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

the palm of his hand, he held a small round

withdrew her gaze, her voice resolutely ringing out in the empty operating

Can’t wait any longer.

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

call Mr. Terry

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

were acting so

hold him up, I’ll take care of

“But.”

take full responsibility if anything

reluctantly agreed and held

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

“Splutter.”

staining Cheyenne’s face, hair,

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

the blade pulling out from the flesh was clearly

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

parted and a weak, muffled sound

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

are reason and quick response. Are they here

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

and pressed down

knife into the nearby metal tray, producing a loud clang,”

around the foot of the bed, lifted the white

What was she doing?

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

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

the other side is absolutely cool

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 her hands trembling