She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 132: Who Told You He Was Dead?

Mr. Owen’s face was filled with surprise and relaxation, which made them feel suspicious.

Can that young girl who looks no more than eighteen really save Dr. Zamora?

In the operating room, Cheyenne’s beautiful eyes were fixed on the person lying on the bed, and she didn’t dare to relax at all.

She cut Eddie’s clothes open, revealing the seven deep wounds that lay before her. It was evident that the attacker intended to kill Eddie.

Why?

Eddie had always been low-profiled, and his life circle was also very simple. He went to work and went home, spending most of his time in the laboratory and hospital ward.

There was no reason for him to offend such a vicious person.

Cheyenne’s brain suddenly kicked into high gear, and she had a moment of realization. A brief glimmer of light passed through her eyes.

Maybe it had something to do with her.

She implicated Eddie.

With this in mind, Cheyenne urged herself to be rational. Kate was waiting for her outside, and she had to save Eddie’s life.

This was not only for Kate, but also for herself.

“Miss, the patient’s condition is deteriorating rapidly. What should we do? Should we… should we remove the knife?”

The young nurse stared blankly at Dr. Zamora as his breathing grew weaker, with the cold and steady sound of electronic instruments ringing in her ears. Like a death spell.

“Beep beep beep…”

If the object was pulled out, it may cause secondary damage to other organs of the patient. However, if it was not removed, the patient would lose more blood. He had lost too much blood Although he was receiving a blood transfusion, there needed to be a process of fusion between new and old blood.

that left them with a

relaxed, and one of the nurses grabbed his

hand, he held a small round ball that was deep brown in color and looked

voice resolutely ringing out in the empty operating room,

Can’t wait any longer.

continued to drop, and his breath grew weaker.

call

girl appeared too inexperienced. Both of the nurses were just intern ones and were genuinely afraid to perform this task alongside Cheyenne. Mr. Terry, with his vast experience, was

believe that they were acting so timid. Cheyenne furrowed her brow and decided to do

him up, I’ll take

“But.”

responsibility if anything goes

of them reluctantly agreed and held onto Eddie’s shoulders from both sides, closely

joint standing out as she gripped it. She applied the same delicate strength she used when giving acupuncture. With a slight

“Splutter.”

staining Cheyenne’s face,

her eye, at first glance, it looked like a teardrop mole, adding a touch of enchantment. But this was blood, in

the blade pulling out from the flesh

was in a coma, did not receive anesthesia. The

and a weak, muffled

the two nurses

quick response. Are

was reluctant to be ordered around by someone younger than herself, in this situation she had

and pressed down

tray, producing a loud clang,”

detoured around the foot of the bed, lifted the white sheets,

What was she doing?

was that Dr. Zamora’s bleeding had

in sweat, at that moment, in their eyes, Cheyenne suddenly became towering as if she were the goddess Hera who had stepped out of

is absolutely cool and rational, making it

out, taking off her gloves as she approached