The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 573

Even before the partnership began, Citrine had already sent people to investigate hospitals big and small. But people’s hearts are unpredictable, and when faced with the lure of money, few can truly resist their own desires.

Desire is like a demon—it chips away at a once-innocent soul until there’s nothing left.

Crestwood Medical Research Center had established collaborations with hospitals across the country. In theory, this outbreak should’ve been swiftly contained. Instead, the opposite happened: a number of hospitals and related organizations saw the crisis as a golden opportunity, exploiting it to make a fortune.

At first, patients didn’t notice anything amiss. But as hospitals grew increasingly callous, more and more people suffered—some were delayed so long in getting proper care that, by the time they finally saw a doctor, it was too late even to attempt surgery. All they could do was wait for the end.

This utter lack of responsibility and the toxic atmosphere infected the doctors, too. Mistakes crept into the operating room, and patients who might have survived died needlessly on the table.

Recently, flu patients all over the country took to the internet, venting their outrage about the hospitals’ negligence.