Chapter 463: Chapter 463: Psychological Shadow
The Vaughn Family relatives were completely silenced by these irrefutable evidences. Not only did they fail to win the inheritance, but they also ended up with a pile of lawsuits and debt.
Having reached a dead end, the Vaughn Family relatives had no choice but to approach Ann Vaughn, pleading with her to drop the lawsuit and let bygones be bygones, since after all, they were once family.
Ann Vaughn was not moved by this and instead entrusted the matter entirely to her lawyer, thus putting it out of her mind.
The number of daily appointments at the Vaughn Clinic is fixed, requiring advance booking, even amidst the intense attention from both domestic and international circles due to the Eland news regarding Ann Vaughn and the Vaughn Clinic.
The operations within the clinic remained orderly, without any customer congestion.
During a moment of leisure amidst her busy schedule, Ann Vaughn ran to the backyard to plant the medicinal seedlings she brought back from Eland.
In Eland’s forests, these seedlings were everywhere and were considered by the locals as mere weeds with no value since they didn’t know their uses.
Therefore, when Ann Vaughn expressed her desire to bring some seedlings back home, Shrek looked at her with gratitude for not asking for something more valuable.
If he knew how precious these seedlings were, he might not be grateful, but rather harbor resentment towards Ann Vaughn...
Just as Ann Vaughn finished planting the seedlings, she heard Sherry calling her. After placing the small flower hoe aside and cleaning her delicate fingers, she walked out of the backyard.
Waiting in the rest area, Chairman Crawford and The Little Young Master Crawford immediately stood up when they saw the slender figure approaching.
"Dr. Vaughn, we have tried to see you several times before, and finally, we’ve met you this time." Chairman Crawford’s face was radiant, and his smile towards Ann Vaughn was genuinely sincere.
"Is there something wrong with Young Master Crawford’s health?" Ann Vaughn raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, her bright eyes scanning Keith Crawford’s face as she carefully examined him for a moment.
Her eyes were clear and fresh, carrying a faint hint of a smile. Just staring at a person like this made it somewhat unbearable.
Keith Crawford’s ears turned red, and he subtly moved to hide behind Chairman Crawford, avoiding Ann Vaughn’s gaze.
"Give me your hand." Ann Vaughn was somewhat helpless. Was he really that afraid of her just because she was a bit stern during acupuncture?
If Keith Crawford heard her thoughts, he might be so angry that he would jump up and question her.
Stern "a bit"? Ever since that acupuncture session, he’d been dreaming every night of Ann Vaughn chasing after him with a Golden Needle, ready to stab him on the buttocks, nearly forming a psychological shadow!
Reluctantly giving his hand to Ann Vaughn, The Little Young Master Crawford sneaked a glance at her hands, and upon confirming that she wasn’t holding the Golden Needle, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After checking the pulse, Ann Vaughn released Keith Crawford’s hand and said, "There’s some spleen deficiency with internal heat and lack of sleep, but these are minor issues and don’t affect the recovery from the illness."
Keith Crawford’s face was numb. Wasn’t his lack of sleep because of someone?
"A few days ago, I took Little Keith to the hospital for a follow-up, and the doctors were shocked, thinking they had misdiagnosed him before, that it wasn’t terminal lung cancer," Chairman Crawford said, feeling his eyes a bit warm, and he casually wiped them while genuinely expressing gratitude, "Dr. Vaughn, we’ll be relying on you in the future."
The Crawford Family only has this one offspring, and if anything happened to Keith Crawford, the foundation accumulated over the years would crumple overnight.
Chairman Crawford even felt fortunate for listening to his assistant’s advice before, not offending Ann Vaughn over the issue with Hawthorne Corp. by being shortsighted.
"It’s my duty." Ann Vaughn, unaware of Chairman Crawford’s internal thoughts, merely smiled faintly, "The third acupuncture session was delayed due to prior engagements, let’s reschedule it for today."
"That would be great, thank you, Dr. Vaughn!" Chairman Crawford promptly agreed, not noticing his son’s unhappy expression.
Keith Crawford: ??? Needles from the sky?
About an hour or so later, The Little Young Master Crawford climbed sheepishly from the bed inside, clutching the spot on his behind, making Ann Vaughn want to laugh.
She really wanted to remind him that the acupuncture spot was on the back, not the buttocks.
After Chairman Crawford and Keith Crawford exited the room, they were immediately surrounded by the curious guests who had been eavesdropping inside the clinic.
"Did your son really have lung cancer? And Dr. Vaughn cured it?"
"You wouldn’t be a plant by the Vaughn Clinic, would you? Are you crazy, it’s cancer, not a minor cold, and it’s terminal, how could it possibly be cured?"
"By hearing this, I can tell you’re a new customer. If you don’t understand Dr. Vaughn’s abilities, don’t speak. And do you even know who they are? The Chairman and Little Prince of Alden Pharmaceuticals; how could the Vaughn Clinic have enough clout to ask them to be plants?"
This statement dispelled the doubts of those guests who suspected the Crawford father and son were plants, increasing their intrigue.
This is big news!
The only heir’s health improving, Chairman Crawford was in a very good mood and patiently answered their questions.
"My son was in the terminal stage of lung cancer; just a month ago, he was coughing up blood, and no famous doctor could find a solution. It was only after we found Dr. Vaughn that we saw a glimmer of hope." Chairman Crawford didn’t exaggerate things too much to avoid bringing any negative impact to Ann Vaughn.
The guests were amazed, their gazes X-ray-like as they studied Keith Crawford, who was wearing a mask.
Though they couldn’t see his face, they did notice his occasional coughs and frail figure, which indeed resembled a patient’s.
Keith Crawford, however, couldn’t endure being scrutinized like an exhibit any longer, so he grabbed the gifts from the rest area and headed to the counter before dragging Chairman Crawford away.
When Ann Vaughn came out of the inner room, she noticed the two gift boxes placed on the counter and looked at Sherry in confusion.
"They were given by Chairman Crawford as a token of gratitude. He was worried you wouldn’t accept them, so he left them there and left," Sherry chuckled. "And thanks to them, your intention to wait for The Little Young Master Crawford to fully recover before announcing the inhibitor news might not remain hidden."
Just as Sherry anticipated, the news that the Vaughn Clinic could cure cancer quickly spread throughout the circle.
However, people held differing opinions, with some believing that since Ann Vaughn could even eradicate the plague, she should surely have confidence in overcoming the cancer challenge.
Others felt it was an exaggeration, arguing that cancer wasn’t like other illnesses, and given current medical capabilities, early-stage cancer might be curable, but once it reaches the terminal stage, recovery is utterly impossible.
Thus, the matter didn’t ignite widespread debate but instead circulated internally, awaiting clear results.
"Before Keith Crawford fully recovers, do not respond to what others say. Wait until the results appear." Ann Vaughn wasn’t too concerned about the issue, casually opening one of the gift boxes.
Upon seeing the complete set of emerald jewelry inside, Ann Vaughn was surprised, playing with it briefly before putting it back in the box, allowing the soft jade bracelet on her wrist to peek out from under her sleeve.
"The necklace on your neck and the bracelet on your wrist don’t seem to be part of the same set?" Sherry inadvertently noticed and was curious.