She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 132

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.

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 time running 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 same delicate 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.