CHAPTER 29: CHAPTER 29: TEACH THIS SHAMELESS BITCH A LESSON

Hawthorne Group boasts countless industries, with pharmaceutical research among them, a subsidiary project that Cyrus Hawthorne values highly this year.

How could it suddenly have trouble?

At that moment, a familiar middle-aged man and several doctors hurriedly emerged from the elevator, passing by them, about to enter the emergency room.

Ann Vaughn was stunned, and the middle-aged man in front suddenly stopped, turning his head to look at her.

"Ann Vaughn?!"

"Professor Chaney...?" Ann Vaughn recognized this as the professor whose classes she had sat in on before, widening her eyes in surprise.

Before she could greet Professor Chaney, he grabbed her arm and led her into the operating room, giving her no chance to back out, "You’re just in time, let me see if your medical skills have deteriorated over time."

Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Back in school, she inadvertently used the Golden Needle to save a classmate who was near death from excessive bleeding, with Professor Chaney present.

Later, whenever she sat in on classes, Professor Chaney would always let her go on stage and demonstrate for her classmates.

He always sighed, saying her greatest talent wasn’t just her outstanding medical skills but her strong ability to learn and apply.

Shortly after Ann Vaughn entered the operating room, Laura Quinn arrived at the hospital with Mrs. Lynch.

"Cian, how’s the situation?" Laura Quinn asked, walking over with a worried look, staring at the tightly closed door of the emergency room.

If the news about Old Master Hawthorne’s condition reached those people’s ears, who knows how much trouble they might stir up, especially since they’ve always been coveting her son’s position.

It would be troublesome then.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome eyebrows were cold, then he shook his head. "Don’t worry, mom, everything will be fine."

"Yes, aunt, First Hospital is fully equipped with outstanding doctors, moreover," Cynthia Vaughn gently held Laura Quinn’s hand and softly said, "My sister is skilled in medicine, with her inside, Grandpa Hawthorne will certainly be okay."

"What are you saying?!" Laura Quinn’s expression suddenly changed.

Meanwhile, inside the emergency room.

The doctors were quite dissatisfied with outsiders entering such a critical area, but since Professor Chaney brought her in, they couldn’t say much and only asked her to be quiet and stay to the side.

Unexpectedly, Professor Chaney involved her in the rescue effort, and seeing Ann Vaughn’s every move, the doctors immediately thought she was crazy.

What’s going on?

This woman is a herbalist? This is an emergency room, not a herbalist department, okay?

If a few needles could solve the problem, then what do they need these Western doctors for? Wishful thinking!

As Ann Vaughn methodically inserted the Golden Needle into Old Master Hawthorne’s chest, like a mystical formation, then withdrew it in sequence, pricking her finger to let him bleed out the toxins.

Old Master Hawthorne’s critical heart rate actually began to stabilize slowly, and his darkened complexion gradually returned to normal.

The doctors, who were just showing disdain and contempt, hadn’t had the chance to retract their expressions: ...

Until an hour later, when the surgery ended, Old Master Hawthorne was finally out of danger.

"Haha, thought you had neglected your studies, but it looks like you’ve made progress, not bad, not bad." Professor Chaney laughed and patted Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, leading her out.

Ann Vaughn felt a bit helpless, "You just wanted to save energy."

Professor Chaney smilingly didn’t deny it at all.

The toxins in Old Master Hawthorne’s body were fierce, linked to old ailments that led to relentless vomiting of blood, making the condition extremely tricky, and any carelessness would have cost him his life.

But after Ann Vaughn used the Golden Needle to detoxify and stabilize the situation, apart from being weak and temporarily unable to wake up, his old ailments also saw relief.

As long as no major problems arise later, he will remain free of illness and pain, no longer troubled by old ailments.

"It’s a shame your talent is not used at The Herbalist Hospital; otherwise, I could have brought you over to intern at this hospital."

Ann Vaughn, only in her second year, naturally couldn’t intern at a major hospital like First Hospital.

She followed Professor Chaney out of the operating room, just about to answer this question, when someone approached head-on; she just turned her head, and a slap landed on her face!