"The kind of dication you ntioned not only can’t change gender, if a pregnant woman takes it, it could possibly result in both the mother and child dying. Besides, the child in your daughter-in-law’s belly might not necessarily be a daughter, it could be a son."
In the past, there were indeed ignorant won who believed in such dicine, thinking it could truly change the fetus’s gender.
But those won who took this dicine either ended up losing both their lives or gave birth to stillborns.
That’s why this prescription was banned many years ago, and no dical practitioner is allowed to learn or use it.
Who knows where this lady found such an ancient book that recorded such harmful things.
After Ann Vaughn finished speaking, the middle-aged woman imdiately stood up with a stern face and cursed loudly: "Bah, The Divine Doctor? I think you’re not even as good as a countryside barefoot doctor, you don’t even recognize such dicine!"
The woman imdiately tugged at the middle-aged woman, whispering to persuade, "Mom, let it go. The Divine Doctor said there is no such dicine, there mustn’t be any."
"What do you know? If it’s written in the ancient books, how can it not exist? I’m telling you, if this pregnancy can’t give us a son, you can just get back to your old ho and don’t bring disaster to our Lynch Family!"
Hearing the middle-aged woman’s words, the woman’s tears fell imdiately, looking completely at a loss.
Since ancient tis, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship is the hardest to handle, and Ann Vaughn herself had experienced it deeply before.
Ann Vaughn watched the scene with furrowed brows and was too lazy to bother with the middle-aged woman acting like she had a royal throne to inherit. She advised the woman, "You might as well go to the hospital for another checkup. I think this pregnancy may not be a daughter."
To avoid disbelief, Ann Vaughn did not speak too definitively.
"Bah!" The middle-aged woman certainly didn’t believe her words, her face full of hostility, "I said Chinese dicine is just feudal dregs and cannot be trusted. You Chinese dicine practitioners should be beaten to death! The hospital results show it’s a daughter, how can the results be false? Pretending to be sothing here!"
"Hey, say that loudly to my lady one more ti if you have the guts?" Sherry imdiately couldn’t stand it, stepping forward and slapping the table fiercely, looking even more nacing than the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman glared at her viciously, not daring to act wild on soone else’s turf, and stord off with the woman in tow.
Sherry couldn’t help but spit at their backs, "What kind of people are they, wanting to change the child’s gender? They dress decently and seem to have a wealthy family background, how can they be so devoid of morals?"
Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but laugh, her bright eyes curving up, "The wealthier the family, the more they care about continuing the family line, right? It’s just this woman is peculiar."
You could say she’s the ultimate peculiarity.
It’s just a pity for that woman, who knows what harm her ignorant and arrogant mother-in-law might cause her.
As Ann Vaughn sighed, Sherry signed for a bouquet of flowers from a staff mber of the flower shop and placed it on her desk, "There’s a flower delivery for you."
"For ?" Ann Vaughn raised her eyebrows in surprise, picked up the card on the bouquet, and saw that it was a thank-you bouquet from a previous patient, "Find a vase to put it in then."
Sherry took the bouquet to do so.
"Sherry, I have a lunch date with Susie Somrs, why don’t you join us?" Ann Vaughn shook her phone at Sherry.
"I’ll pass, I haven’t finished morizing this dical book yet, how can I be lazy like this?"
"Alright then, I’ll bring you so back."
"I can eat by myself, you go eat, eat more, you’re too skinny."
Ann Vaughn replied with a gentle smile, picked up her handbag, and went out.
Watching her leave, Sherry slowly lowered her head, took a slightly yellowed photo out of the dical book she was reading, and murmured to herself.
When Ann Vaughn got downstairs, Susie Somrs hadn’t arrived yet. She glanced at her phone and decided to wait on the other side of the street to save her from having to co around later.
Just then, a sleek, all-black Spyker stopped not far from Ann Vaughn, and the rear window slowly rolled down.
A faint glimpse of a stunningly handso cold face could be seen in the dim light inside the car.
Those deep, intense, narrow eyes were locked onto that slender figure without blinking, carrying a hint of softness.
"Screech—Bang!"
The sudden screeching of the car’s abrupt stop was as uncomfortable as sothing scratching the eardrum.
Although the car stopped quickly, the front end still hit sothing with a dull thud.
"President Hawthorne, this is the company’s first half revenue report, showing an improvent over last year..." Mark Joyce, in the front seat, was reporting business matters and was at a crucial point when he heard a sound seemingly indicating the car had hit soone.
Just as he was about to take a look, he heard the back door being forcefully pushed open as the man stepped out with his long legs, striding towards the scene of the accident.
At the scene of the accident, the red light had not yet turned green.
"What a bad year! Can’t you see cars coming? I think you’re just trying to scam!" The person in the car cursed as they got out, yelling at the person who was knocked down as the car stopped.
Ann Vaughn’s palm was scraped against the rough road surface, her legs were already in so much pain she couldn’t muster any strength, and the stabbing pain surged through her entire body.
So painful!
She endured the shivering pain, barely managing to stick the Golden Needle into her leg’s acupoint, only to be suddenly pushed by soone!
"I’m talking to you, are you deaf? I’m telling you, you ran out and hit my car yourself, take the money and get lost, don’t think about pestering !"
Why does this voice sound so familiar?
Ann Vaughn struggled to lift her head, gritting her teeth hard.
It was that middle-aged woman who kept saying she wanted to change her child’s gender!
How could she be so unlucky?!
Before Ann Vaughn could speak, she suddenly felt her body lighten as she was unexpectedly lifted horizontally.
"If you don’t want to die, get lost." The man’s voice was so icy and fierce it seed to emit thousands of blades, pricking the heart and especially those bloodthirsty narrow eyes, giving a terrifying feeling that even one more look would cause nightmares.
The arrogance of the middle-aged woman was instantly doused like water being poured on a fla, her throat couldn’t even utter a syllable, as if sothing had clamped her neck!
Her legs gave way, and she fell to the ground with a thud, giving a grand salute.
Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t even spare her a glance, holding Ann Vaughn, who was scraped all over, turned around, and got into the black Spyker nearby, giving Mark Joyce quiet instructions.
"Find out the background of that woman just now, you should know what to do."
"I understand, President Hawthorne." Mark Joyce responded respectfully, taking a quick look at the middle-aged woman and retrieving the relevant information from his brain’s database.
The wife of the Lynch Family, notorious for favoring sons over daughters, stuck in old-fashioned thinking, and would go to any length to ensure her daughter-in-law gives birth to a son.
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