The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 639 I Want To Do That

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The man held great respect for the doctors at that moment. He quickly handed the baby over to someone else and accompanied Lysander out into the hallway.

Lysander said in a cordial manner. “I heard that your wife’s family isn’t around here, and they won’t bel able to arrive until tomorrow. Giving birth is a tough ordeal for her, and she really needs to take good care during her postpartum recovery.”

The man nodded rapidly. “Absolutely! With the addition of this child, my wife is the greatest contributor to our family. I must definitely take good care of her.”

He was sincere in his approach, speaking nothing but the truth. However, after a day filled with busyness and his naturally slow–witted nature, he hadn’t thought to show care for his wife.

Lysander was slightly relieved and said earnestly, “Adding a child to the family is certainly a joyous occasion. Everyone has rushed off to see the baby, leaving your wife all alone. She’s still in a weakened state, you know.”

before. Upon

The man hadn’t considered things in such a delicate way hearing this, he earnestly recalled everything since his wife became pregnant. In an instant, the eyes of this grown man welled up with tears.

“Doctor, you’re right. I was indeed negligent just now. I forgot to comfort my wife. She’s been through so much, and her family isn’t here with her. I should take better care of her.”

“All right. Go ahead.”

The baby’s father quickly returned to the ward. He walked straight to the bedside, took his wife’s hand, and poured out a long string of words.

“Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been so focused on the child that I forgot about your feelings. From now on, I’ll listen to everything you say. Once we get home this time, you just rest. I’ll take care of the child. Oh! Also, you can pick the name!”

These words were unadorned, yet they were the heartfelt confession of a man to his wife.

Finally, the new mother broke down in sobs, crying out loud and clutching her husband tightly.

her arms to ask, “What’s wrong? Are you

had brought along. Quickly, they pulled out an insulated tin lunch

soup.

women would typically consume

the lunch box, intending to feed his seemingly weak wife some chicken soup. After her tears had subsided, she shook her head and asked, “Have you thanked the doctor? I lost so much blood carlier I

so she quickly

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insisted, saying, “Please, don’t be modest. I heard everything from my ward If it weren’t for your expertise in adjusting the

danger, but he hadn’t been in the delivery room to witness the dire situation first–hand. It was only after hearing from his wife that he was filled with immense

of my wife and son. I truly don’t know how to express my gratitude…..” he said, his eyes reddening involuntarily. The next second, following the traditions of the countryside, he added, “How about this? Let me bow

Flustered, she said. “There’s really no need for this. I’m a doctor, and it’s my duty to save lives and heal the

first time, Lysander saw such a grand spectacle and felt utterly overwhelmed by

not be up to par, which could potentially make Lysander feel unwelcome. They quickly gathered around her to express their gratitude. Amidst the chaos,

Lysander didn’t dare to hesitate. With firm resolve, she refused, saying.

said, “But after all, you’ve done us such a

with polite yet firm resolve, “I am a doctor. It’s my duty to do all of this. If you truly want to thank me, take good care of the mother and child. When the baby’s welcoming

for

people with no way out, Karen stepped forward to help,

for their simplicity and honesty. When they heard that Lysander had exhausted herself, they, without waiting for Karen to say anything

mentally strained the entire night, truly exhausted to the point of near collapse. Politely saying her goodbyes to

center was undeniably the two–story building at the front, serving both as an outpatient department and wards. In stark contrast, the dorms located at the back

rural home, a space so small that it could only accommodate a table and bunk beds.