LUNA THE CAPTIVE HEALER novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Hazel’s POV:

As soon as I walked out of the crew, an egg came flying at me.

“You scene–stealing bitch! Shameless whorel Stealing Caroline’s role! Who do you think you are!”

The egg hit my forehead solidly, drawing blood, causing people around to scream in shock.

“Go die! You gold–digger who slept your way to the top!” The woman kept cursing.

I touched my forehead and looked at the blood on my hand.

My expression didn’t change. I just calmly took out my phone to call the police, then glanced at the woman as if nothing had happened, turned around, got in my car, and drove away directly.

But this incident quickly climbed to the top of the trending news.

Almost simultaneously, lawyer Mason’s official account posted a legal notice, and the woman who attacked me was already arrested.

While making medicine at home, I opened my phone to a flood of incoming messages.

But the hottest were the top–liked comments in my

section.

Ranked first was Caroline’s comment-

Silver Moon Pack Caroline: “People should have some compassion.”

This comment received countless likes, with nothing but praise for her in the replies below. As I refreshed the page, the comments exploded again.

I took time to reply to this top–liked comment:

“Stop pretending, you disgust me.”

Then I scrolled down and saw Arthur’s comment, replying with just one character:

“?

Then I casually posted a tweet-

Dogs and Silver Moon Pack members are not allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere.

Instantly, the comment section exploded, the internet became a battlefield, very lively indeed.

But what was more interesting-

hapter

Several other Pack princesses who were usually low–key actually liked my tweet and comment.

Netizens began frantically speculating about my background, wondering what my origins were to make these major family princesses who never took sides publicly support me.

Of course, I didn’t mind the storm I’d stirred up at all.

I continued making medicine in the lab as usual.

Now my medicine was in short supply on the black market.

Even the batch already in circulation was selling for higher prices at black market auctions.

All of this was within my expectations, so I wasn’t surprised.

Even in that more advanced parallel world belonging to witches, my medicine was equally scarce, almost impossible to obtain.

However, this current batch of medicine, because the herbs weren’t personally cultivated by me, lost the plants‘ original spiritual energy and could only be considered inferior products.

Only herbs I personally grew could create truly superior medicine.

Now, many people on the black market were offering high prices for my information, wanting to find me personally.

But they were dreaming.

The black market already had layers of fake IPs to protect buyers‘ and sellers‘ identity information. And when I went online, I added multiple layers of protection–unless they were top hackers, they had no chance of finding out who I was.

Third Person POV:

However, what Hazel didn’t know was that as soon as her medicine flowed into the black market, it caught the attention of the werewolf medical organization WMO.

“This medicine is a new external injury drug that appeared on the black market. It can heal wounds and tissues in the shortest time, allowing people to move freely without being affected by injuries for six hours. After six hours, there are no side effects, and wound recovery is amazingly fast–more effective than any werewolf surgical procedure.”

The white coated doctor held the pill with disbelief in his eyes:

“Initially, twenty pills were sold in limited quantities, seemingly all bought by mercenary groups. Later scattered sales were also bought by some athletes. Now these mercenary groups are buying in large quantities and inquiring everywhere about the seller’s information.”

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