Ninth class citizen

Chapter 367 Only She Can Take the Blame

A week ago, Wendy was assigned by Mr. Dylan to deliver an injection to the genetic disease clinic in Burgen.

It was a Tier 1 E gene stabilizer, and the recipient of the drug was the woman in front of us.

She recalled that when she received the injection from Dylan, there was no packaging whatsoever.

Normally, all injections sent from the research institute should be accompanied by disposable medicine storage boxes to prevent the medicine from becoming ineffective.

But Mr. Dylan was very impatient: "The new drug that was just taken off the synthesis table, as long as you work a little faster, there is no need to waste a drug storage box."

His words were not without merit. If the temperature does not exceed 20 degrees Celsius, the injection will not be damaged even after being left at room temperature for several hours or half a day.

A disposable medicine storage box costs at least 500 Cowans, and Wendy has neither the money nor the obligation to pay for such a thing out of her own pocket.

Fortunately, the journey went smoothly, and she arrived at the gene clinic in just half an hour to deliver the medication.

There was a chubby little boy lying on the hospital bed, but Wendy was in a hurry to get back to the work that was pressing down on her, so she didn't take a closer look.

Unexpectedly, this woman and her husband showed up at my door today.

“The medicine that day was newly made by Mr. Dylan,” Wendy said with difficulty, but because her cheeks were swollen, her words were all distorted and no one could hear her clearly.

She looked anxiously at Dylan: "Sir, please explain! That's your newly made medicine. I delivered it within half an hour; there couldn't be any problem. Besides, it was your instruction not to use the medicine storage box."

She mumbled on and on, but no one paid any attention. However, Mr. Dylan's apologetic voice reached her ears:

"Mrs. Owen, I'm so sorry. You can't judge a book by its cover. I really didn't expect that such an honest-looking girl would be after the money for that medicine box."

Director Jia of the Burgen City Gene Research Institute also stepped forward: "Regardless of the circumstances, our institute bears responsibility for accepting such an intern. Here's the arrangement: the hospital will handle the child's follow-up treatment, and the intern..."

He turned around and looked at Wendy with disgust: "We will not tolerate this either, and we will deal with it seriously!"

“No need to trouble yourself!” The woman’s husband stepped forward and said coldly, “I’ve already called the police, and they’ll be here soon!”

Dylan's fists clenched involuntarily. If the police investigated further, it could very well implicate him.

"Isn't it unnecessary to make such a fuss?" he said. "It's just a medicine box; it doesn't meet the criteria for filing a case. Our Chief Jia has already said that we won't let it go easily."

“That won’t do!” Mr. Owen interrupted him. “It’s not about the money, it’s that she almost killed my son—it was poisoning, it was murder! She has to spend the rest of her life on Prison Planet!”

"I didn't!" Wendy said urgently, but no one understood her, and no one paid any attention.

But she didn't want to give up, still sobbing and whispering, "There are surveillance cameras in the hospital. The medicine I got from Mr. Dylan is exactly like this, and I even asked him about it."

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she rushed to Dylan, grabbing his arm tightly.

"I understand, it wasn't my fault. That potion wasn't newly made; it was from before."

With a loud thud, Wendy was shoved heavily to the ground.

Dylan frowned, impatiently patting the spot where she had pulled him.

"Incomprehensible." He said coldly, "People always have to pay the price for their greed."

The sound of hurried footsteps rang out, and a team of uniformed police officers entered. After briefly assessing the situation, they immediately handcuffed Wendy.

From beginning to end, they never thought of reviewing the building's surveillance footage or conducting any other investigations. Based solely on a few words between Director Jia and Mr. Dylan, they had already identified the real culprit and were about to drag the person away.

This doesn't actually follow normal arrest procedures. But whether it's Director Jia, the Owens, or Mr. Dylan, the third-level gene optimization specialist, they are all prominent figures in Burgen City.

In most cases, what they say is the strongest evidence.

Wendy, handcuffed and dragged away, didn't understand how things had turned out this way. She tilted her head back, her gaze sweeping blankly over the faces of everyone present.

Those people either remained silent or looked away.

Yes, most of the people present were gene optimizers, the most intelligent group in the entire Federation, and they were also familiar with the various unspoken rules of the gene research institute. Of course, they could guess what the truth behind this matter was.

Mixing a small amount of waste liquid with the synthesized drug to create more drugs is a common practice among many mid- to low-level gene optimization specialists.

Dylan wasn't the only one; many people present had done similar things.

To avoid detection, this mixing was often done in a 5:6 ratio, meaning five doses of the same medicine were mixed to make six doses.

The potions prepared in this way have a very small chance of causing problems, and most of the problems can be attributed to the potion's low grade causing probabilistic failure.

But if you walk the dark road too often, you'll eventually encounter a ghost. Dylan wasn't very lucky. The Owen family's children were the worst case scenario; one of them was poisoned and almost died.

But he was also lucky, because he still had Wendy.

She wasn't the only intern at the Burgan City Gene Research Institute. But all the other interns had connections; Wendy was different.

The Wen family was completely ruined, leaving only Wendy. She had no one to rely on, and anyone could trample on her.

Therefore, it is most appropriate for her to take the blame for this mess.

She was short of money and also had a motivation to take revenge on society.

No one would say a word for her.

However, Wendy was not taken away by the police hovercar.

A long line of black government hovercars roared in, completely surrounding the Burgen City Gene Optimization Institute, and several important figures from the province stepped out from among them.

The mayor of Burgen bowed and led the way, followed closely by the newly appointed high-ranking official of Hershey Province and the director of the Gene Research Institute, along with a long line of secretaries, assistants, and entourage. The huge crowd bumped right into the police officers who were holding Wendy.

The officers quickly pulled Wendy aside and bowed to her.

The important figures were in a hurry and had no time to pay attention to this little episode. Only one of the escorts at the back casually asked a question.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he heard Wendy's name, he jumped up and rushed to the front without saying a word, hurriedly saying a few words.

Then, the important figures who had already stepped into the gates of the gene research institute all turned back.

When Director Jia and his entourage rushed out to greet them, they witnessed an unbelievable scene.