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

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

round ball that was deep brown in color

voice resolutely ringing out

Can’t wait any longer.

and his breath grew weaker. She was considering

let’s call

removal of the knife had to be precise, and this young 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 the most suitable

were acting so timid. Cheyenne furrowed her brow and decided to

him up,

“But.”

responsibility if anything

the two of them reluctantly agreed and held onto

each joint standing out as she gripped it. She applied the same delicate strength she

“Splutter.”

instant, staining Cheyenne’s face, hair, and

of her eye, at first glance, it looked like a teardrop mole, adding a touch

muffled sound of the blade pulling out from the flesh

coma, did not receive anesthesia. The

lips slightly parted and

down on his wound!” Cheyenne shouted harshly. Looking at the two nurses still stunned, she couldn’t suppress

quick response. Are they here to watch a show

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

out and pressed down

the knife into the nearby metal tray, producing a loud

of the bed, lifted the white sheets, grabbed

What was she doing?

Dr. Zamora’s bleeding had actually stopped,

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

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

the red light outside the emergency room turned green. The door slowly opened and a petite figure walked out, taking off