CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: THE MATRON OF THE WHITLOCK FAMILY’S ILLNESS

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The little one, suffering his brother’s scolding for the first time, dejectedly lowered his head.

Ann Vaughn nearly died laughing, and when she turned around, she saw a newspaper casually placed by Sawyer Jennings. The most prominent section boldly stated: "The Whitlock Corporation offers a substantial reward for capable doctors to consult on the Matron of the Whitlock Family’s illness."

She picked it up out of curiosity, "What’s this?"

"Rumor has it that the Matron of the Whitlock Family has contracted a mysterious illness, remaining uncured for a long time. Director Whitlock is offering a ten million bounty to attract famous doctors to treat her," Sawyer Jennings said solemnly.

Is it the Whitlock family’s matron whose father is a congressman and whose mother is the daughter of a petroleum tycoon?

Ann Vaughn recalled having met this lady at a tea party hosted by Laura Quinn, who never let her come out to meet the guests. It was the first time Laura requested her to brew tea for all the ladies.

The gazes of those noble ladies were filled with contempt and disregard.

Only Mrs. Whitlock gently accepted her tea and even praised it as good.

Because of this, she didn’t encounter any difficulties at the tea party that time, including from her mother-in-law, Laura Quinn.

Ann Vaughn always felt a sense of gratitude towards this lady.

However, given that no one could cure the illness even with a ten million reward from the Whitlock family, it was clear how severe it was.

Sawyer Jennings watched Ann Vaughn’s hesitant expression, a slight smile playing on his lips. He gently tapped his index finger twice, without interrupting her thoughts.

Twenty minutes passed quickly, and once Ann Vaughn had asked Sawyer Jennings and the butler to leave, she began to administer acupuncture.

"It might hurt a bit, bear with it."

Sutton Jennings lay on the bed looking at her for a few seconds, then said firmly, "These legs being able to feel pain is better than having no sensation at all."

Hearing this, Ann felt a pang of sorrow. She remembered that Sutton was very young, but his resilience didn’t seem like that of a child.

"Don’t worry, since I’ve promised you, I’ll definitely be able to cure you." After speaking, Ann Vaughn said nothing more as she inserted the slender Golden Needles into several major acupuncture points on his legs.

Performing acupuncture is like arranging a formation, where life force resides secretly, and the power ignited by their combination is not to be underestimated.

Her grandfather had told her that there was no absolute dead end, and no unique living gate, it all depended on the healer.

About two hours later, Ann Vaughn finally withdrew the densely placed Golden Needles from Sutton Jennings’ legs, exhaling lightly, "It’s done."

"I... I can feel it." Sutton Jennings opened his eyes to look at her, eyes slightly red, "My knee hurts, am I better?"

Not having any sensation day after day, no pain, not even numbness—that was more despairing than pain.

"This is just the first step. I’ll come regularly to give your legs acupuncture. Trust me, you will get better." Ann Vaughn patted his soft hair, tucked him in, and left the room.

Seeing her come out, Sawyer Jennings had the butler hand her a glass of cranberry juice.

Ann Vaughn took it and drank, feeling much more refreshed, "The first acupuncture session was successful. He must keep drinking the herbal medicine and can occasionally have his legs massaged to aid recovery."

"C-can the little sir really recover?" The butler excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Ann Vaughn’s hand, "Miss Vaughn, is this true?"

"It’s true. Given how much you are paying me, of course, I have to repay you well." Ann Vaughn smiled shyly.

The salary Sawyer Jennings provided was equivalent to two months’ revenue from her small clinic, not to mention the flexible hours.

She’s just an ordinary person. Although part of her motivation was to carry on her grandfather’s legacy, who wouldn’t love counting money until their hands cramped?