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

In the large operating room, Zachary lay on the hospital bed, face pale, breathing faint, with marks of treatment on his arms and chest.

Yvette calmly withdrew her gaze. Her eyes were calm and clear.

She extended her delicate hand to take a small packet from her black backpack, spreading it out on the table. Under the bright lights, rows of slender silver needles of different sizes glinted coldly.

Yvette squinted slightly. Her gaze was sharp and cold. Then she carried out a disinfection procedure before acting.

Twenty-four needles were inserted simultaneously. They landed precisely on Zachary’s various acupuncture points.

Yvette continued the process for over ten minutes, then changed the needles, increasing the pressure by thirty percent.

Yvette’s cold eyes shifted slightly. The second needling session lasted a full half-hour. Yvette’s hand was steady as a rock, without a hint of a tremor.

Two hours later, Yvette, with an expressionless face, put away the silver needles and placed them back in the pouch.

She slightly tilted her gaze. Then she took out a vial of reagent from her backpack.

It was a potion for repairing bodily functions that she had developed with Silas three years ago and it remained a secret to this day.

The potion the Mysonna President had always wanted but never got was now poured entirely into Zachary’s mouth by Yvette.

Zachary, after drinking the potion, lay on the bed, looking blankly the same as before without any change.

Outside the operating room, Lucas paced back and forth, muttering nonstop, “I hope the heavens protect Mr. Chambers. He must be fine. I beg the heavens.”

Lucas repeatedly and tirelessly prayed over and over again.

Harold saw the sincere concern of Lucas while Yvette ignored her own father’s life, which made him even angrier.

Jeremiah stood by the window. His calm and deep eyes gazed at the distant horizon before glancing down at his watch.

An hour and a half had passed. The other staff members found chairs and sat down.

A very plain-looking female doctor with black-framed glasses had Cardiology & Neurology written on the left side of her white coat.

The doctors and nurses that Jeremiah brought were all temporarily called in from various hospitals in Betrico. Some of them knew Tristan from regular medical seminars.

saw the caller’s name, he walked further away to answer the phone.

deep sigh of relief. Their backs were covered in cold

Betrico Hospital wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

called in on short

with acupuncture?” the male neurologist asked. His tone lacked belief, and

had

the patient, I’d suspect this was murder,” the doctor

next to him shook

saying, “Acupuncture to dissolve clotted blood? Sure, traditional medicine has done it, but only ancient medical masters could pull it off. Do you think a girl in her twenties has that kind of skill? I bet there’s little hope

doctor, who was already annoyed by being

she quickly

life. Young people today are so

was recklessly trying to save people and accused Yvette of

nodded

Jeremiah around, they all started gossiping

Tristan frowned and

Stop gossiping about others. Have you

the slightest hint of courtesy. The group fell silent, shifting awkwardly, not

a director at a hospital in Seacrity, his achievements were significant. He chose to be

perfectly good major hospital in Betrico for someplace like

first love, but

he kept his eyes on the operating room, looking very worried. He was eager to rush

the chances of success are low, it would be

the operating room opened. Yvette was standing behind the door, dressed head

Yvette looked casually defiant, her

someone move him to

was collectively taken

Harold looked at Yvette with a complex expression, mixed with doubt and

the blood clot in Mr.

face showing no emotion as they waited for

Chambers, is it true that Mr. Chambers is healed now? Is

her lips together. Her bright, dark gaze briefly swept over

Then she said, “Yes.”