She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 130: Better Not Cause Any Trouble For Me

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?" NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

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?

Jase could tell that she was at most eighteen years old. Ten years ago, she was just a seven or eight-year-old child. And yet his master begged to take her as his disciple?

Does she not even make a draft when bragging?

"Alright, if you don't know who I am, then call your master to confirm it. I don't know how he selects his disciples. How can he teach someone like you who's nothing but an embarrassment!"

Before Jase could explode in anger, she quickly pushed the two nurses in front of her aside. "Move out of the way! Time waits for no one, and every second wasted puts the patient at greater risk."

As she spoke, Cheyenne strode forward and quickly put on the blue surgical gown from the counter. Her long hair was casually tied back behind her head, giving her a sharp and confident look.

After putting on the white rubber gloves, she transformed into a professional doctor. The silver scissors rotated 360 degrees on her slender fingertips before she finally gripped them tightly.

"Blood pressure."

A chilling sound echoed in the operating room, jolting everyone out of their shock. The nurse immediately turned around to look at the instrument behind her and stuttered out the answer, "8550."

"Heart rate."

"33 times."

It was too low, not only the blood pressure was low, but also the heart rate was rapidly decreasing, and the fluctuating electrocardiogram curve was almost parallel to a flat state.

"Must get that knife out and stop the patient's bleeding as soon as possible. You, come here, hold the patient's limbs down."

She quickly glanced at the young nurse in front of her, who had turned pale and was so nervous that she didn't know which hand to use.

Jase was infuriated as he watched the girl standing in front of the hospital bed, dressed in surgical gown instead of himself.

He made a scene, insisting on pulling Cheyenne down. "Nonsense! Do you have a medical license to perform surgery on patients? You are playing with people's lives!"

Cheyenne was holding a small pair of scissors, cutting open the clothes around Eddie's wound when someone suddenly pulled her arm from behind. Angry, she immediately picked up the scissors and pointed them at the person.

Her voice turned as cold as the piercing snowflakes of midwinter, and her gaze was razor-sharp. "You better not cause any trouble for me, or I swear I'll deal with you with a single cut!"

A domineering voice resounded, causing everyone present to involuntarily fall silent.

The scissors in the woman's hand were pressed against Jase's throat, the sharp end faintly pressing out red beads of blood on his skin.

There was no doubt that in her rage, she would truly thrust the scissors in.

Jase thought she was just a spoiled girl who was making a fuss for nothing.

However, at this moment, Jase realized that he had underestimated her.

She seemed like a rose in the dark of night, beautiful yet adorned with sharp thorns. Once you touched her, your hands would be stained with blood.

"Okay... I won't touch you anymore. Don't act recklessly. Calm down!"

Helpless, Jase had no choice but to raise both of his hands in surrender.

Cheyenne gave him a cold glance before turning the scissors in her hand and snipping both sides of the square on the blue flame of the alcohol lamp.

Disinfect!

The beautiful crystal-like eyes reflected blue flames and silver shards of scissors. With the contrast of the two colors shining in her eyes, her gaze was icy cold.

The doctor next to Jase wanted to speak but hesitated, eventually letting out a sigh.