Chapter 652: Chapter 652: The Punishment Is a Lie
This is akin to using half your own life to gamble on the possibility that the patient could survive.
Therefore, this acupuncture method, while considered taboo, also represents an honor, something not easily mastered by ordinary doctors.
As soon as the attending doctor finished explaining, the expressions of the people present changed abruptly.
Old Master Hawthorne clutched his chest and coughed several times before catching his breath under Charlotte Hawthorne’s assistance, his complexion looking quite grim.
"I’m going in to see sister-in-law!" Bella Hawthorne’s mind was in turmoil, and she quickly walked into Ann Vaughn’s hospital room.
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Fortunately, on the third night, Ann Vaughn regained consciousness and gradually awoke.
Her delicate and soft little face usually radiated a bright smile, as if all the stars in the galaxy fell into her eyes, dazzling and brilliant.
Just looking at her could lift anyone’s mood.
But at the moment, Ann Vaughn’s little face was as pale as paper, her lips were faint, and her eyes drooped. She looked like a wet kitten, pitiful at first glance.
Just as she opened her eyes, she was unexpectedly pulled into a warm, broad embrace.
"Little liar." A hoarse, deep voice rang beside her ear, carrying a weariness and frustration that hinted at a subtle cold danger.
"During these two days you were unconscious, I kept thinking about how to punish you so you’d remember."
Punishment?!
Ann Vaughn’s petite body trembled, and she couldn’t help but swallow, her voice raspy as she spoke, "Shouldn’t there be a reward? Wasn’t I impressive?"
Her voice came back?!
Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up with joy, and she nudged Cyrus Hawthorne’s shoulder with her chin, "Water."
Hearing her hoarse and dry voice, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed tighter, and he released the coy kitten from his arms to pour a cup of warm water and feed her.
The pain in Ann Vaughn’s body was not as intense anymore, but after lying down for two days, her bones felt lazy, so she happily drank little sips.
"I’ve drunk enough." Feeling much relieved in her throat, Ann Vaughn licked the water droplets on her lips and said.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s long eyes darkened as he turned and placed the water cup on the table, then suddenly wrapped Ann Vaughn’s soft waist with his long arms, his originally clear voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "Punishing you is false."
Ann Vaughn looked at him with foggy eyes, somewhat puzzled, what was true then?
She quickly replayed Cyrus Hawthorne’s words in her head.
Thinking and thinking, Ann Vaughn suddenly understood something, the mist in her bright eyes quickly shattered, creating ripples on the lake surface.
Punishing her is false because missing her is true?!
This man could never talk straight, he always had to speak in riddles!
Despite such complaints in her heart, Ann Vaughn’s smile extended to the ceiling.
Watching her smile like a cat that had stolen fish, Cyrus Hawthorne raised his hand to tousle her long hair, speaking in a low voice, "You used the Xuanbing Needle."
Not a question, but a statement.
There may be no one who understands how much Ann Vaughn valued that Xuanbing Needles more than Cyrus Hawthorne.
Even just occasionally taking it out to inspect would bring an extremely satisfied, intoxicated expression as if holding that box equals holding the world.
For this, Cyrus Hawthorne often felt jealous of a box.
"If the Xuanbing Needle has no practical value, then regardless of how precious it is, it’s not worth mentioning." After saying this, Ann Vaughn pushed him away, extending her hand in pain, "Such priceless treasure gone just like that, how will you compensate me?"
Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep-set eyes caught a hint of a smile, and then he leaned slightly, resting his angular jaw into her palm.
His long, deep ink eyes gazed into hers, his thin lips rolling into a smile as if spring arrived overnight, creating a breathtaking spectacle like blossoming pear trees.
"How about I compensate for myself?"
The low magnetism of his voice made Ann Vaughn’s ears tingle, her fingertips trembled twice.
This man was teasing her again!!
Somehow, Ann Vaughn’s tongue suddenly twisted, "You, you can’t take advantage of me; you are mine already."
As soon as she said this, Ann Vaughn realized something was off, quickly correcting herself, "I mean, we are one body as husband and wife, no other meanings!"
"Cough, cough, um... can we come in now..." At this moment, a weak inquiry sounded from the hospital room door.
It was Bella Hawthorne who covered Little Dumpling’s eyes with one hand, preventing him from seeing some adult-inappropriate scenes.
Ann Vaughn froze, turning to see her son and Bella Hawthorne standing at the hospital room door, her face flushed immediately.
How long had Kenny and Vera been here?
Could they have been here since they started kissing?!
"Plop," Ann Vaughn fell back into the hospital bed.
"I’m dead, no need to save me." She gloomily covered her face with the blanket.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s face, dark for two days, suddenly bloomed with a smile full of spring warmth.
Bella Hawthorne carried Kenny into the room, taking a look at her eldest brother’s enchanting devilish smile, she shivered from head to toe.
If she hadn’t witnessed his scarlet eyes and stern, cold face filled with horror the day Ann Vaughn was unconscious, more like an Asura crawling up from the eighteenth level of hell.
She might believe that the gentle side is her brother’s true nature.
Just to win sister-in-law’s heart... her brother really put in the effort indeed.
"Mommy!" Little Dumpling furtively glared at The Archfiend intending to monopolize his mommy and tried to dive into Ann Vaughn’s embrace with his soft, chubby body.
Yet, halfway through his launched hug, he was caught by a well-defined hand by the collar, tossed aside lightly.
"Your mommy is unwell, she can’t hold you." The Archfiend’s long eyes looked at Little Dumpling, his thin lips quirking in a teasing challenge.