldn't even say a word.

Feng Wuyou reached out and pointed back, and said coldly: "It was the corpses in the academy who told me."

What?

After a word came out, after a brief silence, there was a sudden uproar.

"Empress, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Is there a corpse in the academy really what you meant?"

"Empress, please make it clear!"

The sound that had been calming for a long time suddenly rose again.

"Quiet, all are quiet!"

Qianyue was furious and shouted loudly.

Feng Wuyou just stood there calmly, waiting for the sound to calm himself down.

After Jin Wu also sent someone to help maintain order, the field finally calmed down again, but everyone looked at Feng Wuyou with anger and deceitful resentment.

Although there are corpses in the medical school, they all believe in Feng Wuyou.

They believed that the Queen was noble and decent and would never do such a thing.

The corpse inside must have been made privately by someone else in the medical school.

But now, Feng Wuyou admitted in front of so many of them that the corpse was collected and stored by her instructed to collect and store it. How could they accept it?
Chapter completed!