The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 346 The Muse Inspired My Extraordinary Performance

Upon hearing these words, Adrian gave a slight smile. “Indeed, she hast. changed much.”

“Who would have thought that you are such a skilled artist, Dr. Sutton.”

“Truth be told, I’m not much of an artist. I dabble here and there, but I’ve never had formal training. I guess you could say that it was the muse that inspire my exceptional performance.”

Josiah asked, “How old was she at that time?”

“She was in her sophomore year,” Adrian said. “I happened to visit Harborbrook Medical University when I returned to the country for an exchange that year!

Josiah tilted his head to look at the painting, giving a slight nod. “Does this small path still exist in the medical university now?”

“I’m not sure. You should ask Lysander about it.”

Josiah turned around, looking toward Ivsander, who was in the kitchen trying to make herself less noticeable while watching the kettle boil. “Does it?”

Lysander pointed to her throat, indicating she couldn’t speak.

“Oh, I forgot. Your voice hasn’t recovered yet,

Josiah slowly approached, one hand resting on the bar counter. His fingers grazed her neck nonchalantly. “Does it still hurt?”

Lysander frowned in displeasure.

can’t speak yet, are you able

away. She would have to first familiarize herself with the hospital’s environment and procedures, then get to know

After listening,

for taking

simply sat

rummaged through it, pulling out a syringe and a tetanus injection. “Lysander, I might need your

Lysander nodded.

the water

from the fridge and mixed it with the recently boiled water to create a drinkable lukewarm mixture. She then carried it

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a smile, he accepted it. “Thank

his forehead, then rummaged through ti bag to

half an hour before taking

“Got it.”

antipyretics, took out a pill, and popped it into his mouth. He then took a sip of

ה.

Lysander was making preparations on the

hands with alcohol, then proceeded to unpack the syringe and the tetanus shot.

a gentle push of the syringe’s plunger, the serum began to seep out from the needle

nod, signaling that everything was set and he could proceed with

Adrian rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, all

clean cotton swab on the wound to stop the bleeding. Simultaneously, she covered the used syringe with

swab to his wound, leaning his head back against the couch. “It

typed: Did I press too hard?

just that I haven’t had an intramuscular injection

pointed at the

a while ago. At that moment, he was using his

had stopped bleeding. Only then did she prepare a