Chapter 270
Chapter 270
The accident was hushed up. The public was only told that Tristan had been admitted to a sanatorium for health reasons.
Owen noticed the restrained emotions in Aria’s eyes. He said gently, “Betty has recovered. This outbreak will be over soon,”
Aria thought once the outbreak was over, she’d finally be able to visit Tristan.
“Mm.” Aria replied softly, composing herself.
The car sped down the road, and before long, they arrived at the pig farm.
Jamelan’s main income came from their pig farm until swine fever forced its closure.
With compensation from the government and under the leadership of the village community, everyone shifted to growing crops.
Following Aria’s proposal to centralize livestock and poultry management, the village chief promptly repurposed the disused pig farm.
The village head, Winston, was already waiting at the gate. Spotting them, he hurried forward and handed over the veterinary needles he had prepared. “Here are the needles you asked for,” he said.
Now that Betty was safe and sound, Aria could finally go there with peace of mind.
Winston asked, “Madelyn, I heard Betty tested negative and had recovered, right?”
Aria nodded. “Yeah. Unfortunately, we don’t have enough samples. If more people recovered, we could collect blood samples to isolate antibodies and develop effective treatments or even a vaccine for those infected.”
Her words made it clear that with enough samples, the research would succeed.
Winston paused briefly, then remarked casually, “Those young interns are still just students. It must be quite challenging for you to work alone. Madelyn, why not join the medical team instead?”
Aria looked up, her gaze lingering on Winston’s face for two seconds. “What I need is absolute obedience. The team can’t provide that, nor would they
trust me either.
“Otherwise, they wouldn’t be questioning the medical equipment I/donated.”
“You’re right,” Winston agreed.
They even doubt the equipment, let alone her medical skills.
Aria continued, “Those kids are all bright students, but what they lack is practical, real–world experience. Back when we were all on equal footing in the team, anyone could speak up freely with their ideas, and we’d work together to solve any problem.
“But once things get too hierarchical, only the higher–ups get to decide what’s right. If the experts really knew what they were doing, maybe that would work, but sadly, that’s just not how it is…”
Aria paused briefly before continuing, “Cyril was already difficult enough to deal with, and now, we’ve got Culver to contend with too.”
Winston had also heard about what happened to Giana. His eyes lit up with understanding as he smiled and said, “I get it now. Madelyn, you’re absolutely right.”
Owen listened quietly.
Before bed the previous night, he’d found out what had happened.
Despite Culver’s best efforts to conceal it, Owen had long noticed that his patients fell into only two categories: the wealthy and the powerful.
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Culver wasn’t the kind of person who would come to Jamelan just to treat the infected. His real reason for coming was Aria,
Owen suspected that Culver believed the National Doctor’s Seal was with Aria.
Aria tumed to Winston and said gently, “Mr. Morton, let me take your pulse.”
Winston’s eyes darkened as he suppressed the turmoil within, then extended his hand.
Aria gently placed her fingertips on Winston’s wrist to check his pulse. After a moment, she said solemnly, “You’re infected.”
Winston had suspected he might be infected even before Madelyn offered to check his pulse, so he wasn’t all that surprised. He managed a wry smile and asked, “Madelyn, can you really tell if someone’s infected just by looking at their face?”
Given how swamped he was with village affairs, constantly on the go without protective gear, he had long been mentally prepared for getting infected.
Aria nodded. “Infected individuals show subtle changes in their eyes and complexion.”
Aria asked, “Are the caretakers here?”
Winston nodded. “They’re in the livestock barn. I’ll call them over now.”
Moments later, four women hurried over, wearing medical masks but no protective suits.
Aria examined them one by one, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper. “You’re all infected,” she said gravely. “Go get a full medical screening immediately.”
The four women stared at Aria in disbelief, unable to process what they’d just heard.
One of the women exclaimed in disbelief, “But we haven’t been near anyone else. How could we have gotten infected?”
