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

and one of the nurses grabbed his

his hand, he held a small round ball that was deep brown in color and looked extremely

her gaze, her voice resolutely ringing out

Can’t wait any longer.

his breath grew weaker.

call Mr. Terry

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 candidate for the

so timid.

hold him up,

“But.”

take full responsibility if anything goes

them reluctantly agreed and held

handle, with fingers 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 downward

“Splutter.”

splattered in an instant, staining Cheyenne’s

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

blade pulling out from the flesh was clearly

in a coma, did not receive anesthesia. The pain of pulling out the knife awakened him from the

lips slightly parted and a weak, muffled sound

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

are reason and quick response. Are they here to watch a show with

around by someone younger than herself, in this situation she

reached out and pressed down

the knife into the nearby metal tray, producing a loud

the bed, lifted the white sheets, grabbed Eddie’s

What was she doing?

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

of them stared in astonishment at the young, 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 goddess Hera who had

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

taking off