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

right away. She would have to first familiarize herself with the hospital’s environment and

After listening,

said softly, “Thanks for taking the

he simply sat

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

Lysander nodded.

the water had started to

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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smile, he accepted

once again touched his forehead, then rummaged through ti

antipyretic, then wait half an hour before taking the

“Got it.”

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

ה.

was making preparations on

with alcohol, then proceeded to unpack the syringe and the tetanus

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

everything was set and he

her intention, Adrian rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, all the way to his

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

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

typed: Did I press too hard? It’s been years since I’ve given an

fault. It’s just that I haven’t had an

the wound on his

right arm, and she had specifically chosen his uninjured left arm to administe tetanus shot just a while ago. At that moment, he

noting that the injection wound had stopped bleeding. Only then did she prepare a fresh alcohol swab. Squatting in front of the couch, she proceeded to treat the injury on