Chapter 208 - 206: Mr. Sinclair’s Righteousness

Chapter 208: Chapter 206: Mr. Sinclair’s Righteousness

All experiments proceeded methodically. During this time, Rian Sinclair stayed by their side, reviewing the data recorded by the medical staff every night. Fortunately, the data returned excellent results each time. Things were heading in a positive direction.

The medical staff did their utmost to care for everyone, constantly checking on their reactions and symptoms. After a week of this grueling routine, Rian finally realized that avoiding hair loss was impossible. Luckily, she was young and had a thick head of hair—it would grow back.

The one-week Phase I trial concluded perfectly. As they prepared to leave, every participant hugged Rian with tearful, emotional eyes.

"Thank you. My child is saved!"

"Thank you! I can save my wife now. Thank you for your medicine!"

"Thank you so much..."

As Rian saw them off, "thank you" were the words she heard most. Yet, she wanted to thank them as well. She was grateful for their trust and their willingness to come here as volunteers.

The subsequent Phase II clinical trials soon commenced. Most of the new arrivals were relatives of the Phase I participants, who had signed up on their behalf. However, some of those patients had already passed away during the waiting period. Because of this, Rian had heard a lot of crying during the Phase I trials, but those grieving relatives hadn’t left. Instead, they stayed and continued to follow the trial schedule.

In their own words: "Even though my loved one is gone, I understand exactly how the families of cancer patients feel. I will cooperate with you, and I hope your medicine can save them."

Phase II was much stricter than Phase I. Because the drug was now being administered directly to actual patients, their true conditions had to be rigorously documented. The higher-ups also dispatched specialized personnel to audit and verify the process. Rian stood quietly to the side, listening as an elderly man in a white lab coat addressed the medical staff.

"The current Phase II trial will be our most exhausting endeavor yet. Yesterday, many patients already ate, and the data is accurate. It is now 9:01 a.m. All volunteers have been thoroughly examined, which means our Phase II trial can officially begin.

"Phase II is completely different from Phase I. Phase I consisted of healthy volunteers, making it relatively relaxed. Now, we are dealing with actual patients, so oversight must be strict. At night, we’ll need you to pull a few all-nighters with us in case any patients develop complications, ensuring we can monitor the trial’s effects and provide immediate treatment."

Rian leaned quietly against the wall, listening to the old man’s speech. He was Elder Rhodes, an expert dispatched by the military who possessed incredibly profound medical expertise. As the inventor of the medicine, she wanted this trial to succeed more than anyone else. Once it did, it would save thousands upon thousands of patients currently suffering in the agonies of cancer.

Elder Rhodes went over every potential issue regarding Phase II before finally concluding, "The inventor of this miraculous medicine is standing right here with us. I would very much like her to come up and say a few words."

Most of the medical staff for this phase were veterans from Phase I who had stayed behind to follow up on the second round of trials, while a small fraction had been reassigned from the military district. Thus, many of them already recognized Rian and immediately turned to look at her.

Meeting their gazes, Rian smiled and stepped forward. Being suddenly put on the spot left her feeling a bit helpless, but she didn’t complain.

"I’m very grateful to the higher-ups for their support of this clinical trial, and I also want to thank Elder Rhodes for joining us. This trial will last for a month, and I hope we can all work hard together.

"More importantly, I hope this medicine successfully cures our patients. What comes next relies entirely on your duties as medical professionals. I ask that you record all patient data accurately and without error.

"That is the most vital aspect of this clinical trial. Thank you all for your participation. The follow-up care in this latter stage is of the utmost priority."

With Rian’s speech concluded, the remainder of the time was handed over to them—these lovely angels in white.

The Phase II trial was incomparably more arduous than Phase I. During the first two weeks, there were several days where Rian was so busy she couldn’t sleep at all. Because the drug was now being tested on patients, there were still many areas needing improvement. For the formula to perfectly adapt to the human body, its real-world application was the only way to reveal what needed tweaking.

As a result, she spent these past few days sprinting back and forth between the patient wards and the laboratory. Whenever she had a spare moment, she reviewed the data logged by the medical staff. This grueling routine successfully caused her to lose weight all over again.

However, seeing every patient’s condition start to improve made Rian feel it was all worth it. If losing a few extra strands of hair could save millions of lives, then so be it. What was a little hair loss anyway? She loved losing hair!

Seeing the cancer cells in each patient’s body diminish as new, healthy cells grew, and knowing that the eradicated cancer cells weren’t returning, Rian finally knew. It was a success.

Veridia would no longer be a nation that turned pale at the mere mention of cancer. Veridia was now the very first country to successfully conquer the disease.

Everyone gathered together once again, but this time, the crowd was much larger. The patients’ families had also arrived. Seeing their loved ones taking a turn for the better, their complexions no longer as ghastly as before, brought them immense joy. The patients were healing, regaining their health, and starting their lives anew.

Rian watched the crowd from offstage. This time, she didn’t step into the spotlight, choosing instead to stay quietly behind the scenes. The medical staff on stage looked at the fully recovered patients, their eyes brimming with tears.

They had succeeded!

The crowd below erupted into cheers, roaring in celebration of the person who had saved them.

"Thank you, Ms. Sinclair! Thank you for saving us! I finally have a healthy body again, and I can properly take care of my family. They won’t have to shed tears of sorrow for me anymore. Thank you, Ms. Sinclair!"

"When I saw my son getting better, when I saw him smile and call me ’Mom,’ I truly realized just how precious he is. He’s gaining weight, and he smiles so sweetly now. This is all thanks to Ms. Sinclair! Thank you for your medicine; it saved him!"

"My entire family has a history of cancer. I am incredibly grateful for your medicine, Ms. Sinclair. When the doctor told me that there were no cancer cells left in my body and that they wouldn’t grow back, I knew I was going to live. Thank you, Ms. Sinclair."

"When I was first diagnosed, I fought hard, firmly believing I could beat it. But as the years went by, I suffered immense torture. Still, I persevered—until I met you, Ms. Sinclair. Thank you for your invention. I survived!"

"Mr. Sinclair is truly noble!"

"Mr. Sinclair is truly noble!"

Standing behind the scenes, Rian listened to the gratitude pouring from the crowd. Donovan Sinclair stood beside her. "Miss, aren’t you going to go out and say a few words?"

Rian smiled and shook her head. "They shouldn’t be thanking me. They should thank themselves for holding on.

"Fighting cancer isn’t easy. Even with the medicine, enduring the pain requires sheer willpower. They are the ones who saved themselves.

"It’s because they refused to give up on themselves that they finally succeeded."

Rian wasn’t wrong. She had witnessed the agony they endured, yet every single one of them had pulled through. They hadn’t given up; they had truly been their own saviors. The medicine was merely a crutch—pushing through to the very end had depended entirely on them.

Rian left with a smile. She had accepted their gratitude, but the subsequent Phase III and Phase IV trials still awaited her.