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

clenched hands suddenly relaxed, and one of the

palm of his hand, he held a small round ball that was

her voice resolutely ringing out in the

Can’t wait any longer.

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

call Mr. Terry

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

she couldn’t believe that they were acting so timid. Cheyenne furrowed her brow and decided to do it

him up, I’ll take care

“But.”

responsibility if

fell, the two of them reluctantly agreed and

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

“Splutter.”

staining

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

the blade pulling out from the flesh was clearly audible in

coma, did not receive anesthesia. The

lips slightly parted and a weak, muffled sound

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

most crucial qualities are reason and quick response. Are they here to

be ordered around by someone younger than herself, in this situation she had no choice but

reached out and pressed down

into the nearby metal tray,

of the bed, lifted the white

What was she doing?

miraculous thing was that Dr. Zamora’s bleeding had actually stopped, gradually ceasing

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 Western

is absolutely cool and rational, making

finally the red light outside the emergency room turned green. 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 eyes and