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CHAPTER 56: THE PLATINUM BRIBE

작가: Kene Smart
last update 게시일: 2026-03-22 15:41:19

ISLA'S POV

Fifty-seven minutes remain on the clock. Dr. Walsh is shouting orders now, a frantic conductor trying to lead a collapsing orchestra. Outside, ambulances line up in a jagged row, their red lights sweeping across the lobby glass in rhythmic, silent warnings. They aren't here for us; they are for the critical cases whose hearts might stop if they are unplugged for even ten seconds.

In the brutal hierarchy of emergency medicine, chronic MS doesn’t earn a siren. It gets a clipboard and a
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