The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 357 Hidden Truths

Chapter 357 Hidden Truths

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Calls and alarms echoed one after another as Sloane scanned the latest lab reports. Her eyes locked on a single detail-every symptomatic patient’s blood showed the same abnormal protein structure.

She immediately relayed the finding to the head of infectious diseases, hoping this might finally give them a way forward.

To confirm her suspicion, Sloane returned to bed four. As she leaned down to check the old man’s pupils, his trembling hand suddenly gripped her wrist. For a fleeting moment, his clouded eyes cleared. His voice was weak, but his tone was steady.

“Dr. Rivers… if I don’t make it…”

“Don’t say that. We’re going to pull you through,” Sloane whispered.

The old man shook his head stubbornly, his grip tightening. “Listen to me… when I was young, I served in the military… I trained in biochemical drills…” His breath came ragged. “These symptoms… you have to cremate… burn everything… no trace…”

grew shallow, his face turning ashen. Sloane pressed her fingers to his wrist-his pulse was faint and thready, on

barked. “Get epinephrine and

quickly, her hands steady despite the chaos. The old man’s pulse was fading

a laryngoscope into place and ordered, “Start the crash cart!” Sloane snapped. “Get the meds and

endotracheal tube, and Sloane slid it in on the first attempt. Oxygen hissed as the ventilator engaged, the man’s chest rising and falling in sync

weak but present,” she muttered, brow furrowed. “Keep the vasopressors going. Page ICU for advanced support. Prepare for

man’s vitals finally stabilized. Sloane’s back was soaked through, her hands trembling as

care, but her chest felt heavy with the weight of

a nurse guided her toward

shields fogged, eyes red. One girl wiped her tears quickly, hoping

the head nurse, leaned against the wall, her face drained

take a break,” Sloane

head. “Dr. Rivers, you haven’t slept in

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6:44 pm P Ppp.