She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 130: Better Not Cause Any Trouble for Me

The two nurses were very hesitant, but they dared not disobey the director’s orders.

“Miss, if you are a friend of the patient, please leave for his own good.”

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne sidestepped the hands of the two nurses and stood beside the sickbed.

“It’s precisely because I’m his friend that I can’t stand by and watch him deteriorate like this. Are you seriously claiming to be a professor at Oxford Medical School? Did your professors teach you to hold a meeting while a patient is on the verge of death?”

This last sentence is addressed to the chubby doctor.

The latter was momentarily silenced, then retorted irritably, “You don’t understand. There’s a saying, ‘A workman must first sharpen his tools.” We’re discussing the best treatment methods here!”

“Fine, go ahead and sharpen your tools for a millennium; If you can’t handle it right now, step aside. I’ll take charge!”

Cheyenne gave a light chuckle and pushed him away with a small hand.

Despite her petite and delicate appearance, she possessed considerable strength. The tall man, standing over six feet and weighing more than 140 pounds, was forcefully pushed by her and collided with the nearby wall.

His nose unluckily hit the cold metal instrument, and two fresh red blood stains immediately flowed down.

He belatedly reached up to wipe his mouth, his gaze shifting downwards to the blood on his lips, further fueling his anger.

“I can’t do it? How dare you say I can’t do it? I, Jase, am a famous surgeon in the hospital. I have been practicing medicine for more than 30 years. What are you, a little girl? How dare you show off your skills in front of me!”

The atmosphere between the two was tense, and the middle-aged man seemed ready to fight at any moment.

him with a disdainful gaze and lightly

believed that Cheyenne had grown fearful upon hearing his name. Consequently,

Get out

stood with her arms crossed and looked at him, suddenly chuckling. “Is your master named Carl

this question, with a look of shock in his eyes. His hands were tightly clenched under his long sleeves,

and nobody knew about it. The former didn’t want to reveal his identity, so only Carl and he knew about this, not even his wife was aware. “But why does this young girl know

echoed in his ears, “That old geezer isn’t dead

his face turning red and his

cursed my master to die early! So young and yet so

and begged to take me as his disciple. But I

in his eighties now. Having lived to this age, one might have been buried. So there’s nothing wrong with her

Ten years ago!

be ridiculous. How old was she

years old. Ten years ago, she was just a seven or eight- year-old child. And yet his master begged to take her

even make a draft when

I don’t know how he selects his disciples. How can he teach someone like you who’s

aside. “Move out of the way! Time waits for no one,

surgical gown from the counter. Her long hair was casually tied back behind her head, giving her

professional doctor. The silver scissors rotated 360 degrees on her slender

room, jolting everyone out of their shock. The nurse immediately turned around to look at the instrument behind her and

“Heart rate.”

“33 times.”

low, but also the heart rate was rapidly decreasing, and the fluctuating electrocardiogram curve was almost

bleeding as soon as possible. You, come here, hold the patient’s limbs

the young nurse in front of her, who had turned pale and was so nervous that she didn’t know

standing in front of the hospital bed, dressed

a scene, insisting on pulling Cheyenne down. “Nonsense! Do you have a medical license to perform surgery on patients? You are playing with