Ch. Ch 25 Don’t come back Ch 25

I left the research institute seventeen years later. 

The drug development had been a complete success, and the silver poisoning antidote for werewolves was approved to be marketed at affordable prices. 

I attended the press conference with my fellow researchers and mentors. 

Many silver poisoning patients and their families spontaneously came to the venue, moved to tears as they expressed their 

gratitude. 

That day happened to be the Full Moon Festival, the anniversary of my parents‘ sacrifice in the line of duty. 

Time seemed to have rewritten their ending. 

I suddenly remembered that night many years ago when my mother held me gently and said: 

“If we make progress a little faster, those patients could afford the medicine before the New Year and have a better holiday.” 

Back then, I understood little about many things. 

I couldn’t comprehend the burning passion and mist in my mother’s eyes. 

She said softly: “In this world, too many patients choose to give up their lives because of poverty and expensive drugs.