The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 561

Citrine glanced at the two of them before speaking. "I need to consult with the other specialists and start working on a treatment."

In that moment, Travis suddenly felt as if his little sister was a stranger. In the six months he'd been away at university in Havencrest, she had changed. While he'd been standing still, she had grown up frighteningly fast-no longer the kid sister he remembered, but a capable adult who could handle anything thrown her way.

Uncle Manley gave his niece a long, searching look. His voice was rough as he said, "No matter what happens, promise me you'll look after yourself. Don't let yourself get infected."

He remembered back at Viridis Medical Institute, when the director had confided in him that every successful surgical protocol he'd used had come from Citrine's hand. From that day on, Manley had known this girl was no ordinary person-she was meant to soar.

Now, when she said she could find a cure, Manley didn't doubt her for a second.

After leaving the patient ward, Citrine gave the nurses instructions to help Raymond and Weston bring down their fevers using cold compresses. Then she headed straight to her private suite, changed into scrubs, pulled on protective gear, and gathered a team of specialists before heading to the lab.

The nurses had already prepared plenty of samples from flu patients-blood, saliva, everything they'd need for testing.

Citrine and the others ran tests on all the samples, then threw themselves into the research. This strain of flu was brutally contagious, with a terrifyingly high mortality rate. Older patients and those in poor health didn't stand a chance.

progressing at different speeds in each patient, so Citrine needed to develop targeted treatments for every

from morning till night without food or rest, barely pausing to catch their breath. But by day's

were middle-aged. After a full day in the lab, they were

them and said gently, "You've all worked hard enough for today.

"We're fine, we can keep

can't just

manage a

day we don't make

f.n

I can handle the late nights. But you need to take care of yourselves. Pushing through without rest will only slow us down in the long run. Please, go get some sleep and come back

"And bring in a few more experts

exchanged glances and finally agreed. Soon, a fresh

all. When dawn

through the lab, but Gitrine herself worked on tireless and relentless,

grow paler by the day, it was painful