She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 659

Chapter 659: The Wild Man is so Mighty

Deep down, he still somewhat hoped it was Cheyenne.

She grew up consuming various precious herbs from childhood, and her blood must possess extraordinary self-healing abilities different from ordinary people's. If he could obtain antibodies from her body for vaccine research, the chances of success would be much greater.

Unfortunately, Sam forbade him from taking action. He could only settle for the next best thing.

Gracie, deep in thought, glanced at Master Sam. After so many years, this was the first time she had seen him deeply attached to a woman.

Could it be...

Furrowing her brow deeply, she thought, 'Sam can fancy anyone, just not Cheyenne!'

Cheyenne was awakened by a gust of cold wind.

She felt a throbbing pain at the back of her head, as if she had been struck, and struggled to open her heavy, bleary eyes with all her might.

The piercing white light made her extremely uncomfortable as she just woke up from the darkness, and she quickly shut her eyes again.

She saw numerous twinkling stars in front of her.

After about half a minute, the sensation of seeing stars finally dissipated.

Cheyenne carefully surveyed the environment around her, and all she could see was various metallic instruments.

Not far away, there was a large rectangular bed with a person lying on it.

His entire face was covered by a white bedsheet, so she couldn't see anything.

However, his hand hanging off the bed was wrapped in thick white bandages, soaked in pus-soaked yellowish discharge mixed with the foul smell of blood.

Numerous transparent tubes connected the instruments to his body, a harrowing sight to behold.

Unexplainably, looking at this hand, Cheyenne felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. This hand had brought her immense shock.

Almost as if guided by an invisible force, she pushed herself to walk over to the man's bed, enduring the discomfort in her body.

As she drew closer, that familiar feeling grew stronger.

She wanted to see him!

Slowly and cautiously, Cheyenne reached out her slender, fair hand and lifted the thin white sheet.

A strong medicinal smell assaulted her senses.

She focused her gaze.

To her disappointment, the person was completely wrapped in thick white bandages from head to toe, except for the eyes and mouth, making it impossible to see his features.

Her eyes quickly glanced at the various data displayed on the instrument. His pale face was crinkled up.

He was severely injured, almost like a living dead, and simply breathing was a miracle.

She was never one to overflow with sympathy, but seeing this "mummy," she unexpectedly felt heavy-hearted and unusually uncomfortable.

"I'm definitely not a saint. I'm just a healer who can't bear to see this anymore."

As she finished speaking, Cheyenne averted her eyes and looked around.

A complete set of silver surgical tools was placed on the operating table, and she slowly walked over.

She picked up a silver surgical knife from the tray, unraveled the bandages on his hand, pierced his finger, and squeezed out the black pus.

At that moment, a sudden "beep beep beep..." alarm sounded from outside.

Clamorous footsteps and noisy voices followed.

"Hurry, someone has broken in!"

"Alarm, level one alarm, lock down the entire area."