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.

are

consulting patients right away. She would have to first familiarize herself with the hospital’s environment and procedures, then get to know her new colleagues. There’s no need for her to say much, and

After listening,

said softly, “Thanks for taking the

he simply sat down

it, pulling out a

Lysander nodded.

water

water to create a drinkable lukewarm mixture. She then carried it to the living room and handed the water

1/2

he accepted it.

once again touched his forehead, then rummaged through ti

half an hour

“Got it.”

and popped it into his mouth. He then took a sip of warm

ה.

was making preparations

proceeded to unpack the syringe and

the syringe’s plunger, the serum began

gave him a nod, signaling that everything was

the sleeves of his shirt, all

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

a cotton swab to his wound, leaning his head back against the couch. “It hurts quite

I press too hard? It’s been years since I’ve

It’s just that I haven’t had

at the wound on

arm to administe tetanus shot just a while ago. At that moment, he was using his right hand to press a cotton swab te the bleeding.

a moment, Lysander carefully removed the cotton swab, noting that the injection wound had stopped bleeding. Only then did she prepare a fresh alcohol