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.

them with a

tightly clenched hands suddenly relaxed, and one of the nurses

held a small round

glanced and then withdrew her gaze, her voice resolutely ringing out in

Can’t wait any longer.

to drop, and his breath grew weaker. She was considering using a defibrillator to stimulate

let’s call Mr. Terry

young girl appeared too inexperienced. Both of the nurses were just intern ones and were genuinely afraid to perform this task alongside

out, she couldn’t believe that they were acting so

hold him up, I’ll take care of

“But.”

full responsibility if

words fell, the two of them reluctantly agreed and held onto Eddie’s shoulders from

same delicate strength she used when giving acupuncture. With a slight twist of the knife handle and a simultaneous downward

“Splutter.”

an instant, staining Cheyenne’s face,

a teardrop mole, adding a touch of enchantment. But this was blood, in a surgery room filled with the smell of blood, this enchantment carried a hint of chilling

muffled sound of the blade pulling out from the flesh was clearly audible in her

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

parted and a weak, muffled sound

the two nurses still stunned, she couldn’t

doctors, the most crucial qualities are reason and quick response. Are

a deep breath. Although she was reluctant to be ordered around by someone younger than herself, in

and pressed down

nearby metal tray, producing

lifted the white sheets,

What was she doing?

that Dr. Zamora’s bleeding had

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

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

The door slowly opened and a petite figure walked out, taking off her gloves as she approached Kate. Finally, she removed her mask and looked at Kate, who still had tears in her