The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 173

The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 173 Buying Lives

“Mr. Rose! Adam Rose!” Melton and the others rushed straight into the sea of wounded, frantically searching for familiar faces.

Elizabeth forced down the bile rising in her stomach and the rage burning in her chest as she scanned the scene.

There were many dead, but there were also many survivors.

Most of them, however, were gravely injured.

Without immediate treatment, they wouldn’t make it through the day.

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In this interstellar era, conventional medicine had long been replaced by highly efficient treatment pods.

From flesh wounds to severe trauma, as long as one entered a treatment pod in time, full recovery was almost guaranteed.

The cost, however, was astronomical.

Elizabeth lifted her gaze toward the recycling station that was now eerily calm, as if nothing had happened. Her eyes turned ice–cold.

Taking a steady breath, she walked toward the exchange window that had just reopened.

Behind it stood an expressionless robotic attendant that was clearly accustomed to scenes like this.

“What’s the price to rent a treatment pod?” Elizabeth asked directly.

“Minor injuries: one hundred thousand stellar coins per session. Severe injuries: five hundred thousand per session. Energy must be supplied separately, or additional fees will apply.” The robotic voice was mechanical and indifferent.

For the people of this garbage planet, those prices were completely out of reach.

At this moment, the only one who could afford it was Elizabeth.\

But she was no saint, and she never did business at a loss.

She turned and quietly gave a few instructions to Fiona.

Fiona froze for a moment, then immediately understood. She quickly drafted a simple electronic agreement on her device.

Elizabeth took the holographic screen, reviewed the terms, and after confirming everything was in order, sent it to Tiffany and the others.

“Tell them, if they want to live, they should put their fingerprint down. Sign this agreement, and I’ll pay for their treatment pods. If they don’t sign, their life or death has nothing to do with me.”

The agreement was simple. It was an IOU, and the method of repayment was labor.

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Elizabeth would cover the treatment costs upfront. The injured, or their families, would repay the debt through work in the future until it was fully settled.

The news spread like a splash of cold water into boiling oil, instantly stirring unrest.

Faced with the choice between life and debt, most people didn’t hesitate. They pressed their fingerprints onto the screen immediately.

For those severely injured and unconscious, their families decided for them.

And for those with no one, Elizabeth didn’t hesitate to instruct, “Grab their hands. Press it for them.”

“Isn’t that a bit… wrong?” someone muttered, hesitant.

“Do it.” Elizabeth’s voice was absolute. “If they want to live, this isn’t the time to worry about formalities. Or are you going to pay for them?”

That shut everyone up.

Melton, Tiffany, and the others didn’t hesitate. They grabbed the hands of the unconscious and pressed their fingerprints onto the agreement.

Of course, there were always those looking to take advantage.

A middle–aged man with only a gunshot wound through his arm shuffled forward, putting on a pitiful expression. “Please, have mercy. We’re already in such a miserable state. How could we ever repay you? Since you’re so wealthy, why not just save us for free?”

Elizabeth looked at him. Her eyes were completely devoid of warmth. Then, a cold smile touched her lips. “You’re asking me for mercy? Why don’t you ask the recycling station to show mercy and let you use their treatment pods for free?”

The man froze, his face flushing red.

Elizabeth didn’t spare him another glance. Her gaze swept over the others who were still conscious and still hesitating. Then, her voice rang out, clear and sharp. “Don’t misunderstand. I’m not some saint who helps people without expecting anything in return. I’m a businesswoman. If you want to live, follow my rules. If you don’t want debt, then endure it yourself. The choice is yours.”

Faced with the brutal reality of life and death, any last trace of hesitation was shattered.

Aside from a very small number who believed their injuries were minor enough to survive, everyone else, or their families, pressed their fingerprints onto the agreement.

Elizabeth looked at the densely packed fingerprints covering the screen calmly.

She turned back to the exchange window and paid the enormous sum of stellar coins.

Soon, a specialized metal door on the side of the recycling station slid open. Mobile treatment pods marked with the Cosmos logo were pushed out one by one. Emergency treatment began on–site.

Soft light flickered inside the pods as they sealed shut around each patient. Gradually, the sounds of pain

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