The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 640 The Overwhelming Affection.

Many locals from the nearby area were standing outside the door.

The nurse looked a bit bewildered. “What is going on here?”

Outside, leading the group was indeed the mother–in–law of the woman who had just given birth. Upon seeing Lysander and the nurses who had taken care of her daughter–in–law the previous day, she hastily handed over the stack of old–fashioned tin lunch boxes she was carrying.

“Dr. Thorne, I just made a special trip home to cook some dishes. I know you all were busy from dawn to dusk yesterday and probably didn’t have time for dinner. Now, you’ll have to make do with combining two meals into one. The chief and the secretary of our village have also come along, having heard that saved the life of my family member.”

As she spoke, she subtly stepped aside, providing an opportunity for the other villagers to voice their thoughts.

The village chief and secretary were both elderly, but in front of Lysander and the nurses, they didn’t put on any airs of superiority. They praised them so much that it almost made them feel embarrassed.

“I heard that a few young ladies have come to the health center to provide support. I didn’t expect you all to be not only beautiful but also exceptionally skilled in medicine. By the way, if you guys have some free time, you should come visit our village more often. It’s surrounded by pristine mountains and clear waters. The scenery is quite splendid. We also have some local specialties… The village chief, Blaine Alvarez, said as he handed over the cured meat he was holding. “This is from a pig we raised and butchered ourselves. The meat is especially fragrant when used in stir–fries. Give it a try.”

The nurse who opened the door was quick to wave her hands in refusal. “We can’t accept this. The hospital director doesn’t allow us to accept things casually.”

The nurse standing by the table stepped forward to explain, “We have professional standards to uphold. We absolutely cannot accept personal gifts from patients. That would be considered bribery.”

Lysander moved a bit slower than the rest, ending up at the back of the crowd. However, she could still clearly see the faces of those villagers.

Everyone was no longer young, at least belonging to the generation of the baby’s mother and grandmother. Yet, when facing these few young individuals, they showed an exceptional level of respect. This made Lysander feel touched but also somewhat undeserving.

Lysander and the others had simply done their best to fulfill their responsibilities. Little did they anticipate that it would become so significant to the villagers there.

Blaine was highly respected in the village. Upon noticing the nurses‘ hesitation, he quickly clarified, “This isn’t anything valuable. It’s just agricultural products. It wouldn’t even fetch much at the market.”

echoed in agreement.

a few eggs, scrambled up and served as a meal.

own garden. I simply pulled out a few pieces when I

said, “We appreciate everyone’s kindness, but we really can’t accept these gifts. Please, everyone should

the secretary, Alan, looked disheartened when they

on the verge of tears. She was torn between not wanting to take the untouched food back home and fearing

whispers of blame toward the elderly companions. “I told you before that the medical staff who came to assist us are all from the city, and they’re not used to eating

to discern it from the chatter between the nurses and Blaine. It was clear that both parties were about to get entangled over each other’s

support the local healthcare system, only

accept this time, but let’s make one thing clear. Everyone can only give once, and after

hearing that Lysander

voiced their agreement, “All right! All right! We won’t

nurses. In no time, a few people were

Lysander managed to squeeze her way to the door, carefully accepting the

Once the villagers had finished delivering their gifts, they

mother–in–law of the new mother had specially waited until the end with Blaine. She personally handed the lunch box to Lysander, advising her, “I made chicken soup for my daughter–in–law, and I’ve also prepared you a bowl. Drink it while

baby’s grandmother return home to bring food for her son and

their

an enthusiastic scene. They were utterly overwhelmed by the villagers‘ heartfelt appreciation, handling their gestures of gratitude with utmost care, even the

Lysander immediately stepped

to spare. Even after moving chairs

us can’t possibly finish it all. But wouldn’t it be even worse to waste

his