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 tin 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.

And that left them with a dilemma.

Just then, Eddie's tightly clenched hands suddenly relaxed, and one of the nurses grabbed his wrist, forcefully prying his fingers open.

In the palm of his hand, he held a small round ball that was deep brown in color and looked extremely ordinary. Cheyenne glanced and then withdrew her gaze, her voice resolutely ringing out in the empty operating room, "Pull!" Can't wait any longer.

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

"Ah? Then... let's call Mr. Terry in." The removal 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, was the most suitable candidate for the job.

With trunning out, she couldn't believe that they were acting so timid. Cheyenne furrowed her brow and decided to do it herself.

"You guys just hold him up, I'll take care of it!" "But." "I will take full responsibility if anything goes wrong!" As the words fell, the two of them reluctantly agreed and held onto Eddie's shoulders from both sides, closely watching Cheyenne's movements.

A slender and delicate hand grasped the knife handle, with fingers firmly pressing against it, each joint standing out as she gripped it. She applied the sdelicate strength she used when giving acupuncture. With a slight twist of the knife handle and a simultaneous downward push, she carefully and neatly pulled the knife out.

"Splutter." Blood splattered in an instant, staining Cheyenne's face, hair, and clothes.

A drop of blood fell from her bangs 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 chilling eeriness.

The muffled sound of the blade pulling out from the flesh was clearly audible in her ears.

Eddie, who was in a coma, did not receive anesthesia. The pain of pulling out the knife awakened him from the darkness The lips slightly parted and a weak, muffled sound escaped.

"Quickly press down on his wound!" Cheyenne shouted harshly. Looking at the two nurses still stunned, she couldn't suppress the anger that kept rising.

"For doctors, the most crucial qualities are reason and quick response. Are they here to watch a show with their sluggish reactions?" The nurse took a deep breath. Although she was reluctant to be ordered around by someone younger than herself, in this situation she had no choice but to obey.

She quickly reached out and pressed down on Eddie's wound.

Cheyenne tossed the knife into the nearby metal tray, producing a loud clang," which was quite jarring.

Suddenly, she detoured around the foot of the bed, lifted the white sheets, grabbed Eddie's foot and pressed two fingers on it.

What was she doing? However, the miraculous thing was that Dr. Zamora's bleeding had actually stopped, gradually ceasing to flow. Both 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 bectowering as if she were the goddess Hera who had stepped out of a Western myth.

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

Tpassed by minute by minute, and 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 her hands trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, she grabbed Cheyenne's sleeve and asked in a weak voice, "Cheyenne... my brother... is he okay?" Cheyenne's face was so serious that it made Kate's heart skip a beat.

Her brother couldn't have... died, could he? Thinking of this, Kate ran towards the emergency room like crazy, crying loudly and scaring everyone around her.

"Brother! Don't die! You said you wanted to seegraduate! How could you leave so young!" Cheyenne was at a loss for words.

Wait a minute, when did Eddie pass away? Kate's reaction scared Cheyenne. Her expression of grief was even more real than what was shown on TV.

Suddenly, Cheyenne put her hand on Kate's shoulder and spoke helplessly but humorously into her ear, "Don't cky yet, who told you your brother died?"

Kate was still sobbing. After such great sadness, it took tfor tears to stop flowing. She even got several hiccups and there was redness around the tip of her nose. "What... What are you saying? My brother isn't dead?" "How come?" "My brother really isn't dead?" "Yeah; if he can make it through tonight, then tomorrow morning he'll wake up."

As soon as Cheyenne finished speaking those words, an emotional san Kate slapped Cheyenne's shoulder hard before bursting into tears again. "You're such a bad person, Cheyenne! You really scaredjust now with your expression..." What was wrong with Cheyenne's expression? She just didn't feel like talking because she was too tired at that moment.

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