Chapter 209 - 207: Study Hard and Marry a Pretty Wife

Chapter 209: Chapter 207: Study Hard and Marry a Pretty Wife

She wanted nothing more than to save every patient within Veridia’s borders. She loved this country and wanted to do everything in her power for it.

The success of the reagent drew massive attention online. Everyone wanted access to it. The debut of the TRP Reagent had instantly blown up the internet, dominating every discussion. Foreign nations even began reaching out to Veridia, attempting to purchase the TRP Reagent.

However, Veridia issued a firm statement: "This pharmaceutical agent is exclusively manufactured by biological laboratories operating under the Sinclair Group."

Rian Sinclair had orchestrated this move herself. Rather than letting Veridia take the brunt of international criticism, she preferred to shoulder the judgment.

They wanted to buy it? Fine. They could come negotiate with the Sinclair Group.

While that was the official stance, behind the scenes, Rian still sold it to the state on a massive scale. Alternatively, state-owned factories handled the actual production while operating under the Sinclair Group’s name.

Working overtime, Rian finished the phase two clinical reports and uploaded them.

Regarding the TRP Reagent, Rian had focused her research on targeted therapy. The new substance she discovered could achieve cellular renewal and reproduction, meaning the resulting drug eradicated diseases on the foundation of cellular regeneration. As long as a person’s DNA was intact and their various cells were healthy or capable of rapid growth, the targeted drug would stabilize their system. This forced the body’s own immune cells into a direct standoff with malignant tumor cells.

The injection of the TRP Reagent allowed immune cells to continuously renew and regenerate, while the drug simultaneously prevented tumor cells from spreading. It turned the body into a one-sided battlefield in favor of the immune system. With that, curing the patient was only a matter of time.

Seeing the myriad of comments online, Rian didn’t offer any explanations. As for what exactly drove her into this specific field of research? It probably all started with the rewards from the system.

Quentin Sinclair called her. "Miss, many foreign countries are looking to purchase the TRP Reagent from us, and numerous international experts are requesting to meet with you.

"Some despicable individuals are even demanding that you hand over the formula. Worse yet, there are those claiming the TRP Reagent is nothing but a hoax, insisting that Veridia’s medical field couldn’t possibly have made such an advancement."

Listening to Quentin’s report, Rian paused for a moment before replying. "For now, release a public statement saying the reagent is strictly for Veridia and will prioritize domestic patients. If they sincerely wish to purchase it, we will only consider it after it has been fully popularized within Veridia.

"Reject all their demands. Don’t bother telling me about any awards they’re offering, either. As for those who want to suppress me... Let them bring it on."

Rian’s assets were currently spread across the globe—to say nothing of her arms dealing. With a single command, she could plunge many nations into a financial crisis akin to what had happened in Meridia. Anyone plotting against her would have to think long and hard about whether they could bear the consequences.

Hearing this, Quentin went to handle the matters.

With approval from the higher-ups, phase three clinical trials were about to begin. The phase three lab vaccines hit the market, allowing the public to receive the TRP Reagent on a voluntary basis. This would be followed by an observation period to gather more data on the drug’s indications and ensure nothing was missed.

The state-owned factories were ramping up production rapidly, meaning Rian wasn’t needed for the most part. She decided to give herself a well-deserved vacation during this period.

A couple of days ago, the pharmaceutical plant had called to inform her that the phase three clinical trials were essentially complete. The TRP Reagent was about to enter phase four—the phase dedicated to collecting data on side effects. This was a slow, drawn-out process that required long-term feedback.

Neither Rian nor the plant was needed for this late stage. If patients experienced any adverse side effects, they would report them directly to their local hospitals, which would then compile and send the feedback up the chain. Reaching phase four meant Rian was finally and completely freed from the project.

Stepping out of the laboratory, she was wrapped in a plush winter coat. December in Kyoro was bitterly cold. The ground was blanketed in pristine white, a heavy snowfall having begun the night before.

Rian watched the snowflakes dancing in the sky.

Northerners often yearned for the water towns of The Southlands, dreaming of visiting Faelorn in the misty, floral month of March. Southerners, on the other hand, longed for the northern landscapes, with their thousands of miles of frozen earth and swirling snow.

Those in the east dreamed of the western deserts—a lone plume of smoke rising straight up, the setting sun perfectly round over the long river. And those in the west yearned for the eastern shores, where azure waves swelled to the horizon and seagulls soared against the rosy clouds.

Rian reached out a hand, trying to catch the snow, but the flakes quickly melted against her palm. Having grown up in the south, she had never experienced—let alone seen with her own eyes—such heavy snowfall.

Basilia rested against The Serpent’s Spine Mountains, which blocked out both the cold air and the heavy snow. Snow was a rare sight in Basilia, save for the year 2008.

That historic blizzard.

Most of the time, however, Rian had only ever seen light flurries that couldn’t even accumulate on the ground.

Nearby, street cleaners were sweeping up the accumulated snow. The passing cars drove far slower than usual, and a group of children was playing with snow toys on the sidewalk.

"Here you go, miss. A little duck for you."

Rian looked down to see a bundled-up, chubby little boy who had made a snow duck using his plastic molds. She accepted it with a smile. "Thank you, little guy."

The boy shyly scratched his head. "You’re really pretty, miss."

Hearing this, Rian didn’t hold back her praise either. "You’re very handsome yourself."

The boy’s eyes lit up at the compliment. With a look of pleasant surprise, he declared, "Wait for me to grow up, miss! I’ll come marry you!"

Rian was slightly taken aback by his bold statement. Suddenly, a hand dropped onto her shoulder. "That won’t work, little man. By the time you grow up, this lady will be old and gray. Study hard, and you can find a wife even prettier than her in the future."

The little boy looked at the newcomer, made a face at him, and turned around to run off. Rian brushed the hand off her shoulder and glanced at the man standing beside her.

"Jasper Rivers. What are you doing here?"

Jasper wasn’t the least bit offended by her brushing his hand away. "You’re quite the celebrity lately," he remarked casually. "With the debut of the TRP Reagent, how many people do you think are plotting to kidnap you?"

Rian didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she pulled a cigarette from her pack, placed it between her lips, and lowered her eyes to light it. She exhaled a plume of smoke.

"Kidnap me? They don’t have what it takes." She then looked at him. "Are you here to buy the reagent from me?"

Before Jasper could answer, she shut him down. "No can do. Veridian citizens have priority. Though if you ever need it yourself, I can open up a special channel for you."

Jasper, having just been inexplicably cursed with illness, chuckled. "Rian, only you would curse me the second I show up.

"A few new mines opened up over in North Boro. Are you interested? We could head over and have some fun."

As always, Rian only smoked half the cigarette before snuffing it out and tossing the butt into a nearby trash can.

"How did you end up getting involved with that stuff?"

"It’s those so-called ’relatives’ of mine over in Portshire."

Jasper’s tone was indifferent, but Rian knew the situation well. "Has to do with your grandfather?"

Jasper’s connection to Portshire stemmed from the fact that he had saved the Shipping Magnate, who had then taken him in as an adopted grandson. However, the Shipping Magnate’s actual family was far from pleased and constantly tried to make things difficult for him.

Thinking of this, Rian looked at him. "Do you need my help?"

Jasper smiled and shook his head. "I’m not so useless that I need Rian’s help just yet. I just saw you cooped up in the lab every day and figured I’d drag you out for a walk."