She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 129: Eddie Is Critically Injured And Dying

Chapter 129: Eddie Is Critically Injured and Dying

The weather grew even hotter, and one could faintly see the air shimmering with tiny cracks from the relentless sun.

When Cheyenne went out, she simply wore a white camisole paired with a light blue irregular denim skirt, showcasing her fair and delicate long legs that were extremely eye-catching.

She arranged to meet Omari at Contine Estate at noon.

She put on her sunglasses and sat in the luxury car. Just as she was about to drive off, she received a call from Kate.

"Kate, what's up? Isn't it your class time now? Why did you suddenly call me?"

Cheyenne gripped the steering wheel with one hand and turned it 360 degrees to reverse the pink Lamborghini out of the garage. With her other hand, she adjusted the mirror inside the car and glanced at her reflection, revealing a smile as she saw her perfectly white teeth and red lips.

"Something bad happened, come quickly. My elder brother has offended someone and the people from the hospital just called me to say he's been seriously injured and hospitalized."

Did Eddie get beaten up?

"When did it happen?" Cheyenne immediately turned the car in a different direction and asked in a serious tone.

"It happened this morning. He is still in a coma with serious injuries. Cheyenne, please come quickly, I'm so scared."

"I'll be there in a moment."

It seems that the appointment with Omari has to be cancelled though he mentioned having something important to discuss with her. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

After Cheyenne sent a text message to Omari, she quickly drove to Hopedale Hospital and was surprised to see Kate waiting for her at the entrance as soon as she parked her car.

She was wearing a black JK-style blazer and a light blue plaid skirt, which was the school uniform. It seemed that she had rushed over directly from school.

Upon seeing Cheyenne, Kate rushed towards her with tears in her eyes, as if she had found her spiritual pillar, and embraced her tightly.

"Cheyenne, you finally came. Hurry... my brother, he's not doing well."

Before Cheyenne could catch her breath, she was pulled by Kate who rushed towards the emergency room on the second floor.

The door to the emergency room was not closed, and the two of them immediately saw Eddie lying on the bed, barely breathing.

The white bed sheet beneath him was stained a deep red, and his face was so pale it was almost transparent. He looked as if he were on the brink of death, like an elderly person in their final moments.

Streams of blood flowed from his body, forming a glaring pool on the white ground.

His fists were tightly clenched, and even two doctors couldn't pry his fingers open.

"The patient is holding onto something, but I can't take it out," whispered a young woman in a pink nurse's uniform with a blue mouth cover.

"Don't worry about what the patient is holding onto right now; saving his life is the priority. The patient has seven stab wounds, with the most critical one in the chest, less than a centimeter away from the heart."

The knife was stuck between the patient's two ribs, and pulling it out would result in two scenarios: either the heart gets pierced, causing more significant damage, or the two ribs must be broken to remove the knife.

While the latter method may seem more feasible, it also carries deadly risks. Preserving the patient's other organs while breaking their ribs requires precise force.

That's why these doctors are still hesitant to operate after Eddie has been in the hospital for almost two hours.

If any unexpected incident occurred during the process and the patient suffered secondary injuries leading to death, they would be responsible for it.

In order to delay time, they requested to find the patient's family members to come and sign.

When Kate arrived, a group of doctors gathered around the patient's bed, each offering their assessment and engaging in heated discussions. Meanwhile, her brother was still bleeding.

If it weren't for her insistence on prioritizing a blood transfusion, he might have succumbed to severe blood loss by now.

Her mother passed away from cancer shortly after giving birth to her, and her father followed suit with depression and joined her mother just two years later.

She was only four years old at that time, and her brother was nine years old.

It was her older brother who raised her, and over the years, he had played more of a fatherly role in accompanying her.

He even gave up his favorite subject of economics and chose to study medicine in Akloit just to stay with her.

Kate couldn't imagine what she would do if her brother were also gone.

She really had no way out, in the midst of crisis, the first person she thought of was Cheyenne. Somehow, she always felt that Cheyenne would find a way.

Cheyenne stood at the door, feeling as if there was a fishbone stuck in her throat, and her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

She took off her sunglasses and walked into the emergency room wearing a pair of flip-flops.

Her appearance caused dissatisfaction among several doctors, and one middle-aged man who was relatively overweight angrily spoke out to rebuke her.

"Who are you? How did you barge in here? This is the emergency room, not a place for young people to dance around."

The woman lifted her perfectly defined chin, accentuating her graceful and slender swan-like neck. The black lace collarbone chain around her neck added a touch of sexiness to her overall charm.

However, it was precisely this young and seductive-looking girl who uttered words that left them utterly embarrassed.

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is if you incompetent doctors can't save him, then get out of my way! Don't waste my rescue time."

Incompetent doctor was the insulting term for medical practitioners.

The chubby doctor, infuriated, yanked off his mask to reveal an angry, flat face with narrow eyes glaring fiercely at Cheyenne.

"You, young lady, have absolutely no manners! Who do you think you are to call me an incompetent doctor? When I was a lecturer at Oxford Medical School, you probably hadn't even been born yet!"

The mockery in Cheyenne's eyes became even stronger, and she said coldly, "So this is your level? Are you intentionally delaying because you're afraid to take action?"

As soon as the words fell, Kate standing beside couldn't stand still and took a deep breath of cold air.

She suddenly realized that no wonder this group of people had been arguing for two hours without taking action, it turned out that they wanted to delay time.

'Why? My older brother is a doctor at the hospital. Speaking of which, they are colleagues, aren't they?'

The crowd, whose thoughts had been read, looked at each other awkwardly. Under the blue surgical gown, sweat soaked through their clothes.

A chill ran down their spine, leaving them with a blank mind.

The surgeon in charge was the chubby man who had been arguing with Cheyenne. He hesitated for a second and then, with a red face, rejected the proposal.

"How dare you talk nonsense and cause a scene! Who let her in? Get her out immediately! Don't waste our precious time; the patient is on the brink!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two nurses behind him walked over and tried to drive Cheyenne out.