The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350 Locked on the Nineteenth Floor

Chapter 350 Locked on the Nineteenth Floor

After hanging up the phone, the director immediately ordered the doctors and nurses on the nineteenth floor into full lockdown.

Panic rippled through the staff. But they were well-trained, and once they understood the catastrophic consequences of the toxin spreading, they steadied themselves and worked in sync with Sloane’s treatment plan.

The patients, however, reacted very differently. When they learned the floor had been sealed off, emotions erupted like wildfire.

The military arrived within the hour. Soldiers in camouflage, rifles in hand, quickly took up positions at every critical point of the nineteenth floor. Checkpoints sprang up at stairwells and corridors, elevators were guarded by armed men, and no one was permitted in or out.

At first, the patients only felt uneasy. But when they saw soldiers suddenly surrounding the floor in full combat gear, fear exploded into chaos.

“What’s happening? Why are you locking us in here?” a young man cried, his voice trembling. His words were like a lit fuse, setting off the rest.

“We want out! You can’t keep us here!” another roared. One young, strong patient snapped entirely, eyes bloodshot as he charged the barricade, trying to break through.

The soldiers shifted instantly into formation, shields up, weapons steady. The tension snapped into open violence when a doctor rushed forward to calm things down. “Everyone, please, stay calm! This is for your safety-”

He never finished. The out-of-control patient struck him square in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground with a groan of pain.

The floor plunged into chaos. Cries, curses, and sobs overlapped. Some crouched in corners weeping silently, others pounded on locked doors, while more hurled questions and accusations at the doctors.

Sloane arrived in the midst of the turmoil, clutching a stack of blood test reports, her face drawn tight with urgency. She pushed her way through the mass of bodies and planted herself in the middle of the hall. “Everyone, quiet! Listen to me!”

But her voice was swallowed in the storm. She drew a sharp breath, then shouted again, this time with all the strength in her lungs, her voice hoarse from the force: “I have your blood test results right here!”

That silenced them. The patients froze, eyes fixed on the sheaf of papers in her hands-the papers that seemed to hold their fate.

Sloane’s expression was grim, her voice unsteady but resolute. “Inside your bodies is a toxin unlike any other. Once it activates, in three to seven days-only three to seven days-you will die. Worse, the virus is highly contagious. Your families, your friends, every person in this city could be infected because of you. Staying here is the only chance you have. Every doctor in this military hospital will fight with everything we’ve got to save you. But if you insist on leaving, you won’t just be choosing death for yourselves-you’ll be dragging countless innocent lives down with you!”

Her words struck like thunder, Anger and defiance drained from the patients’ faces, replaced by stark

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