CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 79: YOU WANT TO WATCH ME TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES?

The show is almost ending here.

After the three patients left the stage, the host still couldn’t let go and asked Ann Vaughn, "Doctor Vaughn, what you said was so mysterious. Can you clarify for us what illness that lady actually has?"

If this topic gets out, it would definitely attract a lot of attention.

But if Ann Vaughn were to say something wrong, she would face more ridicule and vilification.

"It’s uterine cancer, and the patient is already a month and a half pregnant," Ann Vaughn said, her lips pressing together slightly. She hadn’t said it directly earlier as she was afraid of affecting the patient’s emotions.

Having a subconscious psychological preparation, accepting it by then shouldn’t be too difficult.

Of course, that remains unknown; she just did what she could do at the time.

This final scene was frozen as the end of this live broadcast episode, with the host leaving a mysterious remark — to find out the result, tune in next time.

The number of viewers across major platforms isn’t tallied in real time; we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to know.

Susie Sommers directly skipped the meeting that was coming up, dragging Ann Vaughn and Sawyer Jennings to have hotpot.

She was incredibly curious about how Ann Vaughn managed to do it — diagnose those people without even checking their pulse, and excitedly asked Ann Vaughn to take a look at her too.

As Ann Vaughn ate freshly cooked vegetables, she chuckled slightly, "Susie, I’ve observed that you’ve gained a few pounds around your belly. Are you storing up for winter?"

"You’re awful!" Susie Sommers exclaimed playfully, putting a piece of meat in her bowl and glancing at Sawyer Jennings, who was obediently drinking juice beside her, "Who’s this little guy?"

"He’s the younger brother of my employer; they’re away, so they asked me to take care of him for a few days."

Upon hearing this, Sawyer Jennings pouted, thinking his brother was really unlucky, just another employer in this woman’s eyes — worse off than a small bean sprout like him.

His heart suddenly felt more at ease.

After the hotpot, Susie Sommers dropped Ann Vaughn and Sawyer Jennings back at the clinic, then nodded off towards the TV station, anxiously waiting for tomorrow’s verdict.

Ann Vaughn didn’t really care about the result; after the Jennings Family came over to pick up Sawyer Jennings, she took a stack of research materials and returned to The Water Terrace.

She was busy until nearly midnight, then paused her research, did a simple wash-up, and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of maternity milk powder.

Seeing the small calendar on the table, she suddenly remembered today was Wednesday, yet Cyrus Hawthorne was nowhere to be seen.

Ann Vaughn’s eyes momentarily froze, recalling what he had said at the hospital that day, and thinking he probably wouldn’t come.

It’s also good; for now, she doesn’t quite know how to face him again.

Suddenly, the bright lights overhead went out abruptly, plunging the surroundings into pitch-black darkness.

Ann Vaughn almost spilled hot water on her hand before realizing it; she felt a bit panicked, immediately setting down the cup and groping her way out of the kitchen in the dark.

Just then, a sound came from the entrance.

Accompanied by faint yet exceptionally clear footsteps in the darkness.

In an instant, Ann Vaughn’s body stiffened and froze; her pupils enlarged with impending fear, her breath tightening involuntarily.

In a flash, countless strategies for dealing with a home invasion flooded her mind.

But none of them ensured she could escape unscathed, especially since she was unarmed.

Footsteps approached slowly from behind Ann Vaughn, her teeth pressing tightly to her lips. Without thinking, she grabbed the broom she had just felt and turned around to strike at the person fiercely!

While attacking, she didn’t forget to intimidate the thief before her, "Honey, come out quick! We’ve got a burglar!"

Hardly had she spoken when the broom in her hand was abruptly caught by the person in front of her; her heart had just tightened when she heard that familiar cold voice softly say.

"It’s me."

Ann Vaughn was suddenly so surprised that her mouth opened slightly, the surge of reckless power in her arms quickly dissipated, "How... is it you?"

"Who else did you think it could be?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed slightly, pulling the broom from her hand and tossing it aside, sounding displeased and narrowing his eyes slightly, "Ann Vaughn, you’d better explain to me who that wild man inside is."

"What wild man?" Ann Vaughn hadn’t expected to cause such a huge misunderstanding, her gaze darting aimlessly in the darkness, her voice tinged with a hint of weakness, "I thought you were a thief, just trying to scare you off..."

Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne nearly burst into laughter; his throat moved a few times, ultimately letting out a low chuckle, "The security level at The Water Terrace is five-star; didn’t you check this before you moved in?"

Ann Vaughn didn’t understand why he suddenly laughed, her cheeks blushing deeply, "Well, you came so late — it’s perfectly normal for me to think it was a burglary, isn’t it?"

Silence lingered for a few seconds; Ann Vaughn couldn’t see Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression, biting her lip in slight irritation.

"There was an impromptu cross-national meeting; came here directly afterward. So, it’s still my fault?"

Apparently not expecting him to explain, Ann Vaughn raised her eyes in mild surprise to look at him, despite only seeing the silhouette of his figure.

She couldn’t help but touch her wrist, then hesitantly shifted the topic, "Well, since you just got off work so late, I’m guessing you haven’t had dinner yet, would you like to..."

Go out to eat and then come back.

After all, there wasn’t much food left in the fridge.

Before she finished speaking, Cyrus Hawthorne interrupted, "Hmm, last time’s noodles were quite good."

Ann Vaughn had to swallow her words, but at that moment, the power came back on, and the room brightened again.

She looked at Cyrus Hawthorne before her, clad in a silver-gray suit, with a slightly wrinkled white shirt and traces of fatigue between his handsome brows; her heart, initially intending to toughen up, softened instead.

Never mind, it’s just a bowl of noodles.

"Wait here for a moment," Ann Vaughn said as she entered the kitchen, taking out the remaining noodles and chicken, making a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and serving some side dishes.

Watching Cyrus Hawthorne’s graceful dining posture, Ann Vaughn felt a sudden high-end ambience as if the surroundings had transformed into a five-star restaurant, suppressing the smile tugging at her lips as she turned back to the kitchen to continue brewing medicine.

After Cyrus Hawthorne finished the chicken noodle soup, about half an hour passed, and Ann Vaughn was just done preparing the medicinal bath.

"The temperature should be just right; you can soak now." She tested the temperature, then turned to Cyrus Hawthorne, who was untying his tie nearby.

Cyrus Hawthorne casually loosened two buttons and looked at the not-so-pleasing color of the medicinal bath in front of him and the needle kit placed beside it, his thin lips slightly curving, "Is the medicinal bath and acupuncture done simultaneously?"

"Doing both together will yield better results," Ann Vaughn honestly replied, seeing his seemingly significant expression, confusedly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"You go out first."

"If I leave, how will I do acupuncture?"

Cyrus Hawthorne’s brow subtly lifted, simply looking at her like that, "You mean you want to stay and watch me undress?"