NovelUSAChapter 564 Meanwhile, in a quiet suburban neighborhood, a boy just past ten sat slumped on his bed, his mood heavy and glum. But when he saw the streamer's reply pop up on his phone, he shot upright, excitement brightening his eyes.
He typed quickly: "Sis, I'm not playing games! I'm trying to help my parents book an appointment at Crestwood Medical Research Center!" Citrine paused for a moment, then asked gently, "Are your mom and dad down with the flu?" At the mention of it, the boy's face fell again.
A request to join the live chat cthrough, and Citrine accepted without hesitation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA soft, childish voice cfrom the other end, low and a little weak: "My mom, my dad, and even my grandparents all caught it. I'm the only one at hwho's still okay. They won't letnear them because they don't wantto get sick too." His voice trembled as he continued, "I heard Crestwood Medical Research Center finally has sspecial medicine, so I took my mom's phone and tried to get them an appointment. But there are just too many people trying-I can't get through at all." The boy's voice broke, close to tears. "I'm useless. I can't do anything for them." Citrine pressed her lips together, her heart aching a little for him. She stayed silent for a moment, then said softly, "If you trust me, I can help." The boy sounded surprised. "How?" "Do you have any masks at home?" Citrine asked.
"Yeah, we do." "Put one on now and make sure to wash your hands thoroughly. Use sanitizer if you have it," Citrine instructed. Clutching his phone, the boy put on a mask and hurried to the bathroom to wash and disinfect his hands just as Citrine told him.
"Now," she continued, "go check your parents' and your grandparents' temperatures. If anyone has a fever, help bring it down with an ice pack or a cold, damp towel on their forehead. If their temperature keeps spiking or dropping, see if you have any antiviral medicine and give them a dose, but only if it's safe for them." The boy followed her instructions-taking everyone's temperature in turn, helping them cool down, and giving them medicine where needed.
Citrine calmly coached him gh the next possible scenarios, explaining what to watch for a t he should do if thing changed.
"Thank you, sis. You're really kind," the boy said, his voice full of gratitude. From start to finishke never once doubted Citrine, trusting her completely.
That simple, unguarded trust warmed Citrine's heart.
"It's no trouble," she replied with a smile.
With that, Citrine ended the call.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnly then did she notice that her livestream had swelled to over a hundred viewers. Which meant that, as she'd been guiding the boy audience had been quietly growing-everyone listening in.
the She glanced at the chat feed. Questions and doubts were already pouring in. "Hey, are you sure those tips actually work?" "Is your livestream really offering free flu advice, or is that just clickbait?" "Is it safe to give antivirals if there's no fever? Could it make things worse?"
"You look really young. Your profile says you're a top medical expert in the country is that true?" "No way she's legit. Nobody that young could be a real expert. Don't get fooled, people." "Watch-she's about to start asking for money. That's how these scams go."
"This girl's just trying to cash in while we're all sick. Don't let her get away with it." "Taking advantage of sick people is just wrong. Bad things cto those who do."
Citrine stared at the screen, at a loss for words. She hadn't asked for lan single gent So how did she suddenly becthe scammer?
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