His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 653

Chapter 653 Merely Answering The Call

From the moment Josiah appeared in the clinic, his gaze never left Lysander.

The young nurses had all taken notice.

“I came to see Dr. Thorne for treatment,” he said with a charming smile. He then addressed Lysander, “I was exposed to a bit of cold wind, and it seems my cold has worsened.”

The young nurses couldn’t tell he was sick but still joined their companion in their playful banter. “Well, you’ll have to seek out Dr. Thorne then. When it comes to medical matters, we nurses aren’t exactly experts, you know.”

As they spoke, the group surged forward, pushing Lysander right into the center. They all assumed that she was just too shy to step forward.

Lysander was nudged and stumbled several steps forward, nearly falling into Josiah’s arms.

Thankfully, she had been a doctor for a long time and carried an aura of authority that commanded respect. The young nurses didn’t dare to cross the line too much, and as soon as they sensed they had, they quickly let go and scrambled away, pushing and shoving each other in their haste.

Lysander steadied herself, let out a sigh, and asked Josiah, “Have you taken your medicine?”

Josiah sat casually on the chair prepared for the patient being examined, responding earnestly, “I’ve taken both the gastric and cold medicine, and I’ve also had warm water, but I still don’t feel well.”

Before leaving in the morning. Lysander had checked his temperature. Although he looked pale now, the abnormal flush from the fever had mostly faded. She asked, “Where exactly do you feel unwell? If it’s your stomach, you should go back and lie down as soon as possible.”

“It’s not just my stomach. I woke up with a splitting headache and my throat was as dry as if I’d swallowed a burning coal,” Josiah answered truthfully. After he finished helping the children with their homework, his symptoms had even worsened.

Lysander picked up on the hoarseness in his voice. She took out a flashlight and said, “Open your mouth.”

Josiah did as instructed.

Lysander studied his throat carefully and advised, “Your tonsils seem to be inflamed. In such a situation, it’s best to drink plenty of water and talk less. Do you want to get an IV drip? It might help you recover faster.”

Josiah was particularly engrossed, perfectly embodying the role of a patient seeking medical help.

of Lysander’s mouth, and she couldn’t help but suspect he had some unusual roleplaying fetish. But considering they were in a clinic, she couldn’t

it just pretending to be strangers?

to play the role of a doctor. After saying this, she genuinely tore off a prescription note and wrote him a medical order.

earnestly discuss with her, “I want to recover quickly. Otherwise, if I continue to be sick. it will cause trouble for

would really happen to him in the countryside, reluctantly suggested, “Why don’t you get an IV drip for a day to bring down the inflammation?

Josiah chose to be in the clinic.

had finished the paperwork, she was about to hand it over to the young nurses, but she realized that all three of them had already disappeared. She called out toward the corridor, “Is anyone there? There’s a patient here who

up! You’ll have to

it was genuine or just an act. Regardless, at first glance, everyone did seem to have their own tasks to

cotton swab soaked in iodine, saying, “It’s been quite a few years since I last personally inserted an IV needle, so I won’t be as skilled as a

If the first attempt doesn’t work, we’ll try twice. If that still doesn’t

accepting the notion that anything given by Lysander, even if it caused him

than anticipated, the sharp pain lasting only for a fleeting moment before it vanished. She tore off the medical tape that was previously stuck on her sleeve, securing the needle in place before saying,

soon as she finished speaking, she picked up the iron

With a voice thick from his cold, he

“Do you need anything else?”

before saying, “Could you sit with me for a while? This is a consultation room, so if anyone else comes, they will definitely look for

something to say?”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell

they doing?”

patted the long wooden bench beside

a brief silence, Lysander carefully

the long table that served as a desk

so, he

time. After Mr. Maverick’s burial, Mdm. Laura was heartbroken and hasn’t been able to recover

“Which relative?”

house on

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