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?"

gaze and nodded gravely.

together, everyone in the squad knew Citrine's temperament. Hearing her say this, they each tucked the precious capsule away without

the air. The whole squad buzzed with excitement for tomorrow's drill. After all, every soldier dreamed

everyone around her had had a little

her alone, Hastings looked genuinely pleased. He dropped into the seat across from her and fixed her with a searching stare. "You're

alcohol had flushed Hastings's cheeks, the

unfazed, not yet

masked it, looking at her

caught

remembered him swearing not long ago that he'd kill her the moment they were out of here. People didn't change that

longer, then caught the strong scent of whiskey on his

that's it. He's

darkened. "Do you really hate me that much? You don't

silent. He wasn't