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?”

out her tongue.

her head and saw Adrian, clad in a white coat, hurrying over from

slightly. “What’s

smiled and greeted

you,

about a patient in urgent need of care. However, the

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expression improved slightly. “Can you

“I can.”

“No, you can’t.”

Lynn, warning her with her eyes. I

eyes sparkled, eager to try. “Dr. Sutton, Mr. Foreman informed Dr. Thorne to minimize movement. Walking involves

hearing this, Adrian immediately squatted down and effortlessly lifted her

startled, and instinctively exclaimed,

I

“I’m not scared.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

bit uncomfortable. “I’m afraid