CHAPTER 914: CHAPTER 914: SHE SEEMS TO HAVE SUCCEEDED?

After returning to the apartment, Ann Vaughn began trying to make a potion following the steps in the medical book.

Listening to Sherry’s fantastical stories, she couldn’t help but be incredibly curious.

——Just how difficult is pharmaceutical making, for there to be only three pharmacists so far?

It’s supposed to be really difficult, after all, this is an industry purely dependent on luck, not everyone can become the Luck Lord.

Two hours later.

Ann Vaughn looked at the emerald liquid in the glass tube in front of her, took a small sip, and then fell into silence.

No one might believe it if she said it out loud.

She seemed to have succeeded??

"A blind cat running into a dead mouse?" Ann Vaughn mumbled while massaging her aching left hand and flipping open the medical book to confirm.

The potion had a slightly bright color without sediment, smooth to the taste, and no obvious grainy texture, indicating a decent quality.

Next, she just needed to wait, wait for the potion to take effect, and only then based on the potency, could she judge the quality of the potion.

Ann Vaughn made the most basic restorative potion, which required fewer ingredients and a relatively simple preparation method, usually done by a pharmacist in about ten minutes.

But since her right hand was injured, she could only use her left hand to operate, so it took more time.

While waiting for the potion to take effect, Ann Vaughn took out her not-so-smart broken phone, after all, idle time is idle time, so she searched for "Howard Yates."

When there are no information channels, Baidu is the best choice :).

There was plenty of news online about Howard Yates.

Less than a month after leaving the Hawthorne family, Howard Yates’s company declared bankruptcy, with a billion-dollar debt, even after selling properties, unable to clear the debt, so he fled abroad overnight.

But unfortunately, before he left the country, he was captured by the police.

Now he is enjoying a twenty-year luxury prison tour package at the largest detention center in The Imperial Capital... pfft, reform through labor plan.

Howard Yates’s only daughter, Miyi Yates, was sentenced to life imprisonment for heinous crimes such as intentional homicide and smuggling artifacts...

After reading this, four words appeared in Ann Vaughn’s mind.

Reap what you sow.

"Ding dong ding dong!"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang urgently.

Ann Vaughn snapped out of her thoughts, put down her phone, and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Ann Vaughn was startled by the scene in front of her.

Ron Warren stood there with a cactus pot on his head, pot shards and soil tangled in his long hair, bright red blood dripping down his forehead, making his skin look even paler.

He was holding a drawing board, but the paper was stained with blood, making the entire painting a mess.

Ann Vaughn stared at him in astonishment for a few moments, her gaze finally resting on the cactus on his head, feeling it looked familiar.

"It fell from your balcony, didn’t it?" Before Ann Vaughn could speak, Ron Warren took a deep breath and asked.

"Ah?!" Ann Vaughn’s heart tightened, quickly saying, "Hold on!"

With that, Ann Vaughn turned and ran to the balcony to check if the cactus pot she had bought the day before was still there.

Obviously, one was missing.

Ann Vaughn almost gasped, she had always been afraid of things falling from high places, so she tried not to keep anything near windows or balconies.

Those cactus pots were all on the balcony floor, logically they shouldn’t have fallen.

But now, one of her cactus pots was indeed gone...

It’s doomsday for her!

Ann Vaughn ran back to the door with a guilty conscience, only to find Ron Warren had collapsed on the ground, the cactus pot falling off next to him, looking particularly pitiful.

Ann Vaughn: !!!

Ann Vaughn immediately grabbed her phone to call an ambulance, and after hanging up, she was about to head out when she caught a glimpse of the leftover restorative potion on the table...

...

First Hospital.

"The MRI results show the patient only suffered a slight concussion, but to be safe, it’s recommended that he stays under observation for two days," the doctor said to Ann Vaughn, holding the examination slip.

"Doctor, the injury on his head was caused by a flower pot falling from a height, not just a regular knock, could this result be a mistake?"

It wasn’t that Ann Vaughn hoped Ron’s injury was serious, but this just didn’t make sense.

A simple egg falling from a height could result in instant death upon striking someone, let alone a flower pot?

At Ann Vaughn’s insistence, the doctor conducted another head examination on Ron Warren.

The results were the same.

As unbelievable as it was, Ann Vaughn had no choice but to believe this result, attributing it to the poor quality of the pot being why it didn’t cause fatal harm.

As for whether the restorative potion she gave Ron had any effect, Ann Vaughn didn’t dare to draw conclusions recklessly.

Ron Warren soon woke up. Apart from bandages wrapped around his head and his extremely pale complexion, there were no other noticeable abnormalities.

His expression was very calm, even calmer than when he consumed a bag of snacks and three bottles of milk from Ann Vaughn.

The guilt surged in Ann Vaughn’s heart immediately, and she stepped forward to apologize to him.

"It’s entirely my negligence that caused you such harm, I’m really, really sorry."

"If an apology sufficed, what would we need the police for?" Ron Warren turned to look at her, his eyes narrowing, "You’ve ruined the painting I was going to enter into a competition, and caused me this injury, do you think just saying sorry will soothe my anger?"

Of course, Ann Vaughn didn’t think that, being this injured, it was normal for Ron to be upset, so she didn’t argue.

"What should I do for you to forgive me?" she asked.

Ron Warren lowered his eyes, seemingly pondering.

After a while, he spoke: "Considering you’ve helped me before, I won’t make things difficult for you."

Ann Vaughn was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard Ron Warren continue:

"You’ve cost me the chance to enter the finals, so, from now on, submit one painting to me every week, it must be painted by hand. Once your paintings please me, I’ll forgive you."

Ann Vaughn was taken aback and subconsciously touched her injured right hand, feeling some difficulty, "Can I ask for another way..."

She couldn’t even hold a pen steadily right now, let alone paint.

There was a trace of sharpness in Ron Warren’s eyes, "This is already the most compromising condition I’ve given you, considering you’ve helped me."

Ann Vaughn knew that Ron Warren’s terms were quite lenient, requiring nothing more than some time.

Though this was true for ordinary people.

And he wasn’t aware of her right hand injury, so it wasn’t as if he said this to trouble her intentionally.

Moreover, his head was injured by her potted plant, yet he could still speak to her so calmly... it was already very commendable.

"I understand, I will do my best to paint."

Ron Warren’s expression finally softened significantly.

...

To make up for Ron Warren, Ann Vaughn specially went to buy a fish head soup with Gastrodia to bring over.

Who knew, when she entered the hospital room again, Ron Warren was nowhere to be seen?