The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 239

"Intern! What nonsense are you spouting!" Dr. Wang barked fiercely, terrified the kid was about to push the billionaire over the edge.

But Sebastian's eyes had already locked onto the young man.

"Talk." His voice had returned to that chilling, dead-calm tone, which was somehow far more terrifying than him yelling.

The young doctor swallowed hard, his voice shaking but coherent. "If... if Dr. Rose were here, there might... there might still be a chance..."

"Dr. Rose?" Sebastian's brow furrowed.

"Y-Yes," the intern pressed on. "When I was doing my residency at Johns Hopkins, I studied a breakthrough paper she published specifically targeting end-stage coronary failure compounded by shock. Three years ago, she successfully saved a patient in a combat hospital in Africa with an almost identical presentation. That patient's vitals were actually worse than Isabella's..."

Before he could finish, another senior doctor's eyes widened in realization. "He's right! Dr. Rose! How could I forget? She's the undisputed authority in advanced heart failure!"

"Exactly!" another specialist chimed in rapidly. "If anyone can pull her back from the edge, it's Dr. Rose!"

"But nobody knows her exact location. Rumor has it she's somewhere in the United States right now, but tracking her down in time..."

The surgical team instantly erupted into chaotic chatter, grabbing onto the name like a lifeline in a storm.

Sebastian stood frozen. The name "Dr. Rose" echoed in his mind, instantly violently colliding with an image—Evelyn Sullivan in her crisp white coat, her eyes laser-focused in an operating room. The stacks of incomprehensible, high-level medical journals sitting on her desk...

"Dr. Rose..." he murmured to himself.

"Mr. Thorne," Dr. Wang interjected cautiously. "Dr. Rose is undeniably the pioneer of this specific treatment, but... we have zero lines of communication with her. And even if we miraculously got her on the phone, the odds of her flying out on a whim..."

"She's in New York," Sebastian said abruptly.

The entire surgical team went dead silent.

Sebastian already had his phone to his ear, hitting Evelyn's contact number.

It rang endlessly.

No answer.

He hung up and dialed again.

Still no answer.

The corridor was suffocatingly quiet. Everyone held their breath, watching the most powerful man in the city frantically redial a number that refused to connect. His face grew darker by the second, his knuckles stark white around the phone.

After the fifth unanswered call, Sebastian lowered his arm. He stared at the screen for two seconds before dialing a different number.

"Lance." When the line connected, Sebastian didn't waste a single breath. "Go to St. Jude's. Right now. Find Dr. Sullivan."

Thirty percent.

Sebastian closed his eyes. The statistic twisted like a rusted blade in his chest.

The hallway fell back into a crushing silence. The only sound was the muffled, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor seeping through the doors, a cruel reminder that time was bleeding out.

Meanwhile, in New York, it was 12:30 AM.

Inside the on-call room at St. Jude's, Evelyn had just finished stabilizing an emergency intake. She walked back into her dark office and glanced at her phone on the desk. Five missed calls. All from the exact same number—Sebastian Thorne.

She frowned. Why on earth was he calling her in the middle of the night?

Before she could process it, the phone lit up again. Unknown number.

Evelyn hesitated for a second before swiping to answer.

"Hello, who is..."

"Dr. Sullivan!" It wasn't Sebastian on the other end, but the frantic, breathless voice of Lance Sterling. "Please, you have to help us! Mr. Thorne's mother is crashing! She's dying! We need you to save her! Mr. Thorne said he'll agree to absolutely any condition you set! The private jet is fueled and waiting on the runway. Where are you right now? I'm coming to get you!"

Evelyn stood frozen in the dark office, the phone pressed to her ear in total shock.