Norn never expected that the most difficult Kressiel would agree to be treated, but the apparently easiest Ann Vaughn would make them wait for a month later.
They couldn’t wait until then.
"Doctor Aquarelle is internationally renowned; could it be she fears she can’t cure our Miss, and thus chickened out?"
"Today, you really have to co with us, otherwise the things we brought aren’t just for show."
"How noble is our Miss’s status? It’s your honor to serve her!"
Just as Norn finished speaking, the three foreign bodyguards behind him started threatening Ann Vaughn, who was considering, in fluent foreign language.
It imdiately extinguished the soft spot in her heart that had just arisen.
Seeing Ann Vaughn’s expression turn cold, Norn thought ’not good’, turned and knocked each of the three on the head hard, reprimanding them coldly, "Apologize to Miss Vaughn!"
Miss was absolutely right; these brutes with developed limbs and simple minds!
Always causing trouble!
The bodyguards, wary of Norn, although unwilling, still apologized to Ann Vaughn one by one.
Ann Vaughn pulled her lips into a light smile, her bright eyes showing no emotion, not accepting their apology, "Mr. Norn, co back after the appointnt queue ends."
With that said, she turned and went into the laboratory.
Norn sighed, frowning as he led the three bodyguards out of Vaughn Clinic, "Explain the situation to Miss when we return. Whatever punishnt you receive, it’s deserved."
The bodyguards didn’t understand, roughly rebutting, "We did it for Miss!"
"But you offended the Princess of Gothasen." Norn said calmly, "With her ans, even Miss can’t save you."
The bodyguards’ expressions changed rapidly, fear, terror, and despair flashing in their eyes.
These strong n who usually don’t shed tears even when bleeding during training were already trembling in fear, just hearing the na.
No specific na needed, as the whole of Gothasen had only one person with such power.
anwhile, Kressiel, drinking alone in her hotel room, directly belched when hearing Norn describe the situation over the phone.
"You didn’t tell her my identity?" Kressiel stood up from the floor, brushing her long hair over her shoulder, asking incredulously.
But after the question, Kressiel suddenly rembered Ann Vaughn’s identity wasn’t lesser than hers, "...Forget I asked. Since she insists on an appointnt, go help schedule one."
"Miss, we can’t afford to wait so long."
"Think a bit; the queue must be lined up, but she didn’t say we couldn’t cut in. Handle this."
Her identity doesn’t work with Ann Vaughn, but that doesn’t an it wouldn’t with others.
"Alright, Miss."
Norn, as Kressiel’s most capable assistant, would naturally be unfit without extraordinary skills.
Within half a day, he managed to negotiate with the guests ahead in the queue.
Brazenly cut in line to the first position.
Ann Vaughn: "..."
She couldn’t help but doubt if Kressiel’s deceived, betrayed deanor in the cafe was rely to fool her.
Inside the hotel room.
Just as Ann Vaughn entered, all the female bodyguards inside left the room one by one, leaving only her, Kressiel, and Norn.
"Let see your wound first." With a light sigh, Ann Vaughn put the dicine box on the table, saying to Kressiel.
Kressiel had Norn take away the wine bottles, then walked to Ann Vaughn, asking curiously, "You clearly didn’t want to co here, why did you agree?"
The clinic was Ann Vaughn’s; she could refuse treatnt even if the appointnt ca up, couldn’t she?
Ann Vaughn lightly smiled, "I’m satisfied with the remuneration; no one conflicts with money."
This was one reason.
The second, not wanting ties with the foreign domain doesn’t an she should hide and avoid it.
Escape doesn’t solve fear.
Kressiel was choked by her words, not knowing what to say, hesitating for a while before slowly removing her mask and sunglasses.
Though she ntally prepared herself beforehand, when it was truly ti to expose her face to outsiders.
She couldn’t help her fingers trembling, completing simple actions with difficulty.
Ann Vaughn didn’t rush her, quietly watching her remove her mask and sunglasses, revealing the intertwined burn scars on her deeply burned face.
And the sowhat poor skin condition, seemingly from long-term exposure to the sun.
The only place revealing her remarkable features was her light green large eyes and high nose, but beauty was severely undermined by the deep red scars.
Since the fire disaster, Kressiel hadn’t shown her face to anyone except doctors and parents.
Not even Norn had seen it.
She feared being seen as a monster, and more afraid of seeing shock, disdain, disgust in others’ eyes.
Kressiel suppressed the few traces of humiliation spreading in her heart, keeping her head down, not looking at Ann Vaughn’s expression.
Surely knew it was saturated with ridicule and disgust.
She was so beautiful; how could she possibly understand her thoughts?
"Sit down, I’ll check your pulse first." Ann Vaughn withdrew her gaze from Kressiel’s burn scars, speaking.
Kressiel kept her head low, retreating to sit on the sofa.
Ann Vaughn guessed she might not know what pulse checking ant, so she took hold of one of her wrists, placing it on her pulse to carefully examine.
As she thought.
"Your symptoms during windy weather aren’t due to pollen allergies; they’re aftereffects of burns, with excessive internal heat and blood congesting in the body without clearance."
"Hence the occasional unexplained coughing of blood, and clothes stained with blood is due to blocked acupoints from prolonged lack of treatnt."
A string of unfamiliar terms made Kressiel’s eyes narrow to slits, "What with...what?"
Not expecting her to understand, Ann Vaughn directly said, "Just treating skin burns alone is ineffective; internal balance and external treatnt must be equally attended."
"...I’ll follow your advice." Kressiel lifted her head, straightforwardly saying.
Suddenly recalling sothing, she quickly lowered her head again.
She hid her inferior and sensitive emotions well, but Ann Vaughn still noticed them.
Ann Vaughn didn’t say much more, took out dicine packs from the box, asked Kressiel where the bathroom was, then went in to make so preparations before letting her co in too.
"Can soaking in a bath cure illnesses?" Kressiel asked doubtfully, lying in the bathtub, feeling sowhat alard by the erald green water color.
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