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.

walked further away to answer the phone. His eyes were cold. He had a

all breathed a deep sigh of relief. Their backs were covered in cold sweat.

Jeremiah left, a male neurologist, who worked in Betrico Hospital wiped the

called in on

can cure her father with acupuncture?” the male neurologist asked. His tone lacked belief, and everyone present

with whom he had a good relationship, paused to think

if it wasn’t for her connection to the patient, I’d suspect this was murder,” the doctor

female doctor sitting next

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?

middle-aged female doctor, who was already annoyed by being sent here at the

the topic, she quickly

this young girl just wants to impress Jeremiah by risking her dad’s life. Young people today are so different from our time, so bold,” the

save people and accused

nodded in

they all started gossiping negatively

more outrageous, Tristan frowned and coughed.

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

blunt without the slightest hint of courtesy. The group fell

He chose to be in Seacrity by his own decision. Otherwise, he could have chosen any hospital he

perfectly good major hospital in Betrico

to his first love, but

their conversation. Instead, he kept his eyes on the operating room, looking very worried.

myself. Even if the chances of success are low, it would be better

was torn and undecided, the door to the operating room opened. Yvette was standing behind the door, dressed head

pocket, Yvette looked casually defiant,

voice sounded, saying, “Could someone

collectively taken

Harold looked at Yvette with a complex expression, mixed with

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

showing no emotion as they waited for

true that Mr. Chambers is

a cool sharpness as she pressed her

Then she said, “Yes.”