The corners of Zhan Qingyue's mouth twitched fiercely, what are you really worried about? Is today a collective confession day?
I just heard that this annoying woman Xue Li actually dared to steal her man, and now this Delpo is making trouble again? What do they mean by this? 
Before Zhan Qingyue could say her word of rejection, Gretel suddenly jumped out from the side with a smile and her troops.
"It seems that the appearance of our group is really unlucky and has disturbed your good things. However, this incident in Delbo is indeed extraordinary. The church suspects that Dr. Zhan is a saint. Otherwise, how could she be saved?" What about so many people who are dying?”
Gretel's face was full of smiles, like a smiling tiger, with some dirty thoughts hidden secretly. He looked at Zhan Qingyue seriously.
Talents like her must be controlled by the church no matter what.
This is an opportunity given to the church by God, which will allow us to become the overlord of the world. We must not let it go.
The smile on Gretel's face made people panic.
Delpo quickly stood up and stood in front of Zhan Qingyue.
"Gretel, what are you talking about? Zhan Qingyue, how can she be a saint? Since ancient times, saints have always been chaste. She has already been married. How can she be a leftover girl?"
Others don't know Gretel's thoughts, but he, De Boer, is indeed very clear.
They just wanted to capture Zhan Qingyue for the sake of the church.
Thinking about it, he just wanted to take advantage of her, so he did not hesitate to spend money to express his love.
But he didn't expect that the people here haven't been integrated into his hands, and the churches have also started to think about it.
Gretel looked at the exchange between Delbo seriously, and in an instant, lightning flashed, as if it would not take long for a gunpowder pack to explode.
Zhan Qingyue watched the Henan opera between the two and quickly stood up and waved her hands.
"I said you two, stop arguing. What is a saint or not? I think you should be more scientific, right? Mr. De, you know? What you are talking about is science. It's just a mess, and it's just about fooling others. I don't agree with it. .”
Gretel obviously didn't wander around, he would have this look.
Others have no way to enter the church, but now the position of a superior saint is placed in front of them, and she refuses to admit it.
This would make things difficult to handle. Gretel's thick eyebrows were wrinkled into knots. He said respectfully: "Dear lady, you are the benefactor of these dying soldiers. You should be the benefactor." Saint, if you were not a saint, how could you come up with the medicine that can save so many people?"
Gretel didn't give him a chance to react at all, and shouted at the people next to him.
"Everyone, come and help me invite the saint to the church. The church needs to check the saint's medicine to prove whether he is a saint or not."
There were originally a lot of people watching, but now that Gretel's words came out, Zhan Qingyue was immediately put on fire.
Until they arrived at the location of the church, Zhan Qingyue refused to admit that she was a saint.
Looking at the aloof Pope, he has already begun to arrange for people to check the prescriptions he prescribed for the dying soldiers.
Those doctors shook their heads unconsciously every time they looked at each one.
Zhan Qingyue looked at them like this, feeling a sense of contempt in her heart.
"Dear Your Highness the Pope, the medicine Dr. Zhan used is indeed different from the medicine we use in France, but his prescription is obviously better, which is why he saved so many lives."
The old doctor said something very pertinent, and he bowed respectfully to the Pope with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Dear Your Highness the Pope, if possible, I would like to ask the Holy Lady to teach us doctors the magic of these prescriptions, so that our country's soldiers can survive longer."
It's really a shameless person.
Zhan Qingyue scolded him fiercely in her heart, stepped forward with a sullen face, gave a slight excuse to everyone, nodded, and then opened her mouth to explain.
"My dear doctor, I'm afraid I can't fulfill your wish. You also know that I come from the far east. The prescriptions I use are all witch doctors unique to the east. You can't learn these things if I am willing to teach you. You must be able to do it, it depends on a predestined relationship."
She had just mentioned the witch doctor, not to mention the old doctor just now, and even the other doctors who were about to take action suddenly stopped thinking.
This is indeed something you can’t just learn if you want to.
But it was obvious that the superior Pope did not take any medical skills seriously at all. Instead, he seized this opportunity and took the opportunity to announce it to outsiders.
"People of our country, take a look. Open your eyes and look. The doctor in front of you comes from the far east. He is good at witchcraft and can use witchcraft to save people. He is ours. The saint I’m looking for.”
Damn it, uncle, you really can’t explain it? This pope has a problem with his ears.
Zhan Qingyue cursed fiercely in her heart, and almost sprayed the saliva on the face of the high-ranking pope.
Before he could explain, the people next to him started to boo as if they had received some magical order.
"Saint, please save us from the fire and water. We don't want to fight anymore."
"Honorable Saint, please see a doctor for my child. He came off the battlefield without a leg and is about to die now."
"Honorable Saint, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Please stay."
The people watching outside began to shout one after another.
Zhan Qingyue's expression suddenly turned ugly, as if she had eaten a fly.
Gretel looked at him like this, with a sinister smile on her lips.
He strode towards Zhan Qingyue.
"Zhan Qingyue, His Highness the Pope said you are a saint, and you are a saint. Otherwise, think about the young man who came with you. If I guessed correctly, she is your husband. Do you think If you want him to die, feel free to refute it."
Zhan Qingyue opened her eyes suddenly and scolded him fiercely.
"Vicious person, you will be in bad luck sooner or later, how dare you threaten me."
Gretel obviously couldn't guess what he was talking about, and still had an unknown smile on her face.
"Zhan Qingyue, have you thought about it? You are worthy of the position of this saint, and you are worthy of it."
Zhan Qingyue had a gloomy face and helplessly thanked the aloof Pope.
Soon, the news that Zhan Qingyue had become a saint in the entire Fas Kingdom spread to every corner of the country.
