The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 357

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…”

Before he could finish, his breathing grew shallow, his face turning ashen. Sloane pressed her fingers to his wrist-his pulse was faint and thready, on the verge of disappearing.

“He’s crashing!” Sloane barked. “Get epinephrine and norepinephrine ready-now!”

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

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

Nurses rushed to obey. She secured the airway with practiced precision. A nurse passed her the 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 with the machine.

“Pulse is weak but present,” she muttered, brow furrowed. “Keep the vasopressors going. Page ICU for advanced support. Prepare for ECMO if we lose oxygenation again,” Sloane ordered.

After nearly an hour of nonstop resuscitation-bagging, IV lines, shocks of medication-the man’s vitals finally stabilized. Sloane’s back was soaked through, her hands trembling as she pulled off her gloves.

She tucked the blanket around him with care, but her chest felt heavy with the weight of his words,

Outside the ward, a nurse guided her toward the office to rest.

In the hallway, several young nurses slumped against the wall, face shields fogged, eyes red. One girl wiped her tears quickly, hoping no one noticed.

Jesslyn, the head nurse, leaned against the wall, her face drained of all color, still mixing medication with unsteady hands.

“Jesslyn, take a break,” Sloane said softly.

Jesslyn shook her head. “Dr. Rivers, you haven’t slept in three days…” Her words cut off as she suddenly

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Chapter 357 Hidden Truths

collapsed forward. Sloane caught her, realizing her uniform was soaked through with sweat.

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