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.

the caller’s name, he walked further away to

others saw Jeremiah walk away, they all breathed a deep sigh of relief. Their backs were covered in cold sweat. Jeremiah’s presence was so strong that they felt like they

Betrico Hospital wiped the cold sweat

in on

male neurologist asked. His tone lacked belief, and everyone present

with whom he had a good relationship,

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

sitting next to him

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

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

the topic, she quickly took the opportunity to express her

impress Jeremiah by risking her dad’s life. Young people today are

trying to save people and accused Yvette of being vain

nodded in

Jeremiah around, they all

and coughed. There was an aura of authority on his

about others. Have you forgotten your

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

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

a perfectly good major

was here to fulfill a promise to his first love, but

join their conversation. Instead, he kept his eyes on the

if the chances of

Harold was torn and undecided, the door to the operating room opened. Yvette

in her pocket, Yvette looked casually defiant,

deep voice sounded, saying, “Could someone move him to a regular room,

was collectively taken

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

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

were on Yvette, her face showing

Chambers, is it true that Mr. Chambers is healed

she pressed her lips together. Her

Then she said, “Yes.”