The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 565

Citrine didn't let the unfriendly comments in her stream get under her skin. She understood-after all, she was a newcomer, so it was only natural for people to be skeptical.

Looking at the chat, Citrine addressed them calmly, "I'm not here to scam anyone or make money. Consultations are free-there's no charge."

With that, she ended the livestream.

The past couple of days, the hospital's wards had been packed with patients suffering from severe cases of the flu. There wasn't a single room left.

Citrine had already worked out the best treatment plans for the most critical patients. For those whose organs were under attack by the virus, she'd even put together specialized surgical protocols.

Her initial plan was to use the livestream to help more people understand how to manage the early stages of the illness, but since that hadn't gone well, she quickly moved on to plan B.

That evening, she had the Crestwood Medical Research Center release a public announcement: any reputable public or private hospital interested in collaborating was welcome to partner with Crestwood.

Within half an hour, hospitals big and small from cities all over reached out to discuss working together.

With so many hospitals joining forces, Citrine felt confident that they'd get this wave of flu under control soon.

Raymond

the noise. As she reached the front desk, a familiar voice caught her

the director? I need to see the

unconscious. Please, can you make an exception and

takes. Just give us

but

and Wade—siblings—went pale. Monica clung to a shred of hope as she pleaded, "Could

shook her head. "I'm sorry, the director

Citrine approaching. Forgetting Monica and Wade for a moment, the receptionist straightened up and gave a deep, respectful

"Chairwoman."

at her in

disbelief when they saw Citrine. "Citrine? What

the receptionist's greeting Her eyes widened in shock. "You're the chairwoman of

Citrine nodded.

speechless,

addressed them that they snapped back to reality. "What

Monica hesitated, a little