Chapter 544: Chapter 544: So I’m the Guinea Pig
The health of an heir is indeed crucial to a family heritage company.
But now Keith Crawford is not only alive but seems to be in great health, as if he had never suffered at all—
Could it be that they have seen a ghost?!
"Chairman Crawford, it seems that Little Keith is in good spirits; his condition must have greatly improved, right?" President Pierce of the Medical Association approached the Crawford father and son, expressing his warm concern.
He had a good relationship with the Crawford Family and had brought many doctors to visit when Keith Crawford was ill, but unfortunately, it was already late-stage, and no remedies could help.
Therefore, seeing the vibrant Keith Crawford standing here today, President Pierce was the most surprised.
"Thanks to your concern, Little Keith has fully recovered. In a few days, he won’t even need to take medicine anymore." Chairman Crawford was evidently joyful.
"Uncle Pierce." Keith Crawford followed up with a polite greeting.
"How is this possible?!" President Pierce couldn’t hide his astonishment, blurting out the words before realizing it might be inappropriate, he quickly corrected himself: "No, it’s not that I don’t hope for Keith’s recovery, but this is..."
Cancer at a late stage is widely known to be akin to having one foot in the grave.
That was Keith Crawford’s condition at the time.
Chairman Crawford was brimming with happiness: "I understand this. It’s all thanks to the help of a distinguished individual; our Little Keith survived a great ordeal, and surely there are blessings to come."
It’s imaginable how much of a sensation this will cause once they leave tonight.
And the unfavorable rumors against the Crawford Family will likely become advantageous soon.
"Chairman Crawford, you’ve said so much, who exactly is this distinguished doctor whose skills are so marvelous?"
"Is he from The Imperial Capital, or another province? Could you introduce us?"
"Even a contact would be great; we can reach out ourselves!"
In just a moment, the Crawford father and son were surrounded by people incessantly questioning them.
Even those who previously distanced themselves from the Crawford Family due to rumors of their downfall eagerly crowded around.
How could they not be anxious?
A doctor who can even cure cancer is no ordinary doctor, is he?
Now it’s uncertain, but if any illness arises in the future, knowing this doctor would be like having multiple lives!
The wealthier a person is, the more they treasure their life, a reality vividly displayed at the event.
No one believed this was a facade created by the Crawford Family to dispel the rumors of an heir’s demise.
Those present were all people who could reach high positions of authority and certainly were not foolish.
Keith Crawford was a bit overwhelmed by all the questioning and was about to make an excuse to slip away when he suddenly caught sight of a delicate figure not far away and his eyes lit up!
At that moment, Ann Vaughn was sitting in the lounge area having a snack; she hadn’t had dinner and was long hungry.
But before she could take a few bites, someone had come again.
"Dr. Vaughn!" The Little Young Master Crawford’s voice, nervous yet excited, traveled quickly from far to near, reaching Ann Vaughn, as Chairman Crawford finally disentangled himself from the crowd a step slower.
Ann Vaughn chewed the vanilla pudding in her mouth and looked up at the person coming, "It’s you."
After saying that, she glanced over Keith Crawford’s complexion a few times, nodding slightly: "The illness has been eradicated, and no side effects remain; you can stop taking the medicine. However, you need to keep up with the nutrition and rehabilitation."
Before Keith Crawford could speak, Chairman Crawford came up, "What you said is true, Dr. Vaughn, it’s all thanks to you that Little Keith is recovering so fast. I wonder if we could trouble you to prescribe a regimen for his recuperation?"
"Of course, do you have paper and pen?"
"Yes, yes, we have!" This time Keith Crawford didn’t let Chairman Crawford steal the conversation, pulling out his checkbook and pen, somewhat sheepishly, "Please, make do with this."
Ann Vaughn looked at the thick checkbook in her hand: "..."
Where did this simpleton from the landlord’s family come from?
Ultimately, Ann Vaughn didn’t use Keith Crawford’s checkbook and instead asked a server for a piece of blank paper, writing a prescription to strengthen and replenish the constitution and handed it to Chairman Crawford.
Chairman Crawford received the prescription and at the same time handed Ann Vaughn a check, "This is a small token of appreciation, please accept it."
Of course, the prescription wasn’t free, and Ann Vaughn accepted it without much thought.
Upon seeing the string of zeros following the number on the check, Ann Vaughn wasn’t surprised, calmly putting the check away.
"Is this the doctor who cured Little Keith?" At this moment, President Pierce came over, somewhat incredulously asking Chairman Crawford.
"Indeed, this is the distinguished individual I’ve been telling you about." Chairman Crawford nodded and then introduced to Ann Vaughn, who appeared puzzled, "Dr. Vaughn, you probably have heard of him, this is President Pierce of the Medical Association."
So he’s the President of the Medical Association?
Ann Vaughn knew in advance that the President of the Medical Association would attend this banquet, but she didn’t know who it was.
"Hello." Ann Vaughn greeted President Pierce with equal composure.
"Hello." President Pierce nodded kindly, looking at Ann Vaughn with admiration, "Could you share your insights on overcoming the challenge of lung cancer?"
This was going to be a test for her.
After all, she was exceptionally young, yet every outcome she produced caused quite a stir.
With a slight smile on her red lips, Ann Vaughn started from her initial approach to cancer research and succinctly answered President Pierce’s question.
When she mentioned that she not only conquered lung cancer but developed a drug capable of suppressing all cancer cells,
President Pierce nearly lost his grip on the wine glass in his hand!
In the annals of medical history, this sort of thing seemed utterly impossible!
But Ann Vaughn had done it, overcoming the biases against herbalists and female herbalists, achieving results far beyond the reach of others!
If someone had come to President Pierce with such a tale before, he probably would have been quite angry and disappointed.
The one thing medicine cannot tolerate is impatience; once one rushes, many things that might have been achievable begin to deviate uncontrollably.
But now, with Keith Crawford serving as a highly convincing example, President Pierce found it hard not to believe, increasingly intrigued by the inhibitor.
"Would Dr. Vaughn be interested in joining the Medical Association? Our Medical Association is filled with talent and equipped with comprehensive facilities, having received numerous international awards, surely capable of providing you with a more perfect research environment than you currently have..." President Pierce hinted with a smile, extending an olive branch to Ann Vaughn.
What President Pierce described indeed would be very appealing to a doctor wishing to join the Medical Association.
However, for Ann Vaughn, who had suffered setbacks abroad in medical associations and had her research achievements usurped, it was naturally impossible to step into another pitfall willingly.
Her previous affiliation with The Herbalist Association, naturally, doesn’t count; other than in name, they kept their promise to her by not interfering.
Although the benefits President Pierce promised were quite substantial, if she were to join the Medical Association directed by him as he wanted...