Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Special Medicine

Today, Melody Summers and Sophie Thorne went to the hospital together to visit Brianna White. After a period of psychological therapy, Brianna’s emotional state had stabilized considerably.

When the two of them walked into Brianna’s room, she was chatting with her caregiver.

The caregiver with Brianna was a warm-hearted, chatty woman in her forties.

She was feeding Brianna a small cake from the hospital cafeteria while chiding her gently, "Why are you watching your sugar? If you want to eat it, just eat it. When you’re full and happy, you have the energy to get through anything!"

Brianna chewed on the cake and replied, "I actually used to love sweets, but I’d break out after eating them, so I stopped."

As a streamer, she had to wear makeup regularly. If her skin condition worsened, her makeup wouldn’t apply smoothly.

When her skin wasn’t doing well, people in her stream’s chat would mock her. But if she turned on a beauty filter, they would flame her for setting it too high.

Over time, she gradually became afraid to eat sweets.

The caregiver comforted Brianna, saying, "Don’t you mind what those people say. Your skin is just an organ. As long as it’s functioning properly, that’s all that matters. Looks are secondary."

Just then, the caregiver saw Sophie Thorne and Melody Summers walk in and quickly stood up to offer them seats.

Brianna looked at Sophie and Melody, her eyes filled with gratitude. She said earnestly, "Thank you so much for saving me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be sitting here. I’ll never forget this for the rest of my life."

Melody quickly reassured her, "We’re neighbors. It was the least we could do. How have you been feeling these past couple of days?"

Brianna nodded and replied, "I feel much better. The wounds on my body have all scabbed over. The doctors say my metabolism is fast, so I’m healing quicker than most people. Also, the headaches and the tightness in my chest are gone now, and my insomnia has improved a lot."

After speaking, Brianna looked at them with a cautious, hopeful expression and asked, "Um, can I be discharged today?"

Brianna knew how expensive private hospitals were; it wasn’t something an ordinary person like her could afford.

Yesterday, while walking around the hospital with the caregiver, she had overheard a patient’s family member kneeling on the ground, crying hysterically, begging the hospital for a few more days and not to discharge them. They kept sobbing that they would have the money soon.

It had been heart-wrenching for Brianna to hear.

Although the doctors had told her that someone was covering all her medical expenses, she didn’t want to take such huge advantage of another person’s kindness.

Sophie Thorne understood her concerns and replied with a smile, "Don’t worry about it. Just focus on resting for now. You fell from such a great height; the doctors also recommend you stay for a couple more days of observation."

Sophie then added gently, "Don’t do anything foolish again. Your life is so precious. Don’t let that trash affect you."

Brianna lowered her gaze and nodded. "I know. Having died once, I’ve figured it all out. Those people were never worth it. If there’s a next time, I’ll just push them all off instead. But I’m going to live my own life well."

Perhaps it was the therapy she’d received over the past few days, or maybe it was simply being well-fed and physically better, which in turn improved her mood. Brianna no longer had any desire to die. She even looked back and couldn’t understand why she had lost all hope and jumped.

She was even planning to travel the country after the natural disaster ended, sharing the scenery from her journey and experiencing the local cultures.

’This world is so wonderful. Why should I throw my life away because of a swarm of flies I’ve never even met?’

The three of them chatted for a while longer. Melody then remembered she had left some daily necessities she’d brought for Brianna in the car, so she got up to retrieve them.

Unexpectedly, on her way back to the room, she ran right into Yuri Walsh, who was doing his rounds.

Just then, a man in a sharp suit came running over.

He pushed right past Melody and stood before Yuri, panting. Bowing obsequiously, he said, "Dr. Walsh, I finally found you! About that special medicine for the volcanic ash—can you let us be the distributor? The price is negotiable!"

Melody froze. ’A special medicine for volcanic ash? Could it be...’

She immediately took out her phone, discreetly opened The Arcadia Store, and sure enough, saw a message from Paige Walsh’s research institute.

The message had been sent two days ago. Melody had been busy and hadn’t checked her messages, so she hadn’t noticed it.

It said that the drug had been successfully developed and would be distributed to various supply points and hospitals. They expressed their deep gratitude for Melody Summers’s contribution.

The message also stated that Melody deserved significant credit for the drug’s successful development. The institute had decided to report this to the organization and apply for a historic honor to be granted in her name. They hoped she would leave her contact information.

Melody didn’t reply. She didn’t want to expose her personal information. Besides, she felt it was all thanks to the magic of her space; she couldn’t take all the credit herself.

Meanwhile, facing the suited man’s eagerness, Yuri said coolly, "Sorry, I’ve told you before. This batch of medicine is state-controlled. It can only be obtained with an ID and a prescription. Commercial transactions are forbidden."

The man in the suit was about to say more but was dragged away by security guards who had rushed over.

Yuri pinched the bridge of his nose. ’These security guards need to be replaced,’ he thought. ’How did they let these people in again?’

Melody thought for a moment before asking, "That special medicine for the volcanic ash you were just talking about... how effective is it?"