Chapter 254: Chapter 254: That Really Seems Like Something She Would Do
As she passed by No. 28, Ann Vaughn saw through the car window a woman coming out from inside, and immediately recognized her as Silas Master Moore’s fiancée, Leona Chambers.
"Ha." Ann Vaughn let out a cold laugh, spun the steering wheel, shifted gears to accelerate, then drifted past, brushing against Leona Chambers’ skirt.
"Ah—"
The next second, a sharp scream pierced the sky.
Leona Chambers, unable to stand due to weak legs, fell straight to the ground, her torn skirt barely covering her backside, looking extremely disheveled.
When Silas Master Moore came out with his hands in his pockets, a look of impatience on his face, this was the scene he saw.
He turned his head and saw Ann Vaughn’s car stop at the center of the road, and she lowered the window to give him the finger.
Absolutely brazen.
Then Ann Vaughn simply drove away, leaving behind a trail of exhaust in his face.
"Ethan, look at that person just now!" Leona Chambers, teary-eyed, awkwardly covering her bottom with one hand, looked pitifully at Silas Master Moore, "It’s not a big deal if something happens to me, but if the child..."
Silas Master Moore gave her a bland look, which immediately made Leona Chambers fall silent in frustration.
He looked away, took out his phone, and called Cyrus Hawthorne.
"Hello? Guess what your wife just did?" Silas Master Moore recounted in a schadenfreude tone what Ann had just done, then, "Now you have no choice but to give me back the shares."
Unexpectedly, there was a low chuckle from the other end, "Seems like something she would do."
Silas Master Moore: "..." Can you not sound so proud of your wife?
"When you figure out how to maximize benefits and minimize harm, then come talk to me about those shares." Cyrus Hawthorne said nonchalantly.
Silas Master Moore’s wicked smile deepened, "That works too, just remember this favor if that day ever comes."
"Hmm, boarding now, talk later."
"Those old cronies in M Country are really stubborn, you’ll have to grind them down for the new territory expansion, anyhow, have a good trip."
"Alright." With a brief response, Cyrus Hawthorne hung up.
Beside him, Leona Chambers knew who Silas was talking with earlier, so she didn’t dare to interrupt, this time she softly asked, "Ethan, can I go in to change clothes? My clothes..."
She didn’t finish her sentence, seeming a bit embarrassed.
Silas Master Moore set his eyes from the phone to Leona Chambers’ face full of bashful shyness, his lips curling into a devilish smile.
"How about I personally help you change?"
"You’re awful..."
...
Ann Vaughn handed the invitation through the car window to the security guard, then drove through the decorative iron gate.
About five minutes later, the car stopped in front of a villa that looked quaint and historic, surrounded by rose hedges that added a touch of liveliness to its solemnity.
"Dr. Vaughn, please come with me!" The assistant of The Gilded Pavilion’s owner had been waiting there early on and eagerly escorted Ann Vaughn out of the car, his face full of anxiety.
Ann Vaughn vaguely sensed something, picked up the small medical kit, and followed the assistant into the villa, "Can you now tell me the specifics?"
At this critical juncture, the assistant knew there was no point in hiding anymore.
"Our Young Master had a car accident two years ago and hasn’t woken up since. Just a week ago, the doctors gave the final notice that his life signs were gradually disappearing, suggesting we prepare for his funeral..."
Just a day ago, the hospital had already reported the situation, but this family refused to believe there was no hope left, so they hurriedly contacted Sherry, inviting Ann Vaughn over.
After passing through the foyer to the third floor, Ann Vaughn listened to the complete details about the patient’s condition from the assistant, calculating silently in her mind.
The assistant opened the room on the left of the corridor, let Ann Vaughn in, then quickly walked towards a scholarly-looking man.
"President Kane, Dr. Vaughn is here!"
The man addressed as "President Kane" had his tired, gloomy eyes light up at once.
He looked straight at Ann Vaughn, who was walking over with a medical kit, and hurried to greet her, "You must be Dr. Vaughn? At the last auction, it was so rushed that I didn’t get to greet you personally, my apologies."
Although Ann Vaughn was young, Silas Kane showed no inclination to underestimate her abilities because of her age, quite the opposite, he showed great respect.
"President Kane, you’re too kind, let me first see the patient."
Upon hearing this, Silas Kane immediately stepped aside, parting the cluster of white-coated doctors around the bed to let Ann Vaughn through.
Ann Vaughn walked to the bedside, set down her medical kit, and checked the boy’s pulse.
The little boy lying on the bed had a pale complexion, looked emaciated, and his pulse was weak and slow, as if it could disappear at any moment.
There wasn’t much time left.
Ann Vaughn’s delicate face turned slightly serious, as she quickly opened her medical kit, took out a packet of needles and an extracted solution.
The surrounding doctors, seeing this, understood that she was also called by Silas Kane, and shook their heads.
Even the ace doctors from major hospitals couldn’t save President Kane’s son, what could a young girl like her possibly do?
Truly like a reed on the wall, her foundation seemed weak.
Ann Vaughn paid no attention to the gazes of others, calmly and slowly inserted the Golden Needles into the boy’s Baihui, Shan Zhong, and Zusanli points.
Smooth and slow rotations, not a bit of urgency, otherwise the effort would be wasted.
Nearly half an hour into the treatment, Ann Vaughn removed the Golden Needles from the boy in the correct order, then unplugged the medicine bottle, pouring the jade green liquid entirely into the boy’s mouth.
"Luke he..." Silas Kane tried to stop her instinctively, since Leo Kane couldn’t swallow at all.
But the next second, he saw the Golden Needle under Ann’s fingers rise and fall on Luke, and as Luke’s throat moved, the liquid about to spill from his mouth was swallowed!
Silas Kane’s eyes flushed red immediately.
Ann Vaughn put Luke back in bed, checked his pulse, and her red lips curved into a gentle smile, "It’s done."
"Dr. Vaughn, do you mean..." Silas Kane half-knelt by Luke’s bedside, the otherwise tall and burly man seemed on the verge of tears due to excitement.
Understanding his current feelings, Ann Vaughn explained with a bit more patience: "He will be fine, and will wake up in no more than two days. There’s blood clotting in his brain, and nerve damage, which is the main reason he’s remained unconscious."
The surrounding doctors couldn’t help but sneer at this remark, did she think they didn’t know the root of the problem?
But given Young Master Kane’s physical condition, there was less than a ten percent chance of survival with brain surgery, and President Kane refused to allow the operation.
But after the doctors rechecked Luke’s body, except for needing a brain CT to know the brain condition, faces that hadn’t yet gathered their mocking smiles froze.
How can this be?
With cautiousness, the doctors checked Luke again, and except for confirming with brain imaging later,
They basically confirmed that Young Master Kane was no longer in life-threatening danger.