She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Better Not Cause Any Trouble for Me

The two nurses were very hesitant, but they dared not disobey the director's orders.

"Miss, if you are a friend of the patient, please leave for his own good."

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne sidestepped the hands of the two nurses and stood beside the sickbed.

"It's precisely because I'm his friend that I can't stand by and watch him deteriorate like this. Are you seriously claiming to be a professor at Oxford Medical School? Did your professors teach you to hold a meeting while a patient is on the verge of death?"

This last sentence is addressed to the chubby doctor.

The latter was momentarily silenced, then retorted irritably, "You don't understand. There's a saying, 'A workman must first sharpen his tools.' We're discussing the best treatment methods here!"

"Fine, go ahead and sharpen your tools for a millennium; If you can't handle it right now, step aside. I'll take charge!"

Cheyenne gave a light chuckle and pushed him away with a small hand.

Despite her petite and delicate appearance, she possessed considerable strength. The tall man, standing over six feet and weighing more than 140 pounds, was forcefully pushed by her and collided with the nearby wall.

His nose unluckily hit the cold metal instrument, and two fresh red blood stains immediately flowed down.

He belatedly reached up to wipe his mouth, his gaze shifting downwards to the blood on his lips, further fueling his anger.

"I can't do it? How dare you say I can't do it? I, Jase, am a famous surgeon in the hospital. I have been practicing medicine for more than 30 years. What are you, a little girl? How dare you show off your skills in front of me!"

The atmosphere between the two was tense, and the middle-aged man seemed ready to fight at any moment.

On the contrary, Cheyenne appeared even more calm and indifferent. She looked at him with a disdainful gaze and lightly opened her red lips, "Your name is Jase?"

The middle-aged man mistakenly believed that Cheyenne had grown fearful upon hearing his name. Consequently, he became more arrogant, lifting his chin and pointing at Cheyenne with a haughty expression.

"What? Are you scared? Get out of here quickly!"

However, Cheyenne stood with her arms crossed and looked at him, suddenly chuckling. "Is your master named Carl Weber?"

The people around were all confused when they hear this unfamiliar name, wondering who Carl was.

Jase Terry was slightly stunned at this question, with a look of shock in his eyes. His hands were tightly clenched under his long sleeves, and fine sweat oozed from his palms.

Carl was Jase's master before he went abroad for studies, and nobody knew about it. The former didn't want to reveal his identity, so only Carl and he knew about this, not even his wife was aware.

'But why does this young girl know my master?'

The next moment, Cheyenne's arrogantly infuriating voice echoed in his ears, "That old geezer isn't dead yet?"

Jase couldn't help but cough violently, his face turning red and his neck thickening. He pointed at Cheyenne, trembling with anger.

"What... what did you say? You actually cursed my master to die early! So young and yet so malicious."

"Malicious? When I met him ten years ago, he was already in his seventies and begged to take me as his disciple. But I was to busy watching Tom and Jerry after school and ignored him!"

Ten years had passed, and that old man was probably in his eighties now. Having lived to this age, one might have been buried. So there's nothing wrong with her question.

Ten years ago!

Don't be ridiculous. How old was she back then?