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 you able to go to

for her, “She won’t be 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 I would be there

After listening,

softly, “Thanks for taking

he simply sat down on the

on the coffee table. He rummaged through it, pulling out a syringe and a

Lysander nodded.

water had started to

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

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a smile, he accepted

rummaged through ti bag

antipyretic, then wait half an hour before

“Got it.”

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

ה.

Lysander was making preparations on

first disinfected her hands with alcohol, then proceeded to unpack the syringe and the tetanus shot. Her

the serum began to seep

signaling that everything was set

up the sleeves of his shirt, all the way

methodically applied disinfectant with an alcohol swab, injected the medication, and finally pressed a clean cotton swab on the wound to stop the bleeding. Simultaneously, she covered the used syringe with a protective cap before discarding it into the

cotton swab to his wound, leaning his head back

at him, then typed: Did I press too hard? It’s been years since I’ve given

It’s just that I haven’t had an intramuscular injection in

at the wound

tetanus shot just a while ago. At that moment, he was using his right hand to press

noting that the injection wound had stopped bleeding. Only then did she prepare a fresh alcohol swab. Squatting in front of the