Chapter 359: Chapter 359: A Bunch of Ignoramuses
They insisted on bringing everyone along, saying they wanted to meet a young miracle doctor with extraordinary skills.
She is indeed beautiful, more so than most in the entertainment industry, but from where do you see the divine in her?
Hearing this, Ann Vaughn wasn’t upset. She looked at the lady with a lighthearted gaze.
"Would you like a consultation, ma’am?"
The lady’s expression didn’t look good; she seemed unwilling to respond. But seeing Old Master Saxon giving his seat to her, she had no choice but to sit down.
She was curious to see what skills a doctor from such a small place could possibly have, enough to fool someone as smart as her father-in-law.
Ann Vaughn didn’t mind the lady’s picky gaze; her delicate fingers rested on the lady’s wrist, carefully examining it.
She slightly furrowed her thin brows and then asked the lady to open her mouth. After checking, she said, "Madam, your tongue is red with a thin yellow coating, your pulse is wiry and rapid, your complexion is flushed; it’s a case of blood heat causing reckless movement."
After pondering for a few seconds, Ann Vaughn asked the lady to come closer, and whispered a few words in her ear.
The lady’s previously impatient face instantly turned to surprise, "How do you know?!"
Though her long-term illness was an open secret among her friends, only she, her husband, and her primary doctor knew the details—except for Ann Vaughn!
Moreover, she even knew she didn’t want outsiders to know about this!
"Doctor, is there any cure for my illness? I’ve been undergoing treatment for years but there’s been no improvement, I..."
No longer daring to underestimate her, the lady clasped Ann Vaughn’s hand in urgency.
"Don’t worry," Ann Vaughn smiled gently, "I’ll prescribe you a formula. If you take the medicine as directed, you’ll see improvement in two months. By then, come to me for another prescription to help regulate your body."
"Thank you so much, doctor." The lady finally smiled, and then, feeling a bit embarrassed, she said, "I really apologize for doubting your medical skills earlier."
"Did you say something earlier?"
Seeing that Ann Vaughn bore no grudges, the lady felt even more embarrassed; she shouldn’t have judged her by her appearance.
But at the thought of possibly recovering, her eyes reddened as she turned to her husband, "Honey, did you hear that? The doctor said I might be able to recover!"
The man nodded repeatedly, his expression calm but his eyes slightly red, "I’ll stay with you, and we’ll get through this together."
"You never fail to impress me," Old Master Saxon laughed as he spoke to Ann Vaughn, feeling the weight in his heart lifting away.
The matter of his third son having no heirs had always been a burden, yet he felt powerless about it.
He never considered the Sheridan Family’s third son significant but insisted on bringing his son and daughter-in-law to Vaughn Clinic to congratulate Ann Vaughn, only to receive such a pleasant surprise.
Ann Vaughn smiled lightly, "It’s what I should do."
The lady’s illness was a case of metrorrhagia, a common bleeding disorder often involving non-cyclic uterine bleeding, which greatly affects daily life.
After collecting the medicine, the Saxons left a congratulatory gift and prepared to leave.
Ann Vaughn immediately brought some parting gifts and handed them to each of them.
"The blue box is a tonic for body regulation and vitality. The purple box is a new product from the clinic, Tianxiang Dew, which works great for skincare," she explained.
Although the lady, accustomed to using only top-tier skincare products, didn’t take the last remark seriously, she still accepted it with a smile.
Similarly, Old Master Saxon’s son felt indifferent about the tonics, as they had plenty at home.
But Old Master Saxon had a different opinion. Seeing his son and daughter-in-law uninterested in the gift boxes, he took them happily, smiling to himself.
A bunch of people who don’t know good stuff.
Perhaps it was the spectacle of almost a dozen luxury cars parked at the clinic’s entrance that caught people’s attention, or maybe for other reasons, but more and more clients were filing into the clinic.
Fortunately, there were enough staff on duty, so everything ran smoothly.
Every client received a gift box upon leaving, but most saw it as a promotional item from Vaughn Clinic’s partners.
Some threw it away carelessly, while others gave it to someone else on the spot.
"Ann Vaughn," Shane Sharp approached, holding a medicine package, and asked her in a seemingly casual manner, "Does this medicine contain red beans?"
Red beans, also known as love beans.
Ann Vaughn was momentarily surprised, looked up to see Shane Sharp’s uneasy yet hopeful eyes, and smiled faintly.
"Your condition doesn’t require love beans as a supplement, so there’s not a single one."
Feeling as if he’d been stabbed in the heart, Shane Sharp walked away without a word.
The Little Fairy is like a fortress, impenetrable, oh dear.
Maybe his name in a past life was Shane Miserable because life is so hard.
Ann Vaughn knew her words were quite hurtful, but it’s better to cut his hopes cleanly than leave him tangled and confused, misunderstanding her intentions.
Her heart was only so big, already given to one person, with no room to spare for anyone else.
Thinking of this, she suddenly froze.
In her mind flashed the face crafted by the Creator, whether with deeply furrowed brows or a light smile.
It was like a vivid painting, perfectly embedded in her heart.
But ever since last time, he had been busy with company affairs, and she had clinic matters to arrange, days had passed without seeing each other.
Today, he probably wouldn’t come either.
"Annie..." Sherry happened to come over to find her, noticing her downcast eyes and unknowing what she was thinking about, asked curiously, "What’s on your mind, looking so upset?"
"No, nothing, it’s just a bit warm inside and I feel uncomfortable." Ann Vaughn shook her head repeatedly, blaming the air conditioning.
"Then you should go get some fresh air." Sherry didn’t pry further and told her, "By the way, Sean brought an opening congratulatory gift and is waiting for you outside."
Ann Vaughn nodded, set down the account book in her hand, and walked outside.
Upon stepping out, Ann Vaughn was taken aback by the scene before her.
Flowers.
The entire field of vision was filled with fresh, radiant flowers.
Both sides of Vaughn Clinic were occupied, mostly with daisies, followed by hyacinths.
"Congratulations on your reopening, I hope you’re pleased," Sutton Jennings was dressed in black, his hair slightly damp as if he had just come from somewhere, giving off a slightly weathered vibe.
His eyes, akin to blossoming peach flowers, held layers of warmth, adding a gentle breeze to his steady, stern face.
Ann Vaughn was just about to accept the bouquet he handed over when it disappeared right in front of her eyes.
"What’s happening?" Ann Vaughn looked dumbfounded at Sutton Jennings, who then pointed at the sky.
Curious, she looked upward.
Unexpectedly, she saw seven hot air balloons floating in the sky, each adorned with a character.
Together they read—
Congratulations on Vaughn Clinic’s grand opening.