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

Eddie’s tightly clenched hands suddenly relaxed, and one of the nurses grabbed his wrist, forcefully prying his fingers

hand, he held a small round ball that was deep brown in color

her voice

Can’t wait any longer.

grew weaker. She was considering using a defibrillator

Then… let’s call Mr.

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,

believe that they were acting so timid.

hold him up,

“But.”

will take full responsibility if

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

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

“Splutter.”

staining

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 filled with the smell of blood, this enchantment carried a hint of

muffled sound of the blade pulling out from

The pain of pulling

lips slightly parted and a weak, muffled sound

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

are reason and quick response.

be ordered around by someone younger than herself,

reached out and

knife into the nearby metal tray,

the white

What was she doing?

the miraculous thing was that Dr. Zamora’s bleeding had actually

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

other side is absolutely

room turned green. The door slowly opened and a petite figure walked out, taking off her