Old Master Church chuckled warmly, paused for a moment, and without any assistance, stood up directly, showing no signs of the near-critical state he was in just moments ago.
The crowd, initially eager to see Ann Vaughn’s antics, thinking this girl was overestimating herself and courting death, exchanged puzzled glances, unable to understand what she had done to bring such an unexpected recovery to Old Master Church.
"Old Master Church, you must go to the hospital. You have no idea how dangerous the situation was just now," the elite man advised with a bitter expression, unsure whether this recovery was real or just temporary.
He was not convinced that a few needles could have such a powerful effect.
"Sir, although your condition has been temporarily controlled, for the long-term, it would be safer to go to the hospital for further examination and treatment." Ann Vaughn exhaled lightly and stood up to speak to Old Master Church.
Although she was confident that as long as Old Master Church maintained a normal routine and diet, the illness would not recur for a long time.
However, it was certain that this assistant would not believe such a preposterous claim.
"Young lady, I see that at such a young age, you have such remarkable skills, which suggests you will achieve great things in the future." Old Master Church smiled warmly at Ann Vaughn, smoothing his white beard.
Although he was previously disoriented, he was clear about who had saved him.
If this young girl hadn’t insisted on saving him, he might not have made it through this time.
"This is just a token from Grandpa. If you face any difficulties, feel free to come to me, dear child." Old Master Church took out a jade pendant from his coat pocket and handed it to Ann Vaughn.
If someone else had said this, people might have dismissed it with a laugh.
But it was Old Master Church who spoke these words, a national treasure-level master of traditional Chinese painting, who brought countless honors to the country, with paintings worth a fortune, and even more so now that he no longer painted.
The gaze of the crowd on Ann Vaughn had changed instantly. With Old Master Church’s protection, they would avoid offending her in the future.
Ann Vaughn did not refuse; treating patients was part of her services after all. She accepted Old Master Church’s jade pendant with grace, saying, "Thank you, Grandpa Church. If you experience any discomfort in the future, I’m at the Vaughn Clinic on Maple Leaf Avenue. I’ll give you a 20% discount."
"Hahaha, good, Grandpa will remember that." Old Master Church, unexpected by Ann Vaughn’s words, beamed with joy.
Not long after, Old Master Church was escorted downstairs by bodyguards, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.
Only the elite man named Yuri stayed behind, claiming that Old Master Church had instructed him to take Ann Vaughn home.
Ann Vaughn knew this person wanted to say something to her, so she did not refuse and left with him.
Shortly after she left, the manager emerged from behind the potted plant, stroking his chin, "No wonder the boss didn’t let me intervene and stop it. This Ann Vaughn is truly not to be underestimated."
"We’re here." Martin Eustace stopped the car at the entrance of The Hawthorne Residence, and with a stern face, said to Ann Vaughn, "Miss Vaughn, your medical skills may indeed be impressive, but allow me to advise you, do not interfere with Old Master Church’s condition anymore. A slight mistake and you can’t afford the consequences. That’s my advice."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn’s lips twitched slightly. Unfazed by these threatening words, she got out of the car with her bag, walked through the gate, and approached the villa.
But no matter how she tried, the keypad lock beside the door repeatedly indicated her password was incorrect.
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