The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 560 Congenital Uterine Hypoplasia.

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“When you explain the situation to her, remember to be as gentle as possible and provide plenty of reassurances,” Lysander instructed her. “However, the chances of her becoming pregnant are almost non- existent. It’s best not to give her false hope, she emphasized.

Lynn felt somewhat disheartened. “If it were a matter of ovaries or fallopian tubes, we could consider in vitro fertilization. However, her uterus is so underdeveloped that even in vitro fertilization isn’t an option. If it comes to it, she may have to resort to surrogacy abroad…”

“Lynn…” Lysander immediately became serious. “We are doctors. We must remember our role.”

Disheartened, Lynn said. “I understand, Dr. Thorne. I just wanted to share it with you. Rest assured, I won’t utter a word to the patient that I shouldn’t.”

“Okay. I have faith in you, but you must also strive to adjust your mindset promptly. Life is often filled with disappointments. We are doctors, not deities. Our abilities are limited. We do our best to help those we can. If we can’t, it’s not our duty to shoulder all the blame. There are many people in the world who need our professional advice and treatment plans. If you let one patient’s predicament haunt you, how will you save more lives in the future?”

Lysander always shone brightly in her own field of expertise.

Josiah didn’t understand the medical jargon she was using, but just watching her was a pleasing sight to his

eyes.

“But… Well, I’m really having a hard time trying to find the right words.” Lynn tried to prepare what she wanted to say in advance, but she failed. “It’s just too hard.”

Lysander saw her past self in Lynn and comforted her by saying, “You don’t have to worry. Most patients are reasonable and able to accept reality. When I first started working. I also often felt reluctant. However, reality is reality. Dragging things out can actually cause more problems.”

The Ragdoll kitten playfully rolled around in Lysander’s arms, its carefree demeanor causing her to lower her gaze. She gently began to comb through its soft fur.

“For those who love children, not having one is indeed a pity. However, there are many forms of intimate relationships in human life. Adopting a child or even trying to raise a pet could be a great alternative.”

There was an unavoidable hint of melancholy in Lysander’s words.

for the worse when he heard her bring up matters related to children.

assistant, and her tenure as the chief doctor was brief. Inevitably, she found herself emotionally invested in each patient

circumstances.

marital checkup. If her fiancé finds out about this, would he call off the wedding? I feel quite

witnessed similar stories

incapable of having children, the woman would often stand by him unwaveringly, even

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young, and she isn’t really married yet. If the groom–to–be would truly abandon her because of the situation, then it would be better to cut losses in time. There’s no need to get hung up

asked with hope, “Still, Dr. Thorne, could you guide me on what to say to her? Every time I meet her earnest, hopeful gaze, I’m at a loss

“All right, then. Let me check the

her

The patient was indeed very young, so it was no wonder it made Lynn feel more than just regret However, what truly shocked Lysander was the name of the patient.

is planned. There’s hardly a second possibility. Lysander turned her head to look at

hypoplasia? Does this have anything to do with her constant act of playing the innocent and naive? For a moment, Lysander

Lynn thought Lysander was deep in thought. Even

noticed her gaze, rose from the couch, and walked over to ask, “What’s wrong? Is

he subconsciously drifted his gaze toward the computer

display. With a rather strong reaction, she stood up and said, “This is confidential patient information.

Ragdoll kitten got startled and, in a swift motion,

her head, her long hair naturally fell

pushing the scattered files back

them was minimal, and the room was silent. Every word and movement from just moments ago had been transmitted to

no doubts about her hearing, and she asked in surprise, “Dr. Thorne, is there someone else with you? That voice… Is your ex–husband, that sc*m, there with you? Did

dealing with some work outside, and there are

and uncertainty, but her mind was preoccupied with the patient she was scheduled to see in the