Chapter 651: Chapter 651: Becoming a Vegetable
Only the needle method that her grandfather repeatedly warned her on his deathbed not to use could fully unleash the miraculous effects of the Xuanbing Needle.
For this reason, she even commissioned someone to create a set of silver needles with a texture very similar to the Xuanbing Needle, and secretly conducted several experiments before finally grasping the essentials.
There is only one set of Xuanbing Needle; if it fails once, there will never be another chance.
She had to be exceptionally careful.
Taking a deep breath, Ann Vaughn pressed her red lips tightly and cautiously drew a faint blue, icy-cold Xuanbing Needle, applying three points of strength with her wrist, and inserted it into the acupoint on Laura Quinn’s chest.
As the Xuanbing Needle was inserted into the Yongquan, Renyin, Tan Centre, and other acupoints in Laura Quinn’s body.
Ann Vaughn’s hands were so frozen they nearly lost sensation, her heart felt as if it was being scraped by a small knife, a dense pain.
Yet her expression did not change; her bright eyes focused intently on the Xuanbing Needle in her hands, not daring to be careless for a moment.
Once the needle method took shape, the Xuanbing Needles, radiating an eerie blue light, instantly connected through Laura Quinn’s major acupoints and entered her body.
Laura Quinn, who was unconscious, suddenly let out a painful moan.
Taking advantage of her open mouth, Ann Vaughn poured a bottle of extracted medicine into her mouth, gently pressing on the acupoint beneath her neck to make her unconsciously swallow the medicine.
Laura Quinn’s painful expression lasted for nearly half an hour before it finally turned calm.
Ann Vaughn reached out to her wrist to carefully examine and, indeed, all toxins were expelled from her body without a trace.
Even Laura Quinn’s previously damaged heart vessels and meridians miraculously returned to their original state.
She couldn’t help but be secretly amazed; no wonder her grandfather used to say that anyone who obtained the only remaining Xuanbing Needle could be saved even if they had set foot in the ghost gate.
It was something that defied nature, and without some special attributes, it couldn’t have earned such a reputation.
Adjusting Laura Quinn’s clothing, Ann Vaughn was about to walk to the table to organize her belongings when, unexpectedly, her legs felt as though filled with lead, failing her, causing her to accidentally fall to the ground.
Earlier, her mind had been highly concentrated, hence she failed to notice the abnormal changes in her own body.
At this moment, it felt as if she was experiencing backfire; the pain urgently burrowing into every corner of her body, bones, flesh, heart, brain... none wasn’t hurting.
Ann Vaughn’s whole body trembled with pain, without even the strength to stand; earlier frozen stiff, now her hands were entirely numb, causing her panic.
Her lips moved, attempting to speak for help.
Yet, when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes shimmered with tears, her face filled with terror and shock as she lowered her head—where was her voice?!
Quinn...
She shifted her gaze to the tightly shut surgical room door, her eyes leaking terror and a plea for rescue almost overflowing, as consciousness seeped away with the pervasive pain.
Outside the surgical room.
Leaning against the corridor window, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes lowered, a cigarette, unlit, clasped between long fingers, while the other hand toyed with a silver lighter, yet never igniting.
As if to vent some inner anxiety.
Suddenly, a profound pain throbbed unmistakably from his heart within his chest.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s fingers paused, halting the lighter tampering, suspecting perhaps something, he took steady steps towards the direction of the surgery room.
The medical team initially intended to intervene, but upon seeing his cold, solemn countenance, fell silent.
The operation room door opened.
Without needing to seek further, a glance allowed Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze to lock precisely on the faint form beside the operation table, his narrow eyes abruptly contracted, threads of terrifying agitation swiftly spreading from his gaze.
...
Ann Vaughn’s fainting alarmed everyone greatly.
Old Master Hawthorne rushed hurriedly from Cloudmere Manor, almost striking Cyrus Hawthorne’s back with his cane, angrily scolding him as a worthless descendant, incapable of taking care of his own wife.
Upon learning that Ann Vaughn collapsed due to exhausting all her strength to treat Laura Quinn, Old Master Hawthorne found himself speechless, but held some resentment towards Laura Quinn in his heart.
Everyone knew how she usually treated Ann Vaughn; yet at this critical moment, it was Ann Vaughn, whom she despised most, who treated her regardless of past grievances.
Human hearts are made of flesh; no matter how guilty Old Master Hawthorne felt towards Laura Quinn, his affection leaned more towards Ann Vaughn.
Summoned along, Charlotte Hawthorne and Clara Hawthorne thought otherwise.
No matter what they currently thought, they have to consider the future.
If Ann Vaughn could even save Laura Quinn, who was given her last rites and not expected to survive the night.
No one can guarantee they wouldn’t need her help if they faced any ailment in the future.
The sisters exchanged glances, reading regret in each other’s eyes.
It’s over; they had likely offended Ann Vaughn permanently due to their earlier issues with Kenny!
"Dad, don’t worry; maybe Annie will wake up after a good sleep? But she is physically weak; she needs proper replenishment. I have some premium supplements that are good for women’s health."
Charlotte Hawthorne quickly approached to please Old Master Hawthorne.
Clara Hawthorne, not to be outdone, quickly added, "Dad, my cook is adept at preparing nourishing meals. After such exertion, Annie will surely be hungry when she wakes up; I’ll have meals delivered!"
The two daughters, who usually disliked Ann Vaughn, suddenly became so diligent.
Old Master Hawthorne eyed them suspiciously, "Are you this year’s fox faking to greet the chicken, with no good intentions?"
Charlotte Hawthorne: "..."
Clara Hawthorne: "..."
Is this really their biological father??
Soon, the physical examination results of Ann Vaughn and Laura Quinn were delivered.
The medical team exhibited glowing faces, as if witnessing a miracle firsthand, so excited their tongues were tied.
"This is simply God’s blessing! Madam’s body is no longer at risk; with proper rest for a couple of months, she’ll soon return to normal health!"
Old Master Hawthorne nodded, further inquiring, "How is my granddaughter-in-law’s health? Any issues?"
"That will depend on whether Dr. Vaughn awakens in the next few days," said the lead physician, his earlier glee subsiding, heavy with seriousness, "If she doesn’t wake, she might turn into a vegetative state."
"What are you saying?!" Bella Hawthorne, alarmed by the doctor’s words, nearly faltered, her eyes filled with panic, "How could this happen..."
"Although I don’t understand Traditional Chinese Medicine, I have heard that a rare few acupuncture methods rely on channeling one’s vitality into the patient, reaching a unity between needle and individual, creating immeasurable damage."