She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 276

“If I say he can live, he’ll live.” Faced with the consultant’s outrage and the ring of armed men in the room, Loyce didn’t flinch. She met the consultant’s eyes directly. “You get one chance.”

The consultant still wanted to argue, but Laurence raised a hand, stopping him. “Miss, you've seen my reports. My condition is fragile, complex. One system fails and the rest cascade. And I can’t tolerate anesthesia.”

If they put him under and cut him open, his underlying conditions would spike and kill him.

“I know,” Loyce said. She opened her medical case and took out a small glass bottle holding a few black pills. “These are made from Frost Peppermint and extracts of rare herbs. I call them ‘Life-Tether Pills.’ This will create the conditions for surgery.”

She handed the bottle over. “Three pills. One per day starting today. On the third day, you go on the table.”

The consultant leaned close to Laurence and whispered, “No pharmaceutical company recognizes this. It’s homemade. The risk is still enormous. You should wait for the Godfather to return before deciding.”

Laurence fell silent, then asked Loyce, “Would you stay a few more days? I’ll treat you as an honored guest—consider it a holiday. I want to wait for my adopted son. I’m afraid he won’t see me one last time.”

“I have my rules,” Loyce said, standing. “Three days. Do it or don’t. Your choice.”

Laurence understood she was done for now and ordered someone to escort her to her room. Once she left, the medical team filed out from another door. They gathered around the bottle, studying the black pills.

With permission, someone carefully opened it. A crisp, penetrating mint scent immediately spilled out—so clean it felt like ice. Everyone who inhaled it felt a cool rush across the forehead, their eyes clearing as if they’d just woken up.

“What is that—some kind of drug? This doesn’t feel right.”

“She said it contains something called Frost Peppermint extract. What even is Frost Peppermint?”

The consultant spoke up, voice tight. “I saw it once when I was studying abroad, on a research expedition. Nearly died. Its companion plants are all highly toxic. The peppermint itself isn’t poisonous—used properly, it’s medicinal. But it can only survive in extreme conditions, and I’ve never heard of anyone successfully cultivating it. It has to grow alongside its toxic companions.”

“So the fatality rate is high,” someone muttered.

The room erupted into argument—some wanted to try, some refused.

In the end, Laurence made the call. “Contact Hank. Let him decide.”

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Loyce went to her room and collapsed into sleep, making up for the lost night. She didn’t wake until afternoon.

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