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.

a phone call. When he saw the caller’s name, he walked further away to

a deep sigh of relief. Their backs were covered in cold sweat. Jeremiah’s presence was so strong that they felt

left, a male neurologist, who worked in Betrico Hospital wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He

called in on short

Chambers can cure her father with acupuncture?” the male

hospital, with whom he had a

to the patient, I’d suspect this

sitting next to him

only ancient medical masters could pull it off. Do you think a girl in her twenties

female doctor, who was already annoyed by being sent

bring up the topic, she quickly took

by risking her dad’s life. Young people today are so different from our time, so bold,” the female doctor

was implying that Yvette was recklessly trying to save people and accused Yvette of being vain and

nodded

they all started gossiping

outrageous, Tristan frowned and coughed. There was an aura of

gossiping about others. Have you forgotten your manners?” Tristan

The group

to be in

major hospital in Betrico

said Tristan was here to fulfill a promise to his first love, but no one knew if it was true

kept his eyes on the operating room, looking very

perform the surgery myself. Even if the chances of success are

opened. Yvette was standing behind

pocket, Yvette looked casually

sounded, saying, “Could someone move

was collectively taken

with a complex

was rough, asking, “You mean the blood clot in Mr.

were on Yvette, her face showing no emotion as they waited for her

asked excitedly, “Ms. Chambers, is it true that Mr. Chambers

cool sharpness as she pressed her lips together. Her bright, dark gaze briefly swept

Then she said, “Yes.”