Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Yvette’s slender, pale fingers held the medical records. Since Zachary was just brought in this morning, there were only a few pages in the records.

She skimmed through the lines quickly and finished reading in just two minutes.

Seeing Yvette’s actions, Harold thought she surely didn’t understand. He thought Yvette was just trying to act confidently.

Harold wasn’t the only one who thought that way. Tristan and the surrounding doctors and nurses felt the same.

Even though Lucas was anxious, he believed Yvette had her reasons for spending time reading the records, not without purpose.

Jeremiah was completely focused on Yvette, seeing everyone else as a mere background.

After finishing the records, Yvette slightly turned, a hint of coldness on her brow. She looked up and said, “Set up the operating room for me. I will do the surgery myself.”

As soon as she said those words, everyone looked at Yvette in disbelief, who remained calm and composed.

‘Do we hear it wrong? Is she going to perform surgery on her father herself?’ everyone thought.

Even Lucas was somewhat taken aback. Although he trusted Yvette, this sounded too unbelievable.

Jeremiah paused for a moment and calmly asked, “What’s the success rate? Do we need to wait for Quentin to assist you?”

In the hallway, Tristan, Harold, and about a dozen doctors and nurses were left completely speechless again. Their expressions were indescribable.

‘It’s one thing to have one crazy person. But now there’s an even crazier person. And they are talking about Quentin’s assistance? How can they say such things without feeling guilty?’ everyone thought.

Yvette shook her head sincerely.

“No need for surgery, just acupuncture will do. The blood clot in his brain is not that big of a deal,” Yvette said.

Their conversation kept surprising the people around them repeatedly.

Even Tristan found it hard to keep listening. It was concerned about a patient’s life, Tristan would have to step in, even if it meant offending Jeremiah.

“Mr. Chavez, and Ms. Chambers, you mentioned acupuncture? Using traditional medicine? That sounds unlikely. I think we should wait for Quentin to return. I’ll ensure all the doctors in the hospital work together to try their best to save Mr. Chambers,” Tristan said.

Tristan felt he was being as polite as possible. He couldn’t trust a word Yvette was saying. Traditional medicine, while profound, had certainly declined significantly.

‘Getting rid of a blood clot without surgery? That’s absurd! Who could believe that? Tristan thought.

at what the medical report says? Do you know where the clot is located? Even with surgery, it’s not guaranteed. And you’re saying acupuncturé is enough? I can’t believe what I’m hearing, it’s just too ridiculous! Stop causing a

Aware of Jeremiah’s status, they only dared to silently

Tristan, his tone leaving no room for argument, saying, “Go,

It seemed impossible, but he still had to

you insist on personally treating your father, then please sign the consent form before entering the operating room. If anything happens to Mr. Chambers, Seacrity Hospital will not be

it was a human life

lowered, showing

get ready. If anything goes wrong, you won’t have to take

at Yvette, wanting to say something but held back. In

kept a calm

At this moment, only her decision had legal weight. Since she was determined to do things her way, no

only to lose him again. How

eyes lowered lazily, arms crossed as she leaned against a chair in the corridor. Turning to Jeremiah, who was sitting next to

He lowered his voice and reached out to tuck a stray lock of her hair behind

No one

up and gave Jeremiah a deep glance, her

“Fine,” Yvette said.

at Seacrity Hospital were incredibly efficient.

had brought from Betrico were all waiting outside

Jeremiah, who were sitting. Mainly at Yvette, an arrogant

waiver signed

room is ready, and Mr. Chambers is inside. You can go in

for a moment here, his

go in and personally perform acupuncture on

leaned against the white wall. His face was stern and cold Earlier, Tristan had already

hadn’t expected that Jeremiah was indeed someone with significant connections and

afraid, but he honestly couldn’t

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up and walked towards the operating room, her face showing

slightly, holding her hand, his thumb gently warming her

here, there’s no need

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eyebrow and suddenly smiled. The confidence in her dark