Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez Novel by Selina Gorges

In the large operating room, Zachary lay on the hospital bed, face pale, breathing faint, with marks of treatment on his arms and chest.

Yvette calmly withdrew her gaze. Her eyes were calm and clear.

She extended her delicate hand to take a small packet from her black backpack, spreading it out on the table. Under the bright lights, rows of slender silver needles of different sizes glinted coldly.

Yvette squinted slightly. Her gaze was sharp and cold. Then she carried out a disinfection procedure before acting.

Twenty-four needles were inserted simultaneously. They landed precisely on Zachary’s various acupuncture points.

Yvette continued the process for over ten minutes, then changed the needles, increasing the pressure by thirty percent.

Yvette’s cold eyes shifted slightly. The second needling session lasted a full half-hour. Yvette’s hand was steady as a rock, without a hint of a tremor.

Two hours later, Yvette, with an expressionless face, put away the silver needles and placed them back in the pouch.

She slightly tilted her gaze. Then she took out a vial of reagent from her backpack.

It was a potion for repairing bodily functions that she had developed with Silas three years ago and it remained a secret to this day.

The potion the Mysonna President had always wanted but never got was now poured entirely into Zachary’s mouth by Yvette.

Zachary, after drinking the potion, lay on the bed, looking blankly the same as before without any change.

Outside the operating room, Lucas paced back and forth, muttering nonstop, “I hope the heavens protect Mr. Chambers. He must be fine. I beg the heavens.”

Lucas repeatedly and tirelessly prayed over and over again.

Harold saw the sincere concern of Lucas while Yvette ignored her own father’s life, which made him even angrier.

Jeremiah stood by the window. His calm and deep eyes gazed at the distant horizon before glancing down at his watch.

An hour and a half had passed. The other staff members found chairs and sat down.

A very plain-looking female doctor with black-framed glasses had Cardiology & Neurology written on the left side of her white coat.

The doctors and nurses that Jeremiah brought were all temporarily called in from various hospitals in Betrico. Some of them knew Tristan from regular medical seminars.

Jeremiah received a phone call. When he saw the caller’s name, he walked further away to answer the phone. His eyes were cold. He had a piercing look.

When the others saw Jeremiah walk away, they all breathed a deep sigh of relief. Their backs were covered in cold sweat. Jeremiah’s presence was so strong that they felt like they were suffocating with him around.

After Jeremiah left, a male neurologist, who worked in Betrico Hospital wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had

been called in on short notice.

“Do you think Ms. Chambers can cure her father with acupuncture?” the male neurologist asked. His tone lacked belief, and everyone present detected the doubt.

A male doctor from the same hospital, with whom he had a good relationship, paused to think seriously for a few seconds.

“No way, if it wasn’t for her connection to the patient, I’d suspect this was murder,” the doctor said.

The female doctor sitting next to him shook her head.

Her tone was contemptuous, saying, “Acupuncture to dissolve clotted blood? Sure, traditional medicine has done it, but only ancient medical masters could pull it off. Do you think a girl in her twenties has that kind of skill? I bet there’s little hope left for the patient now.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Another middle-aged female doctor, who was already annoyed by being sent here at the last minute, looked rather harsh.

Seeing someone bring up the topic, she quickly took the opportunity to express her dissatisfaction.

“I think this young girl just wants to impress Jeremiah by risking her dad’s life. Young people today are so different from our time, so bold,” the female doctor said.

She was implying that Yvette was recklessly trying to save people and accused Yvette of being vain and wanting attention.

The others nodded in agreement.

Without Jeremiah around, they all started gossiping negatively about Yvette.

Seeing their comments getting more and more outrageous, Tristan frowned and coughed. There was an aura of authority on his aging face.

“Enough. Stop gossiping about others. Have you forgotten your manners?” Tristan shouted.

His words were blunt without the slightest hint of courtesy. The group fell silent, shifting awkwardly, not daring to speak further.

Though Tristan was just a director at a hospital in Seacrity, his achievements were significant. He chose to be in Seacrity by his own decision. Otherwise, he could have chosen any hospital he wanted in Betrico.

Why did he leave a perfectly good major hospital in Betrico for someplace like Seacrity?

Rumors said Tristan was here to fulfill a promise to his first love, but no one knew if it was true or not.

Harold didn’t join their conversation. Instead, he kept his eyes on the operating room, looking very worried. He was eager to rush inside.

‘If things get really bad, I will perform the surgery myself. Even if the chances of success are low, it would be better than Yvette’s acupuncture,’ Harold thought.

While Harold was torn and undecided, the door to the operating room opened. Yvette was standing behind the door, dressed head to toe in black.

With one hand in her pocket, Yvette looked casually defiant, her eyes showing a hint of rebellious playfulness.

Her deep voice sounded, saying, “Could someone move him to a regular room, please?”

Everyone was collectively taken aback.

After a moment, Harold looked at Yvette with a complex expression, mixed with doubt and fear.

His voice was rough, asking, “You mean the blood clot in Mr. Chambers’s brain is gone now?”

Everyone’s eyes were on Yvette, her face showing no emotion as they waited for her answer.

Lucas asked excitedly, “Ms. Chambers, is it true that Mr. Chambers is healed now? Is it?”

Yvette’s eyes held a cool sharpness as she pressed her lips together. Her bright, dark gaze briefly swept over everyone.

Then she said, “Yes.”

Harold froze for a moment, then rushed into the operating room like a whirlwind.

Tristan snapped back to his senses.

The doctors and nurses nearby knew Harold must go in to verify if the patient was truly cured or if the girl was just making things up.

Yvette strolled over to the chair, leaned back casually, crossed her legs, and sent a text to Jeremiah.

Yvette: [Where are you?]

Jeremiah: [Getting a milkshake.]

Yvette’s eyes slightly tilted up at the corners as a small smile appeared on her lips, her gaze half-hidden.

She replied: [Make it two.]

Jeremiah said: [Okay.]

Five minutes later, Harold walked out of the operating room looking completely lost. He bypassed everyone and headed straight for Yvette, calming his excitement.

Harold had just personally checked Zachary and confirmed the blood clot was truly gone.

The blood clot was nowhere to be seen. What did this mean? It meant the patient was cured through acupuncture alone, without any surgery.

A girl in her twenties, if he hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, Harold wouldn’t have believed it at all. This could be considered a miracle in medical history.

Harold, his face flushed with excitement and his voice shaking, announced to everyone, “It’s true, the patient is cured. The blood clot in the brain has completely dissolved.”

A wave of gasps swept through the air. Everyone was completely dumbfounded. Especially those who were just badmouthing Yvette lowered their heads in shame.

It was the first time in his long life that Tristan had seen someone use acupuncture to dissolve a blood clot, just like those martial arts stories.

Even he couldn’t stay calm anymore, his expression completely out of control.

‘So, the crazy ones aren’t Ms. Chambers and Jeremiah, but the rest of us?’ Tristan thought.