The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 The Cure

Chapter 358 The Cure

In that moment, she made her choice.

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The next morning, Sloane handed the patients over to Maxwell and the others, then locked herself inside the lab.

Everyone knew she was working on an antidote. No one knew what she was really doing.

Inside, Sloane stared at the petri dish where the virus sample glowed with an eerie blue light. She picked up a syringe she had prepared earlier, the needle glinting coldly under the lamp.

With calm precision, she drew the viral culture into the syringe and injected it into her own body.

On the nineteenth floor, chaos erupted. Alarms shrieked, monitors wailed, and the sharp beeping blended into a symphony of death.

“Bed three’s oxygen just dropped to sixty!”

“Bed seven is in multi-organ failure!”

“Bed eleven needs resuscitation!”

Maxwell sprinted between patients, the back of his lab coat soaked through. He had just finished chest compressions on bed eleven when he turned and saw the old man in bed four seize violently, the ECG exploding into jagged, chaotic waves.

“Get epinephrine!” he shouted hoarsely, his own hands shaking so badly he could barely hold the syringe.

Head nurse Jesslyn, her eyes red, slid the airway tube into place, her mask damp and fogged from her breath. She looked up just as the patient in bed six coughed a spray of blood across the white sheets, the crimson splatter stark against the sterile room.

“I can’t do this anymore…” a young nurse broke down in the corner, tears soaking her mask. “When is Dr. Rivers going to find the cure?”

At that moment, the ICU doors burst open. Everyone turned at once.

Sloane staggered inside, her skin drained of all color. Her right arm hung useless at her side, while her left hand clutched a small glass vial. Blood seeped from her sleeve, dripping onto the floor in a trail of red.

“The cure… it’s ready…” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it silenced the entire ward.

Maxwell rushed forward, taking the vial from her. Inside were seventeen jade-green pills, each giving off a faint herbal fragrance.

“One pill each… with warm water…” Sloane managed to speak before collapsing. Maxwell caught her and felt the heat radiating from her feverish body. Her right arm was covered in puncture marks from repeated injections.

Tears blurred the nurses’ eyes as they quickly distributed the pills. To everyone’s shock, within ten minutes, the elderly man in bed four opened his eyes. His oxygen levels began climbing steadily,

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Chapter 358 The Cure

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