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.

left them with a

Eddie’s tightly clenched hands suddenly relaxed, and one of

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

her gaze, her voice resolutely ringing out in the empty operating

Can’t wait any longer.

breath grew weaker. She

let’s call Mr. Terry

were just intern ones and were genuinely

that they were acting so timid. Cheyenne furrowed her brow

up,

“But.”

full responsibility if anything goes

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

grasped the knife handle, with fingers firmly pressing against it, 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 neatly pulled

“Splutter.”

an instant, staining Cheyenne’s

a teardrop mole, adding a touch

out from the flesh was clearly

coma, did not receive anesthesia. The pain

parted and

down on his wound!” Cheyenne shouted harshly. Looking at the

are reason and quick response. Are

was reluctant to be ordered around by someone younger than herself, in

reached out and pressed

tossed the knife into the nearby metal tray, producing a loud clang,” which was

she detoured around the foot of the bed, lifted the white sheets, grabbed Eddie’s foot and pressed

What was she doing?

thing was that Dr. Zamora’s bleeding had

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

beautiful, while the other side is absolutely cool and rational, making

figure walked out, taking