Chapter 411: Chapter 411: Heh, Men
Moreover, all their advanced medical equipment and internationally issued medications for treating the epidemic were ineffective on Mr. Chambers. Ann Vaughn just came in, touched his hand, made a bowl of soup, what good could that do...
After the caregiver administered the medicine, they immediately went to disinfect.
Ann Vaughn was recording the changes in Mr. Chambers’s temperature and pulse beside him.
As she expected, although the composition of that bowl of medicine was quite unconventional, it was indeed effective against the epidemic Mr. Chambers was infected with.
Two hours later, Ann Vaughn revised the prescription and had the caregiver feed Mr. Chambers the second bowl of medicinal soup.
The doctors believed she was messing around with Mr. Chambers and simply took over the task of her recording, performing a set of examinations beside Mr. Chambers.
After finishing the examination, the doctors seemed to have seen a ghost and performed an even more meticulous examination again, unwilling to accept the results.
Yet, they found that the results were the same as the first time, the condition was actually controlled!!
How is this possible!?
"I’m calling the hospital!"
"Me too! If the professor knew, he would be eager to come over!"
After figuring something out, the doctors hurriedly took out their phones to call the hospital or their mentors to explain the situation here.
These doctors were all sent from different hospitals and were competitors to each other, yet their actions at this moment were remarkably unified, surprising everyone.
During a break, Ann Vaughn took out her phone to log in to the forum, intending to find any news about Eland.
Logically, since Red Rat escaped from the research institute, the epidemic outbreak should be reported by international news.
Even if international news didn’t report it, the forum should have related information.
But strangely, there was not a single thread.
Could it be that the epidemic outbreak was too small to catch the forum’s attention?
Ann Vaughn felt increasingly that this matter wasn’t so simple, so she opened Emperor’s chat box and sent a message over.
Meanwhile.
Whispering Winds Pavilion, the largest and most expensive dining venue for the upper class in Marinia, had a very high threshold, and anyone who entered here was by no means ordinary.
In the Bamboo Pavilion box on the third floor, everything from the bamboo-carved ceiling light to the glossy wooden floor, the bamboo tea table and tea utensils, and several bamboo landscapes in the room, exuded elegance.
Rustling.
The sound of paper being shuffled occasionally arose, and after a while, Eli Sheridan set down the contract he had finished reading, lightly twirling the Buddha beads in his left hand, smiling at the gentleman seated opposite, saying, "A 2% concession, President Hawthorne is indeed generous."
The new district project is extraordinarily large, and every company in Marinia wishes to get involved, even if it’s just a small partnership, the future profits will be beyond mere numbers.
Initially, many believed Hawthorne Corp. couldn’t manage such a large cake, so countless tried through various channels to collaborate with Cyrus Hawthorne to further work together.
But Hawthorne Corp. unexpectedly never expressed any intention to collaborate with other companies, surprisingly... taking on the entire project alone.
This indirectly showed Hawthorne Corp.’s financial power and relationship network are far deeper and immeasurable than external speculation.
However...
"If I’m not mistaken, President Hawthorne’s move is for... Annie?"
Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression remained unchanged, his hand gently swirling the wine glass, with the crystalline red liquid clinging to the glass wall, accentuating his fair and slender fingers like art pieces.
"Over these four years, thanks for Mr. Sheridan’s care of Annie." He smiled faintly.
Indeed.
Eli Sheridan was not surprised, lightly laughing; he had suspected last time that Cyrus Hawthorne’s favorable attitude towards him was because of Ann Vaughn, just he hadn’t anticipated.
The extent of his concern for Ann Vaughn had reached a level where he would make significant concessions in cooperation for her...
"I’m afraid I can’t accept this." Eli Sheridan pushed the contract forward, smiling gently, showing no loss of composure despite the massive profits in the contract.
"Oh?" Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, looking up at him.
"In terms of relationship with Annie, I should have a slight edge over President Hawthorne." Eli Sheridan paused for two seconds, then said, "This project, The Sheridan Group will fully cooperate with Hawthorne Corp."
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne squinted slightly, "Hawthorne Corp. offers a 3% concession."
"I’ll personally invest one hundred million in the new district project."
"Hawthorne Corp. offers a 4% concession."
"Three hundred million."
Mark Joyce and the assistant on the side:...
What kind of scenes have they not witnessed?
Such a scene of giving money to each other, they truly haven’t seen before!
Logically, the correct path should be each party fighting for their own interests, engaging in verbal battles at the dining table, with endless tricks, making the other party bleed rather than just shed tears.
But... you two, wake up a bit!!
The atmosphere in the box instantly became tense, the two men at the top of the pyramid facing each other.
One was stern and sharp, the other gentle and leisurely, yet neither was willing to yield even half a step for the same matter.
Suddenly, a phone vibrated on the table.
Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at it indifferently, noticing the familiar name, his brows furrowed slightly, picking up the phone to check the message.
With a flick of his fingers, he quickly replied, then placed the phone back down, looking at Eli Sheridan with his thin lips slightly parted.
"5%, how does Mr. Sheridan feel about that?"
"Six hundred million, what does President Hawthorne think?" Eli Sheridan equally refused to fall behind, lightly laughing while raising his hand, the amethyst cufflinks particularly strikingly visible, "Considering my relationship with Annie."
Seeing those annoying cufflinks, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrowed eyes held a smile, then he leisurely leaned back, speaking calmly, "Seems not that great."
Seeing the negligently showcased tie clip, Eli Sheridan, with a smiling face: "..."
Heh, men.
...
Unaware of the turbulent battle occurring here, Ann Vaughn was being surrounded by professors from the Chambers Family, subject to a barrage of questioning.
It’s said these were professors sent from various hospitals, always dissatisfied with others.
To compete for who asked the first question, these professors whose ages together totaled hundreds nearly started a fight on the spot.
Ann Vaughn felt a mix of amusement and helplessness, earnestly answering their questions, finally getting the professors to calm down.
"Dr. Vaughn, have you encountered similar epidemic cases before? Both your medicine use and dosage are excellently controlled, you must be well-prepared?"
"Impossible, Red Rat is a new variant species, and after escaping from the research institute, those turtle bastards not only failed to report it but also sealed off the information. If it weren’t for President Chambers’ incident, we might not even know."
"This prescription includes... foreign monkshood and cyan mistake, both are highly toxic substances, using them carelessly could be fatal... no, the territory powder and Ge Chuan grass neutralized both, turning them into lifesaving medicine, ingenious!"