The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 352

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.

But once the doors closed, the fear everyone had been hiding finally surfaced.

“Dr. Rivers, are you absolutely sure about your conclusion?” Maxwell, a young attending physician, slammed the table. The report in his hand trembled violently. “I’ve been practicing medicine for eight years, and I’ve never seen a virus that can hide in the bloodstream like this!”

Head 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 voice trembled.

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

The head of anesthesiology suddenly pushed back his chair and stood up, his voice breaking. “I want to request a transfer. My daughter’s only three years old…”

The air in the room grew thick with panic.

Sloane stood silent for a long moment. Then she switched on the projector. The microscope image of a blood sample lit the wall with an eerie blue glow:

She let out a slow, shaky breath and pointed at the screen. “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 slide to an animated model. “Once activated, they can spread through sweat, saliva, and even a single breath. Its infection rate is nearly four times that of influenza.”

The room went dead silent. Maxwell’s pen slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a sharp crack.

“If…” Sloane’s voice caught in her throat. She clenched her hand so hard her nails bit into her skin, forcing 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 deep shadows across her face.

The doctors sat frozen, a chill crawling down their spines. None of them dared to picture the

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Chapter 352 Eight Million Lives

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