Chapter 291: Chapter 291: The Granddaughter Lost Outside
The Presidential Palace of K Country, the Duke’s Castle of Morkeline, the Sea Citadel of Gothasen are all famous royal demesnes in the world, and the Sheridan Residence is not much different from them.
But it wasn’t enough to amaze her.
The old butler noticed Ann Vaughn lowering her gaze, seemingly indifferent to the scenery in the garden, which raised his opinion of her.
This indifference to fame and fortune matched her title as an international Divine Doctor.
The old butler led Ann Vaughn into a separate pavilion on the west side and said to her, "I have instructed everyone not to come near, so you can treat without any disturbances."
The old butler knew from Quinn about some of Ann Vaughn’s rules for treating patients, so he was well-prepared.
Recalling the little child of the Levitt Family who didn’t wake up after a car accident and was given a critical condition notice by the doctors, yet was saved by this Divine Doctor, the old butler was full of anticipation for Ann Vaughn’s medical skills.
Ann Vaughn nodded, following the old butler out of the elevator and into the room.
The furnishings in the room exuded an ancient aura, the lighting was dim, and the air was thick with the smell of medicine.
Because the windows were sealed, the air couldn’t circulate, making it somewhat unpleasant.
"Old Mrs. Sheridan’s eyes can’t stand any wind, or she’ll keep tearing up painfully, so the doors and windows are always closed, with ventilation only when necessary," the old butler explained as Ann Vaughn frowned.
"Has Old Mrs. Sheridan’s condition relapsed several times?" Ann Vaughn sniffed the medicinal aroma, identifying its components, and then asked.
"You’re correct. Recently, the Western medicine prescribed for Old Mrs. Sheridan has stopped working, and surgery was suggested, but she is tired of it all and prefers to endure rather than undergo another surgery."
After hearing the old butler’s words, Ann Vaughn nodded slightly, "No need for surgery."
She went to the bedside, checked Old Mrs. Sheridan’s pulse, and then said to the old butler, "Please prepare a set of silver needles, Golden Needles work best, as well as some mugwort and boroncee..."
The old butler quickly took notes of her requests and handed them to a servant nearby to prepare them immediately.
"Rest assured, the items will be delivered shortly!"
Just as the old butler said, within twenty minutes, all the things Ann Vaughn requested were delivered.
Although the Golden Needles were not as good as her own, they were still handy.
Once the old butler had led all the servants out, Ann Vaughn took out the medicinal herbs from the box, ground them with a pestle, and rolled them into a ball.
She then applied it to Old Mrs. Sheridan’s slightly purplish and swollen eyelids.
"My eyes..." The drowsy Old Mrs. Sheridan felt the soothing coolness on her eyelids and gradually awakened, reaching out to touch them.
Ann Vaughn immediately held her slightly wrinkled hand gently and placed it back under the covers, "Old Mrs. Sheridan, I’m applying medicine for you; it will take a while, you can sleep for a bit."
"Are you a doctor invited by Uncle Vance?" Old Mrs. Sheridan’s voice sounded kind and without pretense, "Don’t be afraid, it’s okay if it doesn’t work, it’s not your fault, this old illness of mine is like that, can’t be cured."
Having experienced countless cycles of hope followed by disappointment, the elderly lady had cultivated such an optimistic attitude.
Ann Vaughn smiled lightly, not responding to these words, knowing that many patients couldn’t fully trust a doctor until they saw results.
She made no meaningless promises, only saying, "If you feel bored, I could sing you a tune."
"You can sing too?" Old Mrs. Sheridan was a bit surprised, "That’s great, this old lady has good fortune today."
Ann Vaughn’s eyes curved with her smile, finding the old lady quite charming, her encouragement making one feel comfortable.
She hadn’t even started singing, yet the lady gave her full support.
Ann cleared her throat and began to sing, "Blossoms bloom in vibrant colors everywhere, yet they all lay in disrepair, time and beauty, how they wear away..."
Old Mrs. Sheridan initially expected her verses to be correct at best, but as she listened, she became entranced, her fingers unconsciously moving with the melody.
Indeed remarkable, embodying what young people of this generation should be.
Even having seen the splendid scenes abroad, she hadn’t forgotten the essence of national heritage.
To outsiders, opera might be esoteric and hard to appreciate, but to those who enjoy and understand it, it’s anything but vulgar.
Once Ann Vaughn finished a section of "The Peony Pavilion," she stopped and saw Old Mrs. Sheridan sleeping peacefully, with calm breathing, and smiled softly.
She hadn’t sung for a long time and felt a bit rusty.
She recalled the last time was when her grandfather was still alive.
Putting aside these thoughts, Ann Vaughn sterilized and inserted the Golden Needles into the acupuncture points near Old Mrs. Sheridan’s temples.
After the needling, Ann Vaughn removed the medicinal poultice from Old Mrs. Sheridan’s eyelids, wiped off the medicine from her face, and then packed up and stood up.
Before leaving, Ann Vaughn instructed the old butler, "For the next three days, I will come twice daily to apply medicine and needles for Old Mrs. Sheridan. The room needs more ventilation, or it will be easy for bacteria to breed."
The old butler initially wanted Ann Vaughn to stay at the Sheridan Residence, with a guest room already prepared, but she declined.
She preferred staying in a hotel; after all, it’s someone else’s home and posed many inconveniences.
Not being able to insist, the old butler personally escorted her downstairs and had the driver take her to a Sheridan-owned star hotel to stay.
"Uncle Vance," a woman in a light blue cheongsam gracefully approached, softly asking, "Was that lady just now a guest of grandma’s?"
"Third Miss," Uncle Vance, looking at the recently reunited third miss, nodded with a smile, "Yes, she came to treat Old Mrs. Sheridan’s illness."
"I see. How is grandma’s condition? May I visit her?"
"Well... Old Mrs. Sheridan is already asleep, it’s better to wait until she recovers to visit her."
A flash of disappointment crossed the woman’s face, her tone unconsciously carrying some concern, "I truly hope grandma gets better soon."
Hearing this, Uncle Vance couldn’t help but feel some comfort.
For years, Old Mrs. Sheridan worried the most about this granddaughter lost in the outside world, finally having her back, she was cherished by everyone.
They all hoped to make up for the years they had lost with her.
But suddenly, as Uncle Vance glanced at the woman’s face, he noticed something amiss.
The third miss’s features... How could they resemble Dr. Vaughn so closely?
But didn’t the lady carry twins, not triplets!
The woman, sensing Uncle Vance’s subtle scrutiny, asked without changing her expression, "Could you please arrange a car for me, Uncle Vance? I have some matters to attend to."
"Alright, I will arrange it for you immediately." Uncle Vance collected his thoughts and turned to make arrangements.