Chapter 443: Chapter 443: Like a Family
If I were to describe precisely what he felt at this moment, it would be like... a person who has been dead for twenty years seems to return to their youthful self, smiling gently at you.
Like dreaming of bygone days, like returning to yesterday.
Amazingly... it is so similar to this extent.
Ian Vaughn gazed at Ann Vaughn in astonishment for a long time, but his good upbringing quickly made him avert his gaze to avoid making her uncomfortable, "Do you need me to do anything?"
Originally, Ann Vaughn could handle these things on her own, but at this moment her mental state wasn’t very good, so she gladly accepted his help.
After explaining clearly the steps he was responsible for to Ian Vaughn, Ann Vaughn discarded the crushed remnants of the medicine, keeping only the essential parts.
She didn’t know if it was just psychological, but even after taking an antidote pill, she still felt a wave of nausea in her stomach.
Thinking about how those people had gone back on their word and wanted to kill her...
A chill ran down Ann Vaughn’s spine, as if she was soaking wet and had fallen into a freezing den, feeling uncomfortable.
The people around Cyrus Hawthorne... what kind of people are they really?
While pondering, Ann Vaughn’s mind involuntarily conjured the image of that woman gently feeding Cyrus Hawthorne medicine, instantly feeling like her brain was going to explode.
Annoying.
Stop thinking about it!
While Ian Vaughn was handling the herbs, he saw Ann Vaughn pounding the mortar so vigorously that it seemed like venting frustration, his eyes flowed with an unconscious warmth.
This lively spirit in her was something his sister didn’t have.
Ann Vaughn didn’t expect that with Ian Vaughn’s help, the antidote pills were made faster than she initially thought, saving her quite a bit of effort.
"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself earlier." After Ann handed the antidote pills to the person in charge, Ian Vaughn remembered this point and extended his left hand towards her, "My name is Ian Vaughn, I’m a professor of pathogen biology at S University."
He’s actually a professor?
Previously mistaking him for a volunteer, Ann Vaughn felt a bit awkward, reached out to shake his hand, "Hello, my name is Ann Vaughn, I’m a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Ann Vaughn?" Ian Vaughn smiled, looking at her with a gaze as if he was reminiscing about something, "We share the same surname, it sounds like... family."
If someone else said this, Ann Vaughn might roll her eyes and mutter that this pickup line was outdated.
But coming from Ian Vaughn, it gave her a feeling of... it indeed seemed that way.
Maybe five hundred years ago we were family, who knows?
Soon, Ann Vaughn received a call informing her that the patient who has been on herbal medication the longest had completely recovered and could be transferred to a general ward.
Ann Vaughn’s face lit up with joy, her bright eyes filled with genuine happiness, "That’s really great."
Previously, she was worried that the plague might mutate again, meaning the prescription would have to be overturned and researched anew, wasting more time.
But lives can’t wait.
Fortunately, the shadow of death hanging over Eland was finally about to disappear.
Just as Ann Vaughn thought, the plague virus in the patients at the emergency center was completely expelled from their bodies after seven days, but their injuries needed slow recuperation.
All recovering patients were transferred to hospitals for further treatment.
Similar to this, the dreadful black-reddish waters of Spring of Life also gradually returned to their original appearance, once again becoming as gracefully striking as emerald, offering new hope.
Just when Ann Vaughn thought she could catch her breath, she received an invitation delivered by Shrek, inviting her to the celebration party at The Presidential Palace tomorrow night.
Ann Vaughn, who hadn’t brought a gown for this trip, was in a dilemma, and just as she was about to refuse Shrek, she heard Ian Vaughn’s voice from behind, "I also didn’t bring formal wear, want to go out to buy together?"
"Sure." Ann Vaughn nodded, accepted the invitation from Shrek, and left the hospital with Ian Vaughn.
After buying dresses from the store, Ann Vaughn conveniently stopped by the ice cream shop next door to buy two ice creams, handing one to Ian Vaughn, still feeling somewhat nervous, "The residents here are way too enthusiastic."
They insisted on not accepting her money and kept piling the ice cream scoops layer by layer. If she hadn’t stopped them, they might have filled her cone from the whole ice cream machine.
Ian Vaughn naturally accepted the ice cream she handed over, smiling, "It’s because they’re grateful to you."
"Grateful to me? They don’t know me." Ann Vaughn took a bite of the top ice cream scoop, its sweet tropical fruit aroma was icy and soft.
"How could they not know?" Ian Vaughn pointed towards the screen on the nearby commercial building, "Look."
Ann Vaughn looked towards where he pointed, seeing her photo unexpectedly displayed there.
Below, videos of her busily working in the hospital over the past few days were being played...
"Cough, cough, cough!" Ann Vaughn almost choked, wheezing and tearing up from the corners of her eyes, feeling a sense of helplessness, "Who filmed this?"
She hadn’t noticed any cameras filming nearby, and the footage was so... realistic!
"The poster and footage went up yesterday, now almost every resident in Eland knows you." Ian Vaughn’s smile deepened.
Ann Vaughn had complex feelings for a few seconds, now understanding why the shop assistant in the dress store was so enthusiastic, even following her into the fitting room and gifting her many accessories...
It’s not that she disliked their actions, but it inevitably caused some awkward shyness.
Easily reminded her of those days back on the Isle of Flora.
Ann Vaughn was briefly dazed, not even noticing the car behind suddenly veering off track and heading straight towards her!
"Watch out!" Ian Vaughn sharply sensed something wrong, instinctively grabbing Ann Vaughn’s arm and pulling her aside!
Clap.
Ann Vaughn and Ian Vaughn brushed against the car’s edge, accidentally falling to the ground as the car halted by the roadside.
"Are you okay?" Bearing the pain from scrapes on her knees and ankles, Ann Vaughn quickly pushed herself up, looking at Ian Vaughn who was underneath her.
If he hadn’t cushioned her below just now, she’d be in big trouble.
Ian Vaughn shook his head slightly and stood up neatly, indicating he was fine, but seeing the injuries on her slender legs, he was about to speak, when he heard her exclamation.
"My ice cream!" Just as the fear of almost being hit arose, Ann Vaughn noticed her ice cream had become a puddle of "corpse," feeling heartbroken.
She had only eaten three bites! Just three!
Ian Vaughn almost laughed in exasperation, wondering whose clueless young girl this was, not lamenting her leg injuries, but instead mourning over an ice cream? Hasn’t she ever had ice cream before?