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

would have to first familiarize herself with the hospital’s environment and

After listening,

softly, “Thanks for taking the trouble, Dr.

simply sat down

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

Lysander nodded.

the water had started

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

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smile, he accepted it.

forehead, then rummaged through ti bag to find the

then wait half an hour before taking the

“Got it.”

pill, and popped it into

ה.

Lysander was making preparations

unpack the syringe and the tetanus shot.

the serum

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

the sleeves of his shirt, all the way to

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 trash

pressed a cotton swab to his wound, leaning his head

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

not your fault. It’s just that I haven’t had an intramuscular injection

pointed at the wound

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

had stopped bleeding. Only then did she prepare a fresh alcohol swab.