Ann Vaughn noticed that the professor with the combed-back hair had discerned the secret behind her drug usage and said, "Both Aconite and Qingtong are highly toxic, so the dosage must be extrely precise."
A little too much can kill the user, too little is ineffective.
That’s why Ann Vaughn was extra cautious when preparing the dicine, matching it perfectly, only then it can be used for making the concoction.
The professor’s eyes flashed with a ray of brilliance as he turned to look at Ann Vaughn, "It’s true the young are formidable, worthy of being called The Divine Doctor internationally."
If it were him, he might not dare to bet on the one in ten thousand chance, yet this little girl not only dared to bet but also succeeded, which is the rarest thing.
"You’re too kind." Ann Vaughn smiled lightly, "Although President Chambers’s condition is already under control, it will take a bit more ti to completely cure him."
"That’s inevitable, as long as President Chambers’s high fever and rash haven’t subsided, it indicates the epidemic’s impact is still present, control is only temporary."
Ann Vaughn nodded earnestly, "It won’t take long, three days should be enough."
Upon hearing this, the professors exchanged smiles, and none of them said anything to discourage her.
Due to the possibility of carrying the bacteria of the epidemic upon entering the small building, once spread outside, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Therefore, entry is allowed but no exit for the ti being, Ann Vaughn only learned of this when she was about to leave and felt a bit helpless.
She had to send Cyrus Hawthorne a ssage to inform him of the situation here, telling him not to co to pick her up tonight.
Until the issue is completely resolved, she better stay here and avoid contact with him, lest she accidentally carry the bacteria out, infecting him...
During her break, Ann Vaughn had just closed her eyes to rest when she heard a caregiver knocking on the door.
"Dr. Vaughn, it’s not good, President Chambers has started vomiting and convulsing, his condition is very bad!"
Ann Vaughn imdiately sat up, grabbed her coat, and walked out of the rest room.
After checking President Chambers’s condition, Ann Vaughn’s eyes tensed slightly, "It seems we need to increase the dication dosage."
After saying this, she inserted a few Golden Needles into several major acupoints on President Chambers’s body to calm him down before turning to the kitchen to prepare the dicine.
The professors were still upstairs researching the literature on the mutant Red Rat and Eland, a remote country with frequent outbreaks of the disease.
Ann Vaughn handed the prepared dicine to the caregiver to administer, then joined them in the research.
Several tis the caregiver ca up to report on President Chambers’s condition, Ann Vaughn moved back and forth, recording data, testing fresh blood, extracting toxin analysis...
She hadn’t stopped all night.
It wasn’t until dawn was approaching that Ann Vaughn finally managed to return to the rest room for a brief rest when Kenny’s video call invitation lit up on her phone.
Ann Vaughn opened it and saw Little Dumpling’s cute tender face, and her originally exhausted mood instantly vanished.
"Sweetheart."
"Mommy." Kenny was dressed warmly, standing in the snow like a round ball, his beautiful big eyes filled with satisfaction, "Finally I get to see Mommy!"
After saying this, he spun around happily in the snow.
Upon hearing these words, Ann Vaughn realized Kenny had called her several tis, but she had missed them due to being busy.
Feeling extrely guilty, Ann Vaughn reached out and playfully tapped Little Dumpling’s face on the screen, "I’m sorry, sweetheart, Mommy was treating an uncle infected with the epidemic, was too busy and missed your calls."
Kenny shook his little head, "Kenny doesn’t bla Mommy, Mommy is doing life-saving work, Kenny is proud of Mommy."
Is she really Kenny’s pride...
This sentence was like a fireball thrown into the snow, quickly lting Ann Vaughn’s heart.
"Mua!" Ann Vaughn joyfully blew a kiss to Little Dumpling, "Sweetheart is also Mommy’s little pride, Mommy loves you the most!"
Kenny’s fair face suddenly turned red, and his big eyes shyly dodged, his face buried in the cal-colored scarf, "Wow!"
Mommy said she loved him most!
He is Mommy’s most beloved baby!
Rewarded today, Kenny gleefully closed his phone, no longer chanting like a little Tang Monk beside Uncle Dexter about Cyrus Hawthorne taking his mommy away.
Uncle Dexter: Not happy, wanted to hear the little master chanting.
...
Day and night alternate, the sun and moon exchange places.
Night quietly descends again.
Exhausted after two straight days without resting for more than two hours, Ann Vaughn felt incredibly weary, while recording the changes in President Chambers’s physical data after the last dose and revising the prescription.
Busy as she was, she finally managed to perfect the plague treatnt prescription.
As long as President Chambers’s condition doesn’t deteriorate again after tomorrow, it would be considered successful...
Darkness suddenly surged towards Ann Vaughn like a tide, just as she was walking down a few steps, she felt the world spin before her eyes.
"Dr. Vaughn? Dr. Vaughn? Are you alright? You look terrible." The caregiver hurried to support Ann Vaughn, who almost fell, looking at her worriedly and asked.
"It’s been two days without sleep, how could she be alright? I advised her to rest yesterday, but she just brushed off, saying she would rest, and here she is doing experints till daylight again?"
"Her body isn’t made of iron, such a delicate young girl, how can she be so stubborn?"
"Go rest, it’s an order from your elders! Do you think we old folks are useless?"
Seeing Ann Vaughn’s pale face, the professors were all full of disapproval, in these two days, whether in experints or dical skills, she had given them too many surprises.
Such a precious gem, if sothing were to happen to her, it would be a loss to the public!
Yet she obediently agreed to rest, but her pace was even faster than those old tirs, they truly admired her.
This led to the professors, who usually didn’t get along, finding rare unity.
"Maybe it’s because I haven’t been eating well these past two days..." Ann Vaughn took a mont, feeling her dizziness subside, looking at the professors with concern and seriousness, her heart ward, "Then I’ll leave things to you."
"Go, go, really think we old folks can’t handle it? Rest assured, take a break!" one professor waved his hand.
Ann Vaughn then returned to the rest room, planning to nap a bit before getting up, yet she couldn’t fall asleep.
A vague sense of grievance inexplicably filled her heart, heavy and hard to dispel, no matter how she tossed and turned.
Possibly due to recent erratic routines, Ann Vaughn frequently felt restless, with little appetite even during als.
And at this ti, she unexpectedly found herself thinking... of Cyrus Hawthorne.
Jing-dang.
lodious harp music played from the phone, Ann Vaughn casually picked the phone next to her, slid to answer, "Hello?"
"Why aren’t you asleep yet?" A man’s deep and calm voice ca from the other end.
Suddenly, Ann Vaughn’s eyes turned red, and the grievance she had barely controlled surged again, making her nose feel sore.
She couldn’t help but sniffle a bit, just about to respond, when the man sharply sensed sothing, and his voice instantly beca deep, "You’re crying?"
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