Ninth class citizen

Chapter 55 She is my assistant
"But, but Ava failed to awaken." The mother instinctively felt that there was something wrong with what he said.

As they were talking, they had already entered the underground warehouse behind the medical building, which was a place that had been temporarily cleared out to accommodate thousands of the lowest-level F-level patients.

Two young men poked their heads in at the door and nodded slightly at them.

Ava's mother was in a trance, so she didn't notice that the security guards and nurses who were patrolling at the door were gone.

The words of the man beside her were like a bolt of lightning, splitting her heart apart.

"You have been deceived. If it were a medium or high-level star, Ava's awakening would be monitored in all aspects. Once the possibility of failure was found, a gene stabilizer would be injected immediately. There would be no gene degeneration at all, and she would not be looked down upon or even die in great pain."

"But why, as citizens of the same Federation, they are born to enjoy these benefits, while your Ava and so many others have to endure pain until death?"

The man's voice echoed over and over again in the mother's ears.

"Yeah, why?" She murmured to herself, "We are all human beings, and we are all citizens of the Federation. Why do they have access to medicine at any time, but my Ava couldn't even wait for a life-saving medicine until she died?"

In a trance, she suddenly found herself in an unknown place. Sticky blood rain fell from the gray starry sky and merged into the reddish-brown soil under her feet.

"Mom." Ava appeared in front of her at some point, her face was gray and blue, with two streams of blood and tears flowing from under her eyes.

"I'm in so much pain and I hate it so much!"

"Ava!" The mother hugged her daughter. Her little body was as cold as ice, and no matter how she hugged her, she couldn't warm it up at all.

"Why!" she wailed.

A voice came from beside her. It was from a patient with a genetic disease who died yesterday. He walked slowly towards her with heavy steps, his voice hoarse and dark:
"Because of that damn hierarchy!"

More people joined in. They were all patients in the hospital and their families: "We can't go on like this!"

"We must do something to let them know that we are not easy to bully!"

"We want equality and justice, abolish the class system, and achieve federal welfare integration!"

The shouts grew louder and louder, like a tide, surrounding Ava's mother.

Her eyes were red, and she followed everyone else in raising her arms and shouting under the dim sky. She felt as if the burden that had been crammed in her chest was gradually breaking open, and she felt indescribably comfortable and happy.

In the reception room on the top floor of the main building, Melissa sat in the middle seat, with the leaders of the hospital and the research institute sitting on her left and right respectively.

The soundproofing of this room is quite good, but Melissa's close bodyguards are all fourth-level warriors with surprisingly better hearing than ordinary people. They heard the gunshots at the first moment and also got first-hand information from the brother guards downstairs.

At the same time, the hospital's vice president in charge of logistics also received the report from below and immediately turned pale.

He nervously interrupted the dean who was talking to Melissa, and stepped forward and whispered a few words to her under the latter's displeased look.

The dean's eyes immediately widened, and he managed not to lose his temper. He stood up and took a deep breath: "Ms. Melissa, I just received news that two extremely dangerous anti-government elements have entered this building."

Before he finished speaking, the two doors were pulled open together, and Nan Rong strode in holding Ava.

The vice president in charge of security jumped out immediately, stood in front of everyone, and shouted loudly: "Security, security!"

Other hospital leaders in the room also took action, using their bodies to block Melissa, appearing to be very loyal, brave and reliable.

On the contrary, the people sitting at the Genetic Research Institute on the other side, seeing that their director looked calm and composed, they all sat back down and joined in watching the fun.

"Ms. Melissa." The hospital director bowed and said, "It's a bit dangerous here. How about we take you somewhere else first, and then we'll invite you back after we've cleaned up this place?"

"Get out of the way." Melissa glanced at him indifferently and said.

"Hey, I'll arrange it right away, what did you say?" the dean said in a counter-argument.

Several guards stepped forward silently, picked up the people who were blocking Melissa one by one like picking up chickens, and threw them aside.

Even the dean himself was not treated preferentially. He was grabbed by the shoulders and thrown out by the tall guard. His back hit the long mother-of-pearl inlaid table, causing a dull pain in his lumbar spine.

Even so, he did not forget his duty, and rushed towards Melissa, "Sir, this man is really dangerous, and so is the sick child..."

"Oh?" Melissa blinked her lake green eyes. "Dean An means that my assistant is a dangerous anti-government element. Does that mean that I am also problematic for bringing her here?"

"Assistant?" Dean An was tongue-tied, and like everyone else in the meeting room, he stared at Nan Rong in amazement.

You know, the assistants of the direct members of the high-level star families always have impressive backgrounds and abilities. Even if she is wearing seemingly cheap clothes and not wearing any badges of rank, she is not someone that low-level star people like them can slander.

No, no, I don't mean that at all." Dean An wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked up at Nan Rong, and forced out an almost flattering smile:
"Of course this gentleman cannot be a dangerous person. It's all a misunderstanding."

Nan Rong didn't care about Melissa's address, so she didn't realize that she had become unattainable in the eyes of other people in the room.

The director of the research institute who was sitting nearby also stood up with a smile on his face and nodded to Nan Rong as if he was meeting a superior.

"Sir," he said, "I am glad to meet you. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

Nan Rong was too lazy to explain anything to the stranger. She nodded casually and reached out to brush Ava's sparse hair, allowing Melissa to clearly see the dark wrinkles on her forehead.

In just a short while, the color of the rice-shaped dark pattern became darker, with purple tinged with green, and exuding a smell of decay and withering.

"Gene degeneration?" Melissa exclaimed, walked around the table, reached out to touch Ava's forehead, and said unhappily to Dean An who had just gotten up:

"There is such a critically ill child. Why didn't you mention a word before? And you told me that you are not in a hurry at all. Do you want to wait until the child dies before watching me make a fool of myself?"

(End of this chapter)