The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 341

Before they left, Citrine handed each soldier a bottle of medicine: some to stop bleeding, others for pain relief, and a few to keep you alive in the direst

circumstances. The most precious of all, a single Vitaflux capsule, was carefully sealed in its own incubation case.

Citrine instructed Hastings to distribute them one by one.

"What's this?" The soldiers examined the bottles, curiosity lighting up their faces.

"Captain, you're nothing like the other instructors," one of them remarked with a grin.

"Everyone else cranks up the training before a big exercise, but you- you give us a crash course in medicine and hand out half a pharmacy."

Citrine looked over her squad, her voice calm but firm. "The bottles are for treating wounds—stopping the bleeding or easing the pain. But that capsule in the case is different. Remember, only open it if you're hanging by a thread. And don't break the seal until you need it; the medicine inside only lasts a day once it's out of the solution."

One of the soldiers weighed the tiny box in his palm, grinning. "Is this thing really that good? Will it actually save your life when you're at death's door?"

his gaze and

everyone in the squad knew Citrine's temperament. Hearing her say this, they each tucked the precious capsule

The whole

over to Citrine's. By then, everyone around her had had a little too much

and fixed her with a searching stare. "You're leaving after you

Hastings's cheeks, the faint pink glow unmistakable

Citrine replied, unfazed, not

eyes, but he quickly masked it, looking at her with

blinked, caught off

he'd kill her the moment they were out of here.

longer, then caught the strong scent of whiskey on his

that's it. He's not crazy-just

hate me that much? You don't even want to see

stayed silent.