She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 509

Chapter 509: In the Face of Life and Death

Five minutes had passed, and there was a countless number of people waiting in line for Kyson's treatment, while nobody came to Cheyenne.

Eddie was starting to feel anxious for her.

"Cheyenne, should I go and help you find some patients? I remember a few patients adding me on Line before; they were seeking medical help," he suggested.

"No need," she declined his offer, her gaze shifting towards the cleaning lady standing by the street.

From the last moment to now, the cleaning lady had been looking over in this direction with hesitation.

Cheyenne raised her red lips and said coolly, "I've got a patient."

"What?"

Before he could get a response from her, Cheyenne headed towards the cleaning lady.

Meanwhile, Leah, seeing her actions, thought she had willingly given up the competition and smirked triumphantly. "So quick to give up? Seems like all that boasting led to nothing... A bit of self-awareness would be good."

Before Leah's words had fallen, a clear voice interjected, "Who said I've given up?"

Cheyenne returned, bringing with her a middle-aged cleaning lady in a yellow sanitation worker's uniform. She looked to be in her fifties, with hair turning white from the rigors of hard labor, and her face weathered and wrinkled from years of exposure to the elements.

She held a broom and stood somewhat bewildered in place.

"She's so filthy. Why would Cheyenne bring such a lowly person here?"

"Yeah, it stinks! The air is filled with the smell of garbage... I can't bear it, I'm sick."

"Get out of here quickly, you're so disgusting."

In her ears, there were the hurtful words attacking her dignity.

The cleaning lady tightened her grip on the broom in her hand, a deep sadness on her face as she apologized to Cheyenne with a slight bow, "I... I'm sorry, Miss Lawrence. I'd better leave!"

Leah, too, pinched her nose with disdain, despite not saying anything, her actions crushed the old woman's sense of pride. Kyson, observing it all, furrowed his brow.

"Right here! In the face of life and death, there are no distinctions of high or low." Cheyenne grabbed hold of the cleaning lady's wrist and confidently ushered her into the VIP ward of the hospital.

This ward was strictly for influential and powerful patients.

Many patients showed signs of discontent, but envy also sparked in their eyes.

Kyson quickly selected a replacement patient from the crowd.

As Cheyenne put on the white coat and gloves, she seemed to glow from within, noble and virtuous.

"Where does it hurt?" she asked the cleaning lady gently.

"For about two months now, I've been experiencing intermittent abdominal pain, dizziness, and frequent vomiting, especially at mealtimes," the woman answered with a hesitant tone, pointing to the area below her stomach.

This was the epigastric region, indicating that she likely had chronic gastritis and a tendency for ulcers.

The stomach was the hardest to care for.