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.

that left them with a

one of the nurses grabbed his wrist, forcefully prying his fingers

he held a small round ball that was deep brown in

voice resolutely ringing out in

Can’t wait any longer.

drop, and his breath grew

let’s call

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 candidate

time running out, she couldn’t believe that they were acting so timid. Cheyenne furrowed

him up, I’ll take

“But.”

full responsibility if anything goes

and

she gripped it. She applied the same delicate strength she used when giving acupuncture. With a slight twist of the knife

“Splutter.”

in an instant, 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

out from the

receive anesthesia. The pain of pulling out the knife awakened

parted and a weak,

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

doctors, the most crucial qualities are reason and quick response. Are they here to watch a show with their

be ordered around by someone younger than herself, in this

and pressed down on

knife into the nearby metal tray,

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

What was she doing?

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

young, strikingly beautiful girl before them. Despite being covered in blood and drenched in sweat, at that moment, in

the other side is absolutely cool and rational,

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