The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 49

Back at the apartment, Leilani opened her computer and logged into the dark web. She opened the files of the few prospective patients she had marked earlier.

After comparing and screening, Leilani chose the second case. This patient had a complex background and a difficult condition, but the payment was extremely high. Furthermore... they promised to provide some “special medical resources.”

It was a researcher in a specific field. The message requesting a house call was sincere and urgent. Based on the wording, they didn’t seem like the type to be difficult or clingy.

Leilani’s eyes were calm as she typed a reply: [I can take your case, but I have two conditions.]

Unexpectedly, the other party replied almost instantly, seemingly camping in front of the computer: [Go ahead.]

[First, I decide the location.]

[Second, I want to see the complete medical history and your hospital check-up reports first.]

Leilani’s demands weren’t difficult. A few seconds later, an encrypted file pack arrived. She opened it and scanned quickly.

From the medical report, this was a case of advanced neurotoxin erosion accompanied by organ failure—typical symptoms of long-term poisoning.

She narrowed her eyes. This kind of case was indeed hard for ordinary hospitals to eradicate. But for her, combining acupuncture, bloodletting, and herbal medicine would effect a cure. The difficulty wasn’t too high.

Leilani replied, sending the address of her shop: [Next Wednesday, 27 Finch Avenue.]

The other party confirmed immediately: [Deposit sent.]

Her phone buzzed with a bank notification—2 million dollars.

People on the dark web didn’t lack money. The total fee for this case was 7 million. Once she finished these three cases, Leilani would have a significant nest egg. Then...

Leilani closed the computer and stood up to go to the balcony. The night breeze was cool. She looked at the brilliant city lights in the distance, her eyes deep.

Herbal cabinets were built into the walls. Pulling them open revealed hundreds of small drawers, categorized and filled with rare medicinal ingredients.

And the screens in the acupuncture area could be closed at any time to ensure patient privacy.

Leilani ran her fingers over the cabinet, nodding in satisfaction. The renovation team she hired offered a full package, including post-construction cleaning, so Pure-Spring Clinic was ready for business immediately after the ribbon-cutting.

Leilani didn’t stay long. She headed to the herbal market in the south of the city. Wearing a baseball cap, she weaved through the crowded stalls.

“Miss, looking to buy something? New wild ginseng, best for energy!” a vendor called out enthusiastically.

Leilani stopped in front of the stall, picked up a ginseng root, rubbed it, sniffed it, and frowned. “This ginseng has been sulfur-fumigated, hasn’t it?”

The vendor’s face changed. “Hey, what are you saying! This is authentic wild ginseng from Everwhite Mountain!”