Chapter 521: Chapter 521: Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
"Kick them out, I wouldn’t treat them either! You can treat the body, but not the rotten character!"
The situation suddenly flipped, and those who sympathized with the troublemakers and criticized the clinic also turned against them.
The troublemaker, realizing he had misspoken, was full of regret. Hearing "don’t treat them," he panicked even more.
What if they don’t get treated, what will happen to them?
How did they end up with this lung plague out of nowhere!?
"Alright." Ann Vaughn carefully removed each Golden Needle from the child’s chest, not bothering to wipe the cold sweat off her forehead. She wiped away the blood from the child’s mouth with a handkerchief and fed him the medication.
"Annie, the ambulance is here." After a while, Sherry returned from outside the clinic, speaking to Ann Vaughn.
Only then did Ann Vaughn look at the anxious middle-aged woman standing nearby, "Your child is out of danger. Take him to the hospital."
Among those who came to cause trouble, only this child’s condition was severe; if treated any later, he might not have survived.
Earlier, Sherry had mentioned that these people had been causing trouble at Vaughn Clinic for almost three days. Most likely, only this mother and daughter truly believed they had the flu, and their condition worsened after taking special medication, prompting their visit to demand an explanation.
The rest were sent by Ansel to sabotage the clinic.
But none of them expected that among them would be someone with lung plague, which is transmissible through respiration.
"Thank you... thank you." The middle-aged woman, tears and regret covering her face, bowed deeply to Ann Vaughn, holding her child. "I’m sorry for blaming you; thank you for saving my son. Thank you... and I’m sorry for kicking you earlier when I was too emotional. I’m really sorry!"
Ann Vaughn smiled faintly, saying little as she watched them leave.
Her knee throbbed with pain as if her marrow was being sliced by knives, making it impossible for her to calmly say the word forgive.
"Where is the injury?" Just as Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze, a cool hand gripped her wrist, and a tense, clear voice followed.
"Ah!" Ann Vaughn snapped back to reality, avoided the question, and grabbed Cyrus Hawthorne’s injured hand. "Cian, you need to hurry to the hospital for a check-up."
Cyrus Hawthorne furrowed his brows, his voice deep with a hint of threat, "Ann Vaughn, don’t make me examine you personally."
The dangerous aura from him made Ann Vaughn shrink her neck involuntarily. Just as she found an excuse, Sherry said, "The injury is probably on her knee."
Due to the crowd and chaos at the time, Sherry didn’t have a chance to check if Ann Vaughn was injured.
Upon hearing, Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face was instantly replaced by a heavy gloom, his narrow eyes fixed on Ann Vaughn’s innocent face, faintly showing a trace of anger.
"My injury isn’t too serious, but your hand is scratched and bleeding, very likely... uh?" Ann Vaughn instinctively clung to Cyrus Hawthorne’s neck as she was suddenly lifted off the ground, asking anxiously, "What are you doing?"
"To the hospital." The man’s voice dropped coldly, and with long strides, he carried Ann Vaughn out of Vaughn Clinic.
Even though Ann Vaughn also intended for him to go for a thorough check-up at the hospital, being held like a princess under so many eyes made her want to hide her face in embarrassment.
"Wait, wait!" Ignored troublemakers watched Ann Vaughn leave and anxiously tried to chase, but were stopped by The Shadow Guard.
"What about us? What should we do?"
"Your clinic won’t ignore us, will you? We’re patients!"
"We won’t die, will we?!"
The Shadow Guard’s obstruction quickly became the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now fearful, the troublemakers had their eyes flushed red.
"If not for President Fuller from Ansel, how could we have contracted lung plague!"
"I shouldn’t have been greedy for the hundred thousand to sabotage the Vaughn Clinic. Now my life is at stake!"
Hearing these regretful and resentful words, the surrounding guests sighed aloud.
Now they regret it, why didn’t they reconsider earlier?
Luckily, Vaughn Clinic’s loyal customers had unwavering trust in the clinic and didn’t fall for their tricks.
Otherwise, with their destructive behavior and threats, who would dare come to Vaughn Clinic for treatment?
At this moment, Sherry returned to the clinic from the backyard, smiling as she informed the troublemakers: "It’s good you’re still here. The damage caused by you has been assessed, please compensate."
Ultimately, though reluctant, Sherry added, "Dr. Vaughn said that since your infection period is short, you can still be cured if treated at the hospital now."
The troublemakers’ faces instantly turned joyful, quickly asking, "We’ll treat right here at Vaughn Clinic! We trust Dr. Vaughn’s medical skills!"
Their faith was based on witnessing Ann Vaughn saving a child on the brink of death from relentless coughing and blood loss; surely she couldn’t be wrong!
Unfortunately, they were about to be disappointed.
"Vaughn Clinic does not welcome anyone blacklisted, please settle the compensation and leave." Sherry stated coldly.
Who gave these people the courage to think the Vaughn Clinic is a charitable institution?
They should inquire about what Aquarelle Vaughn did before becoming an internationally renowned Divine Doctor.
While she resembles traditional Chinese medicine in some ways, there’s a fundamental difference; the former may have a gentler heart, but the latter, when softened, is soft, yet when hardened... can harm.
If not for this, she would not have survived until now.
With The Shadow Guard assisting within the clinic, the troublemakers found escape impossible and reluctantly settled the compensation before leaving in disgrace.
But they hadn’t gone far when Leo Lowell and Levi Lowell waiting outside the clinic took them away.
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First Hospital.
"Ouch, ouch!"
Ann Vaughn instinctively gripped the bedsheet beneath her, her eyes gleaming with tears from pain, fiercely biting her lower lip.
The man sitting by the bed furrowed his brows, his narrow eyes fixed on her bruised and purple knee as anger surged.
His thin lips tightened, yet his medication application grew increasingly gentle; still, her constant gasps were audible.
Cyrus Hawthorne lifted his eyelids slightly, eyeing her sideways with unclear eyes, "Feel the pain but not avoid it?"
"I was busy analyzing their expressions at the time..." Ann Vaughn protested with grievance, unable to see her wounded knee hidden behind his arm, making her nerves even more sensitive, "Be gentler, it hurts."