His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 652 The Stubborn Fool

After she finished seeing the patients waiting in the clinic, she didn’t get any downtime. In fact, she became even busier.

Upon seeing Lysander heading straight for the wards, Josiah had no choice but to retract the step he had just taken. Approaching her for a conversation now, he feared, would only earn him an accusation of creating trouble.

As a fellow patient, his treatment was incomparable to that of others.

Upon entering the ward, Lysander immediately scooped up the little child who was attempting to roll around. In a gentle voice, she asked, “What happened here?”

The nurse, holding a disinfectant cotton swab, expressed her frustration, “Dr. Thorne, this child simply refuses to get a shot. The moment I touched the back of his hand with the cotton swab, he burst into tears. Even after his grandmother tried to soothe him for quite some time, it was all in vain.”

In the village, what was most common were children left in the care of their elders. When these children fell ill, the only ones by their side were the elderly family members at home.

Upon seeing Lysander’s arrival, the child’s grandmother was visibly flustered. As she tried to soothe the child, she explained, “Dr. Thorne, I’m sorry for the inconvenience. The child insists on seeing his mother, but she’s working in the city and only comes home once a year. I’ve tried, but I can’t seem to persuade him otherwise. Please, feel free to attend to other patients first.”

At that moment, there was no better solution than to let the child cry it out until he tired himself and stopped. After all, there was no way to bring his mother to him.

Lysander looked at the child who was crying out for his mother and softly reassured, “It’s all right. Let me give it a try.

“Sweetheart, would it be okay if I held you?” She saw the child’s eyes open wide with curiosity and gently lifted him into her arms. With one hand supporting him, her other hand tenderly wiped his tears away.

The child was only four years old. Since he only saw his mother once a year, his impression of her was limited to her long hair and tender demeanor. Upon hearing Lysander’s words, his wailing turned into choked sobs. Clutching at her clothes, he whimpered, “Miss, I’m scared. I want my mommy..”

“You need to get better quickly if you want to see her.”

The child shook his head. “Mommy only comes back during Christmas.”

“Then… if you behave during your injection, I will help you call your mommy every weekend so you can talk to her. Does that sound good?”

fearful of the injection, had almost stopped crying.

children. She reassured him, “Sweetie,

soothing whispers for quite a while. Finally, the nurse found the perfect moment to swiftly and accurately insert

his attention while the needle was being secured. Once it was done, she gently stroked his hair and praised him, “You’re the bravest little one I’ve

back into his hospital bed, he

Thorne, the grandmother quickly stepped

time, make sure to come to the health center as soon as possible. A child’s immunity isn’t as strong as an

wasn’t able to stay in one place for too long.

the village chief had mentioned, the villagers who needed

individuals receiving an IV drip were all elderly villagers living alone. The nurses, fearing they might fall asleep and forget to call someone to remove the needle, leading to a backflow in the IV tube, would occasionally check on them. However, with the multitude of tasks in the clinic, there were inevitably

to remind him, “Mr. Lastor, you should only

Lysander as if she were their own kin when they saw her. The old man

made a point to pause, pull out a pen from the pocket of her white coat, and carefully mark the dosage on the medication box with

with their knowledge extending to only a few

Lysander made a round in the ward before returning to the

return. She gently nudged her arm and said, “Dr. Thorne, look

looked over and saw a

he hadn’t approached or disturbed her while she was working. Instead, he stood at a distance,

the time before they had divorced.

then wait for her to finish work in the

they did share

perhaps they would have continued down this path of

meant a tragic end? Or would she rather live in blissful

could keep this secret from her for a lifetime, and treat her well for a lifetime, wouldn’t that make their

her downfall was her

herself. She covered her cars, closed her eyes, and forced herself to

she still yearned for the truth.