The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 71

Consciousness was like a small boat in the deep sea, drifting and bobbing, lost to time...

Sloane Taylor slowly opened her eyes. She saw a white ceiling and white sheets. The sharp scent of disinfectant filled the air, and the vital signs monitor beside her bed emitted a faint, rhythmic hum.

She massaged her throbbing temples and pushed herself up into a sitting position.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open. A nurse in pale pink scrubs walked in carrying a tray. Seeing her awake, she immediately broke into a smile. "Ms. Taylor, you're awake? How are you feeling?"

"Where am I?"

Sloane had a vague feeling that this wasn't a standard ward at the Red Cross Hospital.

"This is the special observation ward for Project Vitas," the young nurse replied as she expertly adjusted the IV drip. "Dr. Foster personally arranged for you to be here. You fell unconscious last night, and he stayed by your side for half the night. He just left for his rounds. He left strict orders to give you a full-body checkup once your condition stabilized."

A full-body checkup?

Sloane frowned in frustration. At a crucial time like this, the expedition team was about to depart. Why did she need a comprehensive medical exam?

If Garrison Foster actually found out about her brain cancer, all her hard work over the past few days would be for nothing!

Almost instantly, Sloane made her decision—she couldn't stay here.

She threw off the covers and got out of bed, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm fine. I just inhaled some thick smoke. Thank you, but I'd like to go home."

"Ah? Ms. Taylor, you can't do that!"

The nurse hastily set down the tray and rushed over. "You still have an IV in your hand!"

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