Due to its challenging growing conditions, the herb had almost disappeared a decade ago. No kidding, the price of Spring Snow Herb could currently compete with that of a suburban villa—assuming it could still be located. Its value only continued to grow these days.
A complex expression flashed in Katelyn’s eyes, but no matter how uncommon and valuable it was, she had to seek it out. Find the newest release on f?ndnovel.net
Katelyn opened the hospital’s medicine cabinet and swiftly combined several medications. Injecting them into an IV bag, she delivered the solution to Carol via an intravenous drip.
“I’ll visit each day to assess her condition and modify the medication as necessary. If anything unforeseen occurs, inform me right away.”
“Alright,” Neil responded, his eyes marked by a trace of confusion as he asked, “Aren’t you staying here to monitor her condition?”
“That’s the nurse’s job. I’m only responsible for the treatment.” With that, Katelyn rushed out without glancing back.
She had just come up with a plan to obtain the Spring Snow Herb. The black market! It was a murky, shadowy underground world. Anything out of the ordinary, and even illicit, could be exchanged in this place. As long as one had money, they could acquire whatever they desired—organs, live bodies, anything like that.
She could only take her chances at the black market now.
Katelyn took a taxi back to her villa. After removing her outfit and mask, she chose to call Vincent.
“Mr. Adams, I need your help with something.”
The black market was laden with peril, and she required a trustworthy ally. For those who recognized its value, the Spring Snow Herb was more precious than even weapons. If it weren’t so rare, it wouldn’t have become so costly and hard to locate. But that was just how things worked—less truly was more.
Half an hour later, Vincent pulled up in front of Katelyn’s doorstep. By this time, she had already put on full bulletproof gear, not only loading her standard handgun but also stashing a mini arsenal.
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Katelyn tossed a bulletproof vest to Vincent. He cast a cursory glance at the weapons cache, then at Katelyn, who was still meticulously scouring for grenades, and frowned.
“What exactly is this Spring Snow Herb you’re searching for? Do we really need all this gear?”
“The black market is an anarchic realm. The more we carry, the safer we shall be,” Katelyn replied without looking up.
She continued packing more weapons into the box.
“Although money can procure nearly anything in that domain, we cannot disregard the likelihood of others coveting what we seek. It’s preferable to be over-prepared than under-prepared.” Her voice was earnest.
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