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.

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

deep sigh of relief. Their backs were covered in cold sweat. Jeremiah’s presence

a male neurologist, who worked in Betrico Hospital wiped the cold sweat from his

in on short

the male neurologist asked. His tone lacked

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

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

sitting next to

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

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

bring up the topic, she quickly took the opportunity to express her

girl just wants to impress Jeremiah by risking her dad’s life.

that Yvette was recklessly trying to save people

others nodded

Jeremiah around, they all started gossiping

and coughed. There was an aura of authority on his aging

about others. Have you forgotten your manners?”

courtesy. The group

achievements were significant. He chose to be in

he leave a perfectly good major hospital in

his first love, but no one knew if it was true or

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

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

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

looked casually defiant, her eyes showing

someone move him to a regular room,

was collectively taken

at Yvette with a complex expression, mixed with doubt and

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

showing no emotion as they

excitedly, “Ms. Chambers, is it true that

cool sharpness as she pressed her lips together. Her

Then she said, “Yes.”