His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 97 What Are You Doing?

Lynn’s expression darkened immediately. “What? Scarring? Mr. Foreman, can’t you find a way? Dr. Thorne has been through a lot lately. It would be too tragic if she ended up with a scar.”

Dr. Foreman’s expression turned stern. “Now you’re afraid? As a doctor, you should prioritize protecting yourself first and then treating others. Did you forget the first lesson in medical school?”

Lysander gritted her teeth, enduring the sting of the disinfectant. “The patient suffered a stroke. Between scarring and the aftermath of a stroke, I’d rather choose scarring.”

As soon as Dr. Foreman heard this, he understood.

A stroke was even more serious; it could be fatal.

So, he eased up a bit, and Lysander finally felt a little better.

After bandaging her wound, Dr. Foreman admonished her earnestly. “You absolutely cannot move around recklessly, understand?”

Lysander knew Dr. Foreman was looking out for her and obediently replied, “Yes, I understand.”

“Also, be careful when you’re….with your husband. Don’t be too reckless; consider your wound. Cough, cough…”

Lysander was taken aback, licking her lips. “Oh, okay!

Exiting the surgical operating room, Lynn supported her as they slowly made their way back. “Dr. Thorne, why didn’t you mention that you’re already divorced? I can’t believe that Mr. Foreman sti blushed despite his age. Hehehe…”

Lysander gave her a sharp look. “Is divorce something to celebrate? Should I announce it to the wor with drums and trumpets, that I’ve been cheated on?”

stuck out her tongue.

in a white coat,

frowned slightly.

greeted

asking you, what

replied, “When I was drawing blood, I received a call from the hospital about a patient in urgent need of care. However, the emergency department was short-staffed, and I happened to

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slightly. “Can

“I can.”

“No, you can’t.”

at Lynn, warning her with her eyes.

Mr. Foreman informed Dr. Thorne to

this, Adrian immediately squatted down and effortlessly lifted her

and instinctively exclaimed,

I won’t

“I’m not scared.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

uncomfortable. “I’m