Chapter 527: Chapter 527: Except for His Heart Knot
In the past, they sent the medicine up, repeatedly reminding Cyrus Hawthorne to take it on time, but it never had any effect, even when involving the old man.
Because of this, the old man worried himself into greying a few strands of hair, having tried every method.
But—
No one can persuade someone who is fearless and unafraid of death.
Except for his heart’s knot.
Ann Vaughn is that heart’s knot.
"Uncle Dexter, could you kindly take it up? I have something to do and need to go out for a bit." Ann Vaughn shook her head gently, declined Uncle Dexter’s suggestion, and left the dining room.
Just after she drove out of No. 8, Cyrus Hawthorne stepped out from the elevator, and upon seeing Uncle Dexter carrying the medicine over instead of Ann Vaughn, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Where’s Annie?"
"Miss Vaughn said she had something to attend to and just left." Uncle Dexter responded truthfully.
The light in Cyrus Hawthorne’s long dark eyes suddenly dimmed, like a stormy sea whipped up in an instant, making one fear at a glance.
Actually, Ann Vaughn just found a random excuse to temporarily escape the place where Cyrus Hawthorne was, allowing herself to calm down properly.
Unexpectedly, she bumped into Sutton Jennings’ subordinates who came to No. 8 to seek her out, claiming that Sutton Jennings was in critical condition, urgently requesting her to accompany them to go to Yanmen.
Ann Vaughn had seen these subordinates before on the Isle of Flora, and after hearing their explanation, she followed behind their car to the hospital under the influence of Yanmen.
However, Sutton Jennings’ condition was far more critical than they described.
The bullet was lodged only one centimeter away from his heart, with multiple gunshot wounds on his body, and among them, his right leg was the most severely injured, likely facing amputation.
Ordinary people injured to this extent would have already succumbed on the spot.
But Sutton Jennings was hanging on by sheer willpower, barely clinging to a thread of life.
"Dr. Vaughn!" Waiting outside the operating room were all high-ranking officials of Yanmen, and when Sutton Jennings’ confidant finally brought Ann Vaughn, they hurriedly went up to greet her.
"Let me go in and see the situation first." Ann Vaughn said this, then carried the medical kit through the way cleared by the crowd, heading towards the operating room.
"What a joke! We asked you to find a doctor, and you brought a woman! Are you afraid Lord Shane won’t die quickly enough?!"
A cold taunt rang from the crowd, directly aimed at Ann Vaughn.
Ann Vaughn’s face remained unchanged, with not even the slightest disturbance in her heart, as she walked into the operating room.
She never had an interest in wasting words on those who evaluate a person’s value by gender.
But those who held Ann Vaughn in high regard didn’t think so, and the subordinates who were her ardent fans due to being treated by her surrounded the person who made the provoking remark.
"Dare to blabber about Dr. Vaughn here again, and we’ll sacrifice you to the heavens on the spot!"
"Do you even know who you just insulted? That’s Lord Shane’s beloved! You’re finished, brother."
"What’s wrong with women? What’s wrong with female doctors? How did our Yanmen end up with this kind of male chauvinist among a bunch of seasoned men??"
The provocateur who thought his words would be agreed upon by companions: "..."
All a bunch of appearance fanatics! Cough! Bah!
He simply didn’t believe that something all those doctors found insoluble could be accomplished by a mere flower vase!
Of course, he wasn’t the only one thinking like this, but with things at this stage, letting Ann Vaughn try wouldn’t result in any loss anyway.
About three hours later, the operating room lights finally went out.
The operating room doors opened, and several doctors walked out, shaking their heads and sighing as they removed their masks, their face filled with despair, nearly causing Yanmen’s people to collapse inside.
What do the words Sutton Jennings represent in their underworld?
It’s faith.
If they were to use an accurate term to describe it, he is the invincible war god in their minds.
And gods, do not die.
The faces of the top officials standing at the forefront changed drastically, and then unexpectedly, they knelt straight towards the direction of the operating room.
For a moment, the corridor outside the operating room was filled with people kneeling, each with a grieving face, as though mourning a major loss.
"Sorry to interrupt... even if Brother Shane’s surgery succeeded, you don’t have to be so emotional, right?" Ann Vaughn who just walked out of the operating room, upon seeing this scene, retreated several steps before slowly speaking.
She knew how much Yanmen people admired Sutton Jennings, but to the extent of kneeling due to his escape from danger...
Now that’s truly something unseen before.
A group of men wiping tears with their sleeves: "..."
Who are we, where are we, what did she just say?
Lord Shane... did the surgery succeed?
Didn’t die?!!
A "whoosh" sounded, as all of Yanmen’s people stood up, excitedly surrounding Ann Vaughn.
"Dr. Vaughn, is this true? Lord Shane really didn’t die? You’re not lying to us?"
"Then what did those doctors mean by shaking their heads when they walked out just now?"
With one sentence, the crowd’s hostile glances turned towards those doctors, recalling the misunderstanding earlier, they just wanted to beat up those doctors!
The doctors suddenly felt extremely innocent, "We were simply lamenting due to Dr. Vaughn’s leadership even though she is so young, feeling inadequate, where did your thoughts go?"
"Even our most senior doctor here estimated the surgery’s success rate only at twenty percent, but in Dr. Vaughn’s hands, it climbed by fifty percent."
"Even our previous belief that Mr. Jennings needed amputation was overturned by Miss Vaughn... Speaking of which, Dr. Vaughn, what medicine did you use just now? I’ve never seen it before."
"How did you use needles to protect Mr. Jennings’ cardiac pulse just now? Is there any trick in there?"
The doctors gathered and discussed without results, urgently asking Ann Vaughn about the things they’ve wanted to know since earlier.
If such methods could be applied to future surgeries, it would certainly benefit patients greatly.
Yanmen people: "..." Damn, why did you shake your heads earlier then.
"Dr. Vaughn, thank you for coming to the rescue this time, if you ever need anything, Yanmen is always at your service!" The previously challenging provocateur blushingly bent over, both in gratitude and remorse.
The slap to the face came this quick, like a tornado.
No wonder the brothers looked like they wanted to butcher him and serve him as a dish while he provoked Ann Vaughn earlier.
This is not a flower vase, but clearly a savior!
She saved the entire underworld’s belief.
Seeing the provocateurs now being so conscious, how could others fall behind, and they all expressed gratitude to Ann Vaughn.
Causing Ann Vaughn to feel a bit embarrassed, repeatedly telling them not to be so polite.
Yet, at this moment, a barely noticeable streak of light hidden in the shadows quietly emerged.
Yanmen’s people changed eyes, unanimously shielding Ann Vaughn behind them.
"Bring the person over here." The leading Yanmen higher-up instructed the subordinate with a calm face.