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.

you can’t speak yet, are you able to go to

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

After listening,

“Thanks for taking the trouble,

respond; he simply sat down

the coffee table. He rummaged through it, pulling out a syringe and a tetanus injection. “Lysander, I might need

Lysander nodded.

the water

water from the fridge and mixed it with the recently boiled water to create a drinkable lukewarm

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smile, he

ti bag to find the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine for

antipyretic, then wait half an hour before taking

“Got it.”

popped it into his mouth. He then

ה.

was making

the syringe and the tetanus shot. Her movements were professional

gentle push of the syringe’s plunger, the serum

gave him a nod, signaling that everything was

sleeves of his shirt,

medication, and finally pressed a clean cotton swab on the wound to stop the bleeding. Simultaneously, she covered the used syringe with a protective

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

I press too hard? It’s been years since

that I haven’t had

at the wound on

to administe tetanus shot just a while ago. At that moment, he was

wound had stopped bleeding. Only then did she prepare