Chapter 449: Chapter 449: Overwhelmed by Fright
Accompanied by this terrified and helpless cry, the faces of the VIPs gathered nearby suddenly changed, and they all took several steps back to distance themselves from the place.
When Ann Vaughn and Shrek turned their heads to look in that direction, they saw a woman standing alone next to the green hedge decoration, with a completely emerald green, hissing Mottled Serpent coiled around her neck!
Eland, being close to the equator, has most of its land area occupied by forest vegetation. It is common for small animals to frequently come from the forest to places where humans live.
But this is The Presidential Palace, and logically, such venomous snakes shouldn’t be appearing here.
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ann Vaughn’s mind, and she immediately pushed the wheelchair toward the trembling girl.
Shrek was busy notifying the President’s two sons and the guards nearby, so he didn’t notice Ann Vaughn’s actions.
"Help, help me—" The girl with the snake coiled at the deadly neck position looked pleadingly at the nearest VIPs, tears falling continuously from her emerald-like eyes in hopelessness.
A beautiful woman shedding tears always evokes pity, but just the thought of the Mottled Serpent prevents anyone from stepping forward.
The venomous Mottled Serpent, whose antidote recipe was lost two years ago; one bite ensures a sentence of death!
When Ann Vaughn came over, she immediately smelled the strong scent of spices on the girl’s body, among which the Mottled Serpent’s favorite Lenko was mixed. No wonder the serpent targeted her...
"Ah!" The Mottled Serpent suddenly launched an attack on the fragrance pouch at the girl’s waist, causing the girl to scream in fright and instinctively reach out to swat it away.
Ann Vaughn’s expression changed sharply as she urgently stopped her, "Don’t move!"
The irrational girl couldn’t hear anything aside from the hissing, and while swinging her arms crazily, the enraged Mottled Serpent bit into her arm!
Tsk!
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn disregarded the girl who was still moving incessantly, her bright eyes targeted the location, and the three Golden Needles hidden in her lace cuffs shot straight at the Mottled Serpent’s vital seven-inch spot!
The next second, everyone saw the Mottled Serpent, which was biting the girl’s arm tightly, fall to the ground with a smack, and after just two twists of its emerald green body, it—
Was dead?!
The crowd was in an uproar, barely able to believe what their eyes had just witnessed.
Ann Vaughn ignored the astonished and fervent gazes around her, maneuvering her wheelchair to the girl who had collapsed weakly to the ground, eyes dazed, still in shock.
And on her left arm, the toxin had already begun to spread from the wound, mingling shades of blue and purple.
Ann Vaughn lifted her hand, precisely pricking the acupoints near the wound with the Golden Needle from her fingertips, then used another needle to open up the wound and let the poisoned blood flow out!
"It hurts..." The girl’s face crumpled in pain and pitifully.
Ann Vaughn calmly explained, "If you don’t want your arm to be useless, you better endure it."
The girl’s grievances were swallowed back forcefully at the brink of speech, with tears brimming in her eyes, "Will I die?"
"If you keep babbling, you might." Ann Vaughn disliked distractions during treatments, especially when dealing with such tricky snake venom, but given the current situation, she could only opt for this straightforward method.
The girl immediately kept quiet to avoid risking her life.
As Shrek and the two Princes hurried here, they saw such a bleeding scene; the Second Prince was shocked, almost rushing over to pull Ann Vaughn away from the girl.
The Crown Prince promptly held him back, whispering, "Trust Dr. Vaughn, don’t interfere."
"Brother, that’s Gothasen’s little Princess!"
The Crown Prince remained unmoved.
Shrek, standing by, couldn’t help but find the Second Prince’s alarm amusing, thinking how could Her Highness the Princess harm the little Princess of Gothasen?
Ann Vaughn hadn’t noticed the commotion on this side. As the poisoned blood turned from blackish-blue to bright red on the girl’s arm, she stopped the bleeding with the Golden Needle then applied a layer of medicinal powder.
"Alright, have a good rest after going back, and remember to consume less spicy and hot food." Retrieving each Golden Needle back into her cuff, Ann Vaughn released the girl’s hand.
With the Crown Prince’s orders, the girl’s bodyguards immediately stepped forward, helping her up from the ground, "Little Princess, we arrived too late, are you alright?"
"I’m okay, I insisted on not letting you follow." The girl, extremely pale, weakly uttered these words, then felt darkness creep into her vision, fainting onto her personal maid’s shoulder.
"Little Princess? Little Princess?!"
"Don’t worry, she’s just fainted from excessive fright," Ann Vaughn casually cleaned her delicate fingers with a handkerchief and kindly reminded them.
The bodyguards: "..."
Quickly, the girl was led away from the banquet hall by her bodyguards and attendants, restoring the venue to its original bustle.
The only thing odd was Ann Vaughn felt the gazes cast in her direction... were somewhat peculiar.
"Dr. Vaughn, once again, it’s thanks to your assistive actions that our country avoided falling out with Gothasen. We’re truly grateful for you." The Crown Prince expressed earnestly and trustworthy, stepping up to Ann Vaughn.
"It required little effort, even without me, The Presidential Palace guards could have rescued her." Ann Vaughn replied with a faint smile.
How unlucky... they turned out to be from Gothasen.
"You are too modest." After a brief thought, the Crown Prince continued, "Additionally, there’s something I’d like to seek your help with."
"As for the Crown Prince’s request, are you referring to the antidote for the Mottled Serpent’s venom? Of course, you can count on me."
A hint of surprise emerged in the Crown Prince’s eyes, followed by deep admiration, "Dr. Vaughn, not only are you astute and perceptive, but also exceptionally broad-minded."
Broad-minded?
Considering a mark she left on someone’s chin earlier to vent jealousy, Ann Vaughn held an unchanged expression as she accepted his praise, "The Crown Prince flatters me."
"Certainly, Eland will ensure you don’t suffer any loss in this regard. If you don’t mind, we can enter a collaboration..."
Corner of the hall.
The two guards assigned to protect Ann Vaughn remained concealed from view, yet they could clearly observe Ann Vaughn and her surroundings.
Including the scene where Ann Vaughn deployed the Golden Needles, they witnessed it with absolute clarity.
"Did you see that just now? Those hair-thin Golden Needles were shot out from her cuffs?"
"Geez, wasn’t it said she’s just an ordinary woman? Yet look at her display just now, each of the three needles accurately hit the Mottled Serpent’s seven-inch mark, none went to waste..."
"Even I might not have been able to remove that snake from the girl’s neck in such a situation, how did she manage that??"
"Maybe it was just luck?"