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

tightly clenched hands suddenly relaxed, and one of the

small round ball that was deep brown in

gaze, her voice resolutely

Can’t wait any longer.

his breath grew

let’s call Mr.

the nurses were just intern ones and were genuinely afraid to perform this task alongside Cheyenne. Mr. Terry, with his vast

acting so timid. Cheyenne furrowed her brow

him up, I’ll

“But.”

responsibility if

reluctantly agreed and held onto Eddie’s shoulders from both sides, closely watching Cheyenne’s

each joint standing out as she gripped it. She applied the same delicate strength she used when giving acupuncture. With a slight twist of the knife handle and a simultaneous downward push, she carefully and

“Splutter.”

an instant, staining Cheyenne’s face,

drop of blood fell from her bangs to the corner of her eye, at first glance, it looked like a teardrop mole, adding a touch of enchantment. But this was blood, in a surgery room

muffled sound of the blade pulling out from the flesh

a coma, did not receive anesthesia. The pain of pulling out

slightly parted and

harshly. Looking at the two nurses still stunned, she couldn’t suppress the anger

doctors, the most crucial qualities are reason and quick response. Are they here to watch

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

reached out and pressed

tray,

the white sheets, grabbed Eddie’s

What was she doing?

Dr. Zamora’s bleeding had actually

stared in astonishment at the young, strikingly beautiful girl before them. Despite being covered in blood and drenched in sweat, at that moment, in their eyes, Cheyenne suddenly became towering as if she were the goddess Hera who had stepped out of a

the other side is absolutely cool and rational, making it impossible to take your eyes off her

The door slowly opened and a petite figure walked out, taking off her gloves as she approached Kate. Finally, she removed her mask