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.

caller’s name, he walked further away to answer the phone. His eyes were cold.

Jeremiah walk away, they all breathed a deep sigh of relief. Their backs were covered in cold sweat.

worked in Betrico Hospital wiped

called in on short

Ms. Chambers can cure her father with acupuncture?” the male neurologist

male doctor from the same hospital, with whom he had a good relationship, paused to think seriously for

connection to the patient,

next to

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 left for

doctor, who was already annoyed by being sent here at the last minute, looked

bring up the topic, she quickly took the

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

Yvette was recklessly trying to save people and

nodded in

around, they all

frowned and

others. Have you forgotten your manners?”

were blunt without the slightest hint of courtesy. The group fell silent, shifting awkwardly, not daring to speak

just a director at a hospital in Seacrity, his achievements were significant. He chose to be in Seacrity by his own decision. Otherwise, he could

good major hospital in Betrico for someplace

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

kept his eyes on the operating room,

things get really bad, I will perform the surgery myself. Even if the chances of success are low, it would be better than

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

her pocket, Yvette looked casually defiant, her eyes

someone move him to a regular room,

was collectively taken

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

“You mean the blood clot in Mr. Chambers’s brain is gone

face showing no emotion

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

held a cool sharpness as she pressed her lips together. Her bright, dark

Then she said, “Yes.”