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.

even more calm and indifferent. She looked at him with a disdainful

upon hearing his name. Consequently, he became more arrogant,

scared? Get out of

crossed and looked at him, suddenly chuckling. “Is your master

Jase Terry was slightly stunned at this question, with a look of shock in his eyes. His hands were tightly clenched

abroad for studies, and nobody knew about it. The former didn’t want to reveal his identity, so only Carl

infuriating voice echoed in his ears, “That old geezer

his face turning red and his neck thickening. He pointed at

say? You actually cursed my master to die early! So young and yet so

ten years ago, he was already in his seventies and begged to take me as his disciple. But I was to busy watching Tom and Jerry after school and

years had passed, and that old man was probably in his eighties now. Having lived to this age, one might have been buried. So there’s nothing wrong with

Ten years ago!

How old was she

just a seven or eight-

make

know how he

front of her aside. “Move out of the way! Time

she spoke, Cheyenne strode forward and quickly put on the blue surgical gown from the counter. Her long hair was casually tied back behind her head, giving

a professional doctor. The silver scissors rotated 360 degrees on her slender fingertips before she finally gripped

sound echoed in the operating room, jolting everyone out of their shock. The nurse immediately turned around to look at the instrument

“Heart rate.”

“33 times.”

rate was rapidly decreasing, and the fluctuating electrocardiogram

and stop the patient’s bleeding as soon as possible. You,

the young nurse in front of her, who had turned pale and

was infuriated as he watched the girl standing in front of

insisting on pulling Cheyenne down. “Nonsense! Do you have a