The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 352 Eight Million Lives

Chapter 352 Eight Million Lives

His eyes lingered on her with deep reluctance before he gave a heavy nod.

“Mr. Hawthorne, your time is up,” a soldier reminded him.

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Lucas cast one last, lingering look at Sloane before finally turning away. The pain in his chest made every step feel heavier than the last.

Sloane watched his figure disappear down the corridor. She forced herself to push down her emotions, then turned back and threw herself into the work that awaited her.

The moment she returned, she adjusted the treatment plan. She also ordered the hospital to release regular updates on the progress of all seventeen patients, even staging footage for the media that showed patients undergoing “memory recovery training.”

Then she called every doctor into the conference room to discuss the next phase of treatment.

the fear everyone had

trembled violently. “I’ve been practicing medicine for eight years, and I’ve never seen

nurse Jesslyn clutched the collar of her protective suit so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Dr. Rivers, are you certain… Are you certain we won’t get infected?” Her

went cold at her words. A young nurse from the lab broke down sobbing. “Are we all going to

chair and stood up, his voice breaking. “I want to request a

room grew thick with

long moment. Then she switched on the projector. The microscope image of a blood sample lit the wall

“Look closely. These nanoscale viral particles have a unique protein structure.” Her fingers trembled, but her voice carried steady determination as she traced the outline. “They disguise themselves as neurotransmitters and can stay dormant for up to twenty- one days. But what’s worse-” She switched the

pen slipped from his fingers and

herself to keep speaking. “If this virus ever gets out of this hospital, three days. That’s all it would take. In three days, every subway, every school, every marketplace in Stonebridge-” She broke off, unable to finish. The light from the projector carved

frozen, a chill crawling down their spines. None of

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