CHAPTER 915: CHAPTER 915: COURTING DISASTER

Even the nurse didn’t know when he left, so Ann Vaughn had to go back to the apartment to find Ron Warren.

But she saw a piece of paper stuck on his door.

[I’m going on a trip. Just slip the painting through the door crack, I’ll check when I return.]

Going on a trip while injured?

Ann Vaughn’s lips curled slightly; he really was an odd person.

Perhaps all artists are like this?

At this moment, Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered something very important.

How effective was the healing potion again?

There was nothing she could do as she had accidentally forgotten about it, so Ann Vaughn could only make the healing potion once more.

Even though she had done it once before and knew the steps by heart, it was still a bit challenging to do everything with only her left hand.

This time, it took the same amount of time as the first time, but the potion’s color was much more transparent than the first.

However, this time Ann Vaughn didn’t try it herself; instead, she took the potion to the Vaughn Clinic and asked Sherry to test it.

Sherry looked at the bottle of highly purified potion in her hand, her heart filled with unspeakable shock.

"Annie, didn’t you injure your hand? This, this..."

"Even though my right hand’s hurt," Ann Vaughn raised her left hand, her red lips curved into a slight smile, bright eyes like sparkling stars, "I still have my left hand."

When God closes one door, He opens another for you.

This is probably what they meant.

Sherry’s eyes gradually watered, almost unable to speak.

If the right hand doesn’t work, use the left hand.

If one path doesn’t work, then forge a new one yourself.

This is the real Ann Vaughn.

Soon, Sherry returned with the tested potion, her face full of surprise.

"Annie, the potion’s purity is as high as ninety-two percent, medium quality."

Compared to the extract potions Ann Vaughn made before, naturally, there was no comparison.

But considering this potion’s ingredients weren’t extracted, yet the quality reached medium, it’s already quite rare.

"And how does it compare to the Lockwood Family’s?" Ann Vaughn asked again.

"No need to talk about the two from the Lockwood Family, but Lucy Lock... even I’m not sure of her current level, over the years, maybe she can already make potions of superior quality."

If it were the former Ann Vaughn, with Lucy Lock’s level, she wouldn’t even have caught her eye.

But now...

Sherry sighed internally; the only thing to do was to hide as long as possible and never let The Lockwood Family find her.

"By the way, Annie, you haven’t told anyone about your potion-making skills, right?" Sherry suddenly remembered this and asked quickly.

Ann Vaughn shook her head, "No."

Sherry breathed a sigh of relief, "Good, if you haven’t, then don’t tell anyone. It’s best that only the two of us know this. Otherwise, if word gets out, it could bring trouble to you."

Trouble?

Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows slightly, "So, even if I can make potions, I can’t take them to compete with the Lockwood Family, is that it?"

"Yes." Sherry nodded solemnly, "Above all else, your safety is the most important."

A warmth filled Ann Vaughn’s heart, and she smiled, "Sherry, actually, there’s no need to tell everyone these potions were made by me, after all, others have no way to confirm that, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you trust me, you could try doing what I say."

...

One day later.

Rumors of a hidden potion-maker at the Vaughn Clinic started to spread.

It’s said that this potion-maker is a very close friend of the Vaughn Clinic’s owner. Allegedly, someone was suppressing the clinic while she was away, and to support her close friend, she came out of seclusion.

However, this potion-maker loves peace and quiet and dislikes loud environments and socializing, so she’s never shown her face.

The special flu remedy previously launched by Vaughn Clinic was actually crafted by this potion-maker.

These rumors sent waves across the community.

Since the Lockwood Family released the rumors up until now, the sides were pretty much divided, though not openly, but judging by the Vaughn Clinic’s desolate business lately, it’s clear to what extent they’ve been suppressed.

They were so presumptuous because in the future if they fell ill, they could just go to the Lockwood Family for medicine, and there would be no need to go to Vaughn Clinic for treatment.

If it wasn’t for Hawthorne Group backing Ann Vaughn and her being the heiress of The Imperial Capital’s wealthiest family, the suppression might have been even more severe.

This matter was even anonymously posted on Weibo, causing a burst of wild, mocking laughter.

— Wow, Vaughn Clinic is really ruthless, waiting until all those monsters are in the open to lightly tell them, the Lockwood Family has potion-makers so what, we have them too! Who are they trying to infuriate, hahaha.

— The clinic’s booking group exploded, with a screen filled with "You damn well have potion-makers, why didn’t you say sooner, now that I’ve chosen a side you pull this?" desperate cries of rage, I died laughing.

— The Lockwood Family stirred things up while President Vaughn was away, little did they know even if President Vaughn’s not in The Imperial Capital, her legend still spreads. Look, casually pulling out a friend, and it’s a potion-maker, did the Lockwood Family get shocked?

— Strongly suggest Vaughn Clinic blacklist those flip-floppers, it’s just so disheartening, what if this drives President Vaughn away, and she leaves traditional medicine and runs to the entertainment industry??

— Oh gosh, what you said frightens me, I beg President Vaughn to calm down! If not, just vent on my body!

— Move over upstairs! President Vaughn is mine!!

...

Meanwhile, at the Lockwood Family.

Zachary Lancaster hurried into the living room, quickly arriving in front of the elegant woman seated at the head, putting down the brocade box in his hand.

"Mom, I’ve bought the healing potion."

The woman reclined on the sofa cushion acknowledged with a sound and then opened her eyes, seeing Zachary Lancaster looking worn out, frowned and asked, "What happened to you?"

Zachary Lancaster looked embarrassed, "The Vaughn Clinic was crowded with people; if it weren’t for the bodyguards, the last bottle of potion would have been snatched away."

The actual situation was even more chaotic than Zachary described.

When he stepped out of Vaughn Clinic’s doors, he lost one of his leather shoes.

"Open it." Lucy Lock looked at the brocade box on the table, squinting.

"Alright." Zachary followed the order and opened the brocade box, inside lay a small rounded glass bottle, its jade green liquid gently swaying.

Lucy’s indifferent expression changed, then she sat up straight and picked up the bottle of potion in her hand.

As soon as the cork was popped, a rich medicinal fragrance assaulted the senses.

A flash of shock crossed Lucy’s eyes; having made potions for years, just by smell, she could tell this potion’s purity was at least above ninety percent.

Just not sure of its effectiveness.

"Where is Zane Lancaster?" Lucy Lock stared at the potion for a while, her expression unreadable, then coldly said to Zachary, "Go bring him here."