"The ingredients in those candies turned out to be able to prevent virus infection effectively, and it’s one hundred percent!"
One hundred percent prevention?
Ian Vaughn’s light-colored eyes finally showed a hint of emotion, "Are you sure?"
"I’m sure and positive!" The assistant patted his chest and then sheepishly asked, "So, Professor Vaughn, can you spare me two more candies? You’ve got such a big bottle, haha."
Ian Vaughn glanced at him, and the assistant immediately withdrew one finger in resignation, "One piece, one piece is fine!"
Seeing his unremarkable demeanor, Ian Vaughn had nothing to say, so he took out the porcelain bottle and handed it to him, "Give one piece to everyone on the team. Also, help me find someone near the Spring of Life."
"Alright, who are you looking for?"
...
Though the person in charge had heard that this international eccentric doctor was different from ordinary doctors, he never imagined it would be to this extent...
The person in charge watched Ann Vaughn, who was brewing some unknown soup in the hospital kitchen, and couldn’t help but speak up, "Doctor Aquarelle, if you’re hungry, I can have the hotel prepare a feast for you right away; there’s no need for you to do it yourself."
"I’m not cooking food." Ann Vaughn was slightly embarrassed. Why did every non-S Country person who saw her brewing Chinese medicine think she was cooking?
She’s a doctor, not a chef.
However, speaking of food, she was indeed a bit hungry, "Then please help me prepare some food. I’m not picky."
"Alright, please wait a moment." The person in charge nodded and left with his mobile phone.
It didn’t take long for the person in charge to return and inform Ann Vaughn that the hotel had delivered the meal, inviting her to dine in the hospital cafeteria.
Ann Vaughn’s medicine was also about ready, so after reducing the heat, she said to the person in charge, "Please have this medicine sent to the ward and let the patients drink it."
"Are you saying... what’s in here is medicine?" The person in charge looked at the light brown medicinal soup, somewhat incredulous, "Isn’t medicine supposed to be those pill-like tablets?"
"This is Chinese medicine; the kind you mentioned is Western medicine." Ann Vaughn raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and then packed away her densely written notebook, "Additionally, after drinking the medicine, they’ll have diarrhea, which is a normal detoxification reaction."
The person in charge hesitated for a bit before nodding, "Don’t worry."
This concoction reportedly brewed from herbs, is it really effective against epidemics? Doesn’t it need to be made into pills or administered via injection?
Although he inwardly disliked the medicinal soup, the person in charge could only follow Ann Vaughn’s instructions, as Shrek had ordered.
After Ann Vaughn finished her meal in the cafeteria, she rested for a while and then took out her phone to call Levi Lowell.
The call connected quickly, but before Ann Vaughn could speak, Levi Lowell’s cold and impatient voice came through, "We are busy right now. Could you please not call and disturb us unnecessarily?"
He hung up right after saying that.
Ann Vaughn’s mouth twitched. If Mark Joyce were here, she’d really want to grab him by the collar and ask if he’d ever seen such an arrogant guard??
It is quite possible they always knew where Cyrus Hawthorne was; they were just stalling to prevent her from getting there.
What exactly had she done to offend them?
Ann Vaughn indignantly tried to call Cyrus Hawthorne, but it was still in the unresponsive state, her eyes dimmed.
Soon she snapped out of it, raised her hand to rub her cheek, and calmed herself down.
Uncle Dexter said he is now unconscious, with a high probability of epidemic infection. Instead of being upset about irrelevant things here, she should develop the prescription as soon as possible for when he gets better; then, why worry about not seeing him?
That’s the way!
Determined, Ann Vaughn stopped resting, got up, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the ward floor.
Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
After the four patients in the ward personally tested the medicine, alongside the disappearance of the large rash on their bodies, the symptoms like fever, headache, and vomiting blood gradually improved.
Not only the hospital doctors but even the medical teams from other countries who came to provide aid rushed over to conduct physical examinations on the four patients.
"My god, who is the genius that we just developed a virus inhibitor, and they’ve quietly cured the patients!" Ian Vaughn’s assistant exclaimed after checking the four patients’ results, stunned into silence.
What more was there to say, same people, why is there such a difference?
"I heard that doctor gave the patients some kind of strange soup. I was wondering what it was, turned out to be Chinese medicine!"
"That doctor turns out to be a Chinese medicine doctor? My god, is it too late for me to go back and study Chinese medicine now?"
"I guess it’s probably a professor or dean-level character from our country’s Herbalist Hospital? I heard that the Chinese medicine she brews contains the essence of the medical herbs, and the lab used her prescription to brew medicine, yet none were as good as hers..."
"Do you think she would like someone like me who’s cute, obedient, and a leg hanger graduate?"
Upon hearing this, the team members immediately scoffed at him, as if they could also do it!
Only Ian Vaughn, who was examining a Chinese medicine lab report, kept silent throughout, his light-colored eyes slightly brightening.
Not just the essence of the medical herbs, but the Chinese doctor who made the prescription also seems quite knowledgeable about pharmaceuticals.
"Where’s that Chinese medicine doctor?" Ian Vaughn closed the folder, placed his hand on the assistant’s shoulder, and asked.
"I just asked the nurse, she said the doctor went to the restroom before we arrived. It’s weird... it’s been half an hour, why hasn’t she returned?" The assistant looked at his watch, puzzled.
Ian Vaughn squinted his eyes, handed the folder to his assistant, and headed toward the restroom.
...
Ann Vaughn never imagined she’d get knocked out in the restroom.
As she was awakened by the rustling voices near her ears, she found herself blindfolded, and even her hands were tied.
Kidnapping?
No way, even if someone knew her identity like Shrek does, they wouldn’t go to the trouble of taking such a risk from the bodyguards sent by Shrek and kidnapping her. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novęlfire.net
She’s not a mountain of gold.
What on earth is their goal?
Ann Vaughn held her breath and listened carefully to distinguish the voices coming from who knows where.
"Is she attending... solution... take back first..."
The voice was still too soft to make out anything beyond a few words.
The only certainty was that the kidnappers were from S Country... Maybe sent by Cynthia Sheridan or Harold Vaughn.