She Became Rich After Divorce

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.

But for Cheyenne, now that she had identified the ailment, she could begin the treatment.

She took out a set of silver needles, each varying in size, thickness, and shape, shining brightly.

Picking up the finest needle, she proceeded to skillfully insert it into the woman's neiguan acupoint, sanli acupoint...

She had high medical skills, and her speed was astonishing, leaving onlookers mesmerized.

Throughout the process, everyone involuntarily gazed in silent admiration at Cheyenne's every move.

At that moment, they couldn't help but admit that Cheyenne indeed had charisma.

Only Leah disdainfully curled her lips, criticizing Cheyenne's haphazard treatment.

"Nonsense, that woman clearly has appendicitis. The best treatment would be surgery."

Before she could finish her words, Kyson himself refuted her, publicly stating, "Leah, watch it carefully to learn it. She's excellent in medicine, you have to admit."

"Grandfather!" Leah, of course, was unwilling to accept this. She murmured, "Grandfather, whose side are you on? If we lose, it will be so embarrassing."

"I know."

Kyson shook his head and began to focus on treating his own patient.

However, he couldn't help but steal glances at Cheyenne, while he pondered a question: What if he were asked to treat that cleaning lady?

Based

his decades of medical experience, he would probably recommend the patient to take medicine for recuperation. However, it would be a relatively long process before the patient recovered. After the acupuncture treatment, the cleaning lady's expression visibly relaxed, filled with surprise.

With tearful eyes, she grasped Cheyenne's hand and thanked her, "Thank you, Miss Lawrence, you have no idea how much I've suffered due to this illness over the past two months!" Cheyenne wasn't accustomed to such effusive gratitude. She helped the woman to her feet and said, "It's alright. Pay attention and take good rest from now on."

The cleaning lady was the sole

breadwinner in her family, with a daughter attending university and husband who had been paralyzed for ten years due to a car accident. She didn't dare to rest for even a day and certainly couldn't afford hospital treatment.

Just going to the hospital, getting simple tests done, and going through the entire process would take at least a day and cost several hundred dollars.

If she hadn't encountered Miss Lawrence and received free treatment, she would have continued to suffer.

When Kyson conducted medical treatment, he also drew a lot of attention.

The patient he chose had heat in her internal organ.

He prescribed a medicine prescription, which Cheyenne glanced at casually. One of the ingredients was called bitter rhizomé It was cold in nature and slightly bitter, and although it could be used in conjunction with aconite, in a severe case of internal dampness, using a bitter rhizome would likely worsen the condition.

"The famed Almond Hall turns out to be so so. Once you administer this medicine and she take it regularly, I gotta say, she will have only half a month left."

"What nonsense are you spouting! My grandfather has been practicing medicine for decades, doesn't he know how to use the right medicine and when to use it?"

Leah accused Cheyenne of speaking

nonsense. Even the patient stood by

Kyson's side, "What's wrong with you, young lady? So jealous at such

a young age? I believe in Mr. Owen.

You should just stay away!

Cheyenne shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent expression, "It doesn't matter. Do as you wish."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

She hoped they wouldn't regret it by then!