She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 557: Bad Character

However, while Cheyenne felt this way, it was clear that Nora did not.

She was in so much pain that her face was as pale as paper, and even in this difficult situation, she couldn't help but target Cheyenne with her words.

"Why is it you?"

"I don't want her, I don't want her to treat me. Go... go away!"

Nora lay on the hospital bed but couldn't stay still. The more agitated she became, the faster her blood flowed.

And with the faster flow came more bleeding.

Blood continued to trickle out from beneath her, changing from a "drip, drip" to a rushing sound.

If she continued to bleed like this, it wouldn't just put the baby in danger, but even an adult.

Cheyenne quickly put on a surgical gown, wore a mask, and approached Nora, her red lips pursed. She warned in a low voice, "Do you think I want to save you? But it's my shift today, so you better lie still and not move, otherwise, I can't guarantee what might happen."

She made her intentions clear, indicating that even if she wanted to harm her, this wasn't the right time.

Unfortunately, Nora didn't believe her at all.

"Get lost!"

"Change... change the doctor, I don't want her. I want a different doctor, boo hoo!"

There were still many nurses in the emergency room watching, and everyone felt extremely awkward. Did this patient have some grudge against Dr. Lawrence?

She would rather die than let Dr. Lawrence touch her.

Helpless, Cheyenne turned to Teagan and said, "Her condition is not optimistic, it's up to you to decide."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Teagan finally decided to respect Nora's wishes. He smiled apologetically at Cheyenne and said softly, "Miss Lawrence, sorry for making you come here for nothing. Since that's the case, please bother you to find another doctor."

"I'll do it!"

Leah ran over, gasping for breath, and propped herself against the door frame, enthusiastically volunteering, "Hello, sir, my name is Leah. I am a descendant of the Onistead Almond Hall of the Owen family, and this is my certificate. I have studied in Jostrana, specializing in surgery."Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Being from Almond Hall and having studied abroad, she must be very capable.

In any case, she must be more reliable than someone like Cheyenne who is self-taught.

This time, Nora finally stopped causing trouble.

Seeing this, Teagan also understood that Nora agreed to let this "medical" doctor perform the surgery. He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and went outside the emergency room to wait. "Dr. Owen, please, make sure to save the baby."

Hearing his words, Leah inexplicably furrowed her eyebrows in disbelief. She sneered at this man, who dressed nicely and seemed to have received a higher education, but his callousness and selfishness were immediately exposed.

Indeed, the hospital was a place that witnessed the true nature of humanity.

As she passed by Cheyenne, Leah deliberately bumped her shoulder, hummed arrogantly, and deliberately taunted, "Dr. Lawrence, it seems your medical skills and character are lacking. The patient doesn't believe in you at all, that's why she chose me, you know?"

At these words, Cheyenne shrugged indifferently and even patted Leah's shoulder, smiling meaningfully, "I hope you can stand up straight and talk to me later." "What do you mean?"

As she finished speaking, she clapped her hands and turned to leave.

Behind her, Leah's voice sounded angry, "Stop, Cheyenne. What do you mean by that? Explain yourself."

"You figure it out yourself. Can't understand me?"

Her voice grew smaller and smaller, until the petite figure disappeared at the end of the hallway.

Fuming, Leah stamped her feet and muttered to herself, "Damn it, don't be intimidated by her empty bluff. She's just not willing to admit her own defeat."

After calming herself down, Leah entered the emergency room.

Spreading her arms, she had the young nurse help her put on a surgical gown and rubber gloves before starting the operation.

Cheyenne was eating, her mind filled with the red blood stains on the ground.

The child probably had only a breath left when she came out of the operating room just now. She didn't know how good Leah's medical skills were.

If she had truly learned everything from Kyson, then there shouldn't be any problems.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Cheyenne quickly focused on the important task at hand: eating.

She should be grateful that Nora didn't ask her to treat her, or she might have missed out on this delicious meal for lunch.

She was happily using her fork to pick up some of the fish and put it in her mouth when the fishy smell hit her, causing her stomach to churn with discomfort. Gagging, again.

Was it because she stayed up too late this month and hurt her stomach?

Why did she start to feel nauseous every time she started to eat?

She furrowed her brow and pushed the plate of steamed fish away, settling for some stir-fried vegetables and rice. She only managed to eat two bites and

already felt full.

When the middle-aged woman clearing the dishes saw how much fish was left in Cheyenne's bowl without being touched, she looked disappointed.

"Little girl, you should eat the fish while it's still hot, otherwise it won't taste as good."

"No thank you, ma'ma. This fish is too fishy for me, I can't eat it."

Cheyenne picked up her bag and left.

Fishy?

Curious, the middle-aged woman picked up a fork, walked over and tasted the fish.

It wasn't fishy at all.

Really strange.

Coming out of the cafeteria, Cheyenne's stomach still wasn't feeling well. She decided to go back to her office for a nap.

She planned to play on her phone until three or four in the afternoon before sneaking back home.

However, she had only just fallen asleep for less than ten minutes when there was a knock on the door.

That disgusting voice of Malaya's pierced through the door and into her ears. "Cheyenne, come out! You what

jinx, you mongrel! Look at Out You

you've done to our Nora!"

"Cheyenne, come out!"

The voice was as fierce as a debt collector knocking on someone's door, causing everyone to worry that the plain wooden door wouldn't be able to withstand the woman's punches.

Cheyenne rubbed her sleepy eyes, her mind still in a daze, slowly waking up.

Malaya?

What was she doing here?

The knocking continued, agitating her.

She could only put on her shoes and walk over. She wanted to see what this woman wanted to do.

As soon as she opened the door, a palm came flying towards her face at a tremendous speed.