Novel & Cerita Why Is It Called Monkey Blood Medicine

She shook her head“Not many know but enough.” Her voice trembled slightly. “They’re hunting down our type for experiments.” Another of them added bitterly, “They use our blood to test theories for new medical treatments.” “Some pharmaceutical companies believe werewolf blood could cure human illnesses.” My jaw tightened. “And the drug?” “They use it to weaken wolves before capturing them,” he explained with anger in his eyes. How come I had never heard about any of this happening in the city? No letters, no complaints and this made the next question unavoidable.

"Why should I be bothered? There is nothing I can do. My sickness doesn't have any cure. It will end up killing me anyway. I just want to enjoy my life and live as if nothing would happen. This life doesn't deserve my frowning face." "Mr Alcatraz, I think there is a little bit of hope." one of the doctors spoke up. "There is this family who were rumored to have a special gift. After some series of test, it was discovered that it wasn't a rumor but true." he passed and looked at them. They were all listening keenly to what he has to say. He went on, "This family has a strong blood that makes them immune. They have an immunity to any kinds of sick. Their bloods were used to cure sicknesses and

"This is why I want to see your neck." I lowered my gaze to the object in his right hand. "What is that?" "It did not exist during your time, so it's new to you, but the doctors call this thing an injection. Because of the epidemic, doctors develop this type of medication," he explained. "What is the red thing inside the injection?" "My blood," he kindly replied. "Your blood?" "Yes," he answered with a smile. "B-but what are you going to do with all that blood of yours?"

“Grace—Johnson. He collapsed.” The infirmary buzzed with panicked murmurs. Healers surrounded Johnson’s small body, pale and trembling with fever. Tubes ran into his arms. His chest heaved as if every breath fought back shadows. Grace held his hand tightly. “What happened?” Moon-pox. A rare and deadly virus, dormant for a generation. One of the envoy's servants had unknowingly carried it. “We’ll try a lunar transfusion,” the healer said. “It worked once. But it’s experimental.”

The liquid inside was unsettling; it moved like thick oil but shone with a quicksilver light. "Before the current bloodlines, when the Alphas feared losing their power to the mixed races, this medicine was banned," Maeve's voice was barely audible, a low whisper of ancient history. "It's called The Awakening Draught. It was meant for those who showed signs of dormant wolf blood, those who should have shifted, but whose change was suppressed by a dominant human bloodline." She placed the cold vial directly into my hands. The heavy glass pulsed slightly, immediately heating my skin. It felt dense and vital.

At that time, there was nothing on him, but only a name card stained with blood. It was written on the business card, William. So she guessed that it might be his name. She tried her best to bring him back. When she returned, she found that he had been poisoned. In order to save him, she did not hesitate to use her own blood as a medicine guide. She was the descendant of an old Chinese medicine doctor. She had been fed a lot of herbs since she was a child, so her blood could cure many diseases and cure many poisons. Her anemia started at that time.

My blood was indeed the only solution that could save the people affected with the sickness. I thought they would need a lot of my blood but they only needed it as a primary ingredients to develop the medicine. It was only a drop that was needed per person. Even though I gave out a lot of blood, and it made me weak for days, I was able to cover up many people that were affected. They were healed immediately. Now I wonder what everyone's perspective of being a red wolf is. Do they still see me as a curse or do they think everything that happened was because of me?

My ex-colleague, Brenda Wilson, finds out from an unknown source that I have taken in an adopted son. Because of that, she insists on matchmaking my son with her niece. "My niece has graduated from a proper college, you know! You don't have to prepare any fancy wedding gifts… Just 800 thousand dollars will do! On top of that, you can put her name on the deed of that fancy deluxe apartment in the city center. "From the way I see it, there's no need to choose the perfect date anymore. They should get their marriage registered tomorrow and do their best to give birth to a cute baby boy!" My adopted son has a volatile temper, so there's no way he'll go on a blind date with some random woman.

With a weak sigh, Roxanne commented, making Vladimir chuckle. "Don't be stupid; that was just a name. The term "Blood Moon Curse" does not refer to being cursed by the moon. The moon gave it to the Monte Cruz family as one of the selected families to help balance the vampire realm. It was a gift to be able to control the vampire's natural bloodlust. It's a medicine and meal given to them on their first day of awakening, but because something happened to them, you must take it, or you'll never be able to control the Monte Cruz blood that lives within you. And who knows? You might end up killing everyone you care about." With a stern voice and look, Vladimir explained the truth about the blood

My job- a nice way of convincing myself for bleeding myself half to death for strangers. It's been almost a month since I arrived at the Moonwhite Pack and began my daily work in the infirmary, working alongside the pack healers and Mia. To my immense relief, and frankly a bit of shock, the people were bouncing back to their normal selves with astonishing speed. My blood-infused concoctions had been distributed to almost everyone, even those without the illness, just to prevent further damage. The Alpha and his Luna with other members had also taken the medicine. However, while everyone else was getting better, my own health, ironically, began to decline. The sheer volume of blood I'd use wi