"They were just like the other guests; they were fine a moment ago and suddenly started foaming at the mouth and passed out..." The waiter was so flustered that he couldn’t speak coherently, leaving everyone confused. Ann Vaughn caught the crucial information in his words and immediately asked, "What happened to the other guests? Did they suffer from food poisoning too?" The waiter nodded vigorously and told her everything he knew. Since this morning, nearly two hundred guests on the cruise ship have shown symptoms of suspected poisoning, and the source of the toxin is still under investigation. The infirmary on the cruise ship is insufficient to handle so many poisoned guests at once, so the cruise line has contacted hospitals to prepare to transport these guests for treatment once they dock. "Go get some drinking water, quickly." After saying this, Ann Vaughn got up and ran back to the room. "Okay, sure." The waiter hurriedly followed her instructions and brought back a few bottles of mineral water. Soon, she returned with a medical kit, pinched one person’s face, stuffed an antidote pill into his mouth, and poured mineral water to help him swallow it. Ann Vaughn went to another person and repeated the process. Before long, the two pale-faced female guests woke up, still experiencing intense stomach cramps and a strong urge to vomit. "The toxins in your body are quite significant, it will take some time to detoxify. During this period, drink plenty of water to flush out the toxins," Ann Vaughn instructed them as she returned the medicine bottle to the medical kit. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 The two female guests mumbled without responding, clearly still not recovered. Ann Vaughn stood up, turned to the waiter and said, "Take me to see the situation." The waiter was surprised, but upon hearing this, he quickly nodded, "Sure, please follow me." The scene was far more tragic than the waiter had described. All the poisoned guests had been gathered on the fifth floor, while security personnel were checking for toxin reactions on other floors without any leads so far. The infirmary’s medication was running low, and the cruise was still six or seven hours away from docking, causing the guests to feel faint upon hearing the news. The reactions from the poisoning left them too weak to cause a commotion, but the limpness and stomach cramps constantly plunged them into panic. Ann Vaughn followed the waiter to the fifth floor, seeing a hall filled with poisoned guests, most of them barely clinging to life. Since the symptoms only appeared this morning, it meant... They were poisoned last night. Ann Vaughn recalled the dishes that tested positive for poison the previous night, her brows furrowing, nearly falling into the trap herself. The antidote she brought was limited, with only a few dozen doses, insufficient to save so many people. Acupuncture detoxification takes too long, and those deeply poisoned may not be able to wait. But how could there be traditional Chinese medicine on a foreign cruise ship... Deep in thought, Ann Vaughn said to the waiter, "Can you help me gather the children and severely poisoned guests together? We’ll save them first." The waiter immediately communicated the situation to the security personnel, instructing them to follow Annie’s directions. At first, they wanted to verify whether Ann Vaughn was a licensed doctor and not acting recklessly. Upon hearing, "I am Aquarelle Vaughn," all doubts dissipated, replaced by delight. They had been searching for Aquarelle Vaughn since the incident occurred, but had not managed to find her, only to meet her here unexpectedly. The antidote’s effects were quick; the mildly poisoned woke up faster, but those severely poisoned remained unconscious, though their convulsions lessened significantly. Seeing this, the guests, lying weakly awaiting treatment, immediately brightened, using their last bit of strength to rush over. "Shit! If you don’t save me, I’ll die! Just give me whatever medicine you have, I’ll pay anything!" "We’re poisoned too! When will it be our turn for treatment?!" "I don’t want to die, please save me, I don’t want to die—" The once dead silent hall quickly turned chaotic, but fortunately, security personnel maintained order, and with Hidden Guard by Ann Vaughn’s side, no one could get close to her. The more they were hindered, the more desperately those with a knife hanging over their heads tried to charge forward, seeking a lifeline. At this moment, a loud bang echoed from above! Everyone was silenced by the gunshot, and the scene turned quiet for a moment. Ann Vaughn looked up and saw two black-clothed bodyguards rudely pushing people aside, escorting Austin and Eames over. Their lips were purplish, faces unusually flushed, veins bulging, barely holding on. Austin pointed a gun at Ann Vaughn’s head, eyes bloodshot, saying, "Give me the medicine if you don’t want to die!" When driven by death, people will do anything. If Ann Vaughn refused to hand over the medicine, Austin might very well kill her to get it. Ann Vaughn’s face tightened, fingers clutching the medicine bottle gradually tensing, with only one antidote left. "Your poisoning isn’t severe; there are more critical patients here needing the antidote. She’s not even eight years old..." "Cut the crap!" Austin forcefully tugged at his collar, chambered a round, finger on the trigger, "Are you giving it or not?!" Ann Vaughn’s eyes chilled, fingers secretly gripping a Golden Needle. Suddenly, Austin inexplicably froze in place. Those around him let out a cry, "Ah—" The next second, Austin’s eyes widened, about to burst, as he fell to the ground! Blood from a wound on the back of his head seeped continuously, terrifyingly so. Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes slightly widened, turning her head in a certain direction, a familiar figure filling her with relief. She lowered her head, administering the antidote to the little girl. Eames, standing behind Austin, looked terrible, his gaze dark as he glanced at the medicine bottle in Ann Vaughn’s hand, holding back. At this moment, at the hall’s entrance. Carson watched with amusement at what had transpired, silently retracting his hand, which was ready to draw a gun. Having a gun pointed at her head yet remaining composed, even seizing opportunities to counterattack... This woman truly was becoming more interesting. More poisoned individuals were sent to the fifth floor, everyone hoping to dock soon and receive hospital treatment. But spring weather is notoriously changeable, and a storm rolled in out of nowhere after the sky had been clear. Rainy weather greatly affects sailing, especially during thunder and lightning. A deathly gloomy atmosphere enveloped the entire fifth floor, dragging Ann Vaughn into a heavy mood.