NovelUSAChapter 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, promiseyou'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 cfrom 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter 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.
The virus was progressing at different speeds in each patient, so Citrine needed to develop targeted treatments for every stage of the illness.
She and the specialists worked from morning till night without food or rest, barely pausing to catch their breath. But by day's end, all their effort had yielded almost nothing.
Most of the other experts were middle-aged. After a full day in the lab, they were running on fumes, but not a single one complained.
As midnight approached, Citrine looked at them and said gently, "You've all worked hard enough for today. Go get srest." They protested immediately. "We're fine, we can keep going." "Yes, we can't just leave you here alone." "We can manage a bit longer." "There are people out there waiting for a cure. Every day we don't make progress, more lives are lost. Right now, tisn't just money-it's life itself." f.n Still, Citrine smiled at them, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I'm young, 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 ssleep and cback tomorrow. We'll take turns." She added, "And bring in a few more experts to help out. We'll work in shifts." After a moment's hesitation, the others exchanged glances and finally agreed. Soon, a fresh team arrived to relieve them.
That night, Citrine didn't sleep at all. When dawn broke, her research had only inched forward.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTeam after team cycled through the lab, but Gitrine herself worked on tireless and relentless, like a machine. The others watched her lose weight and grow paler by the day, it was painful to see.
"You haven't slept in days," one of the specialists pleaded. Let us take over el for a while. You need to rest." Citrine just shook her head. "We're close. Once we've cracked it, I'll rest. Not before." They all knew how stubborn she was. There was nothing more to say.
At last, on the sixth night, Citrine's perseverance paid off. She vel.no
developed an effective treatment this wave of the flu, along withve preventative medication and protocols for every stage of the illness.
That snight, she ordered the research team to begin mass m Ne production of the new medicine.
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