The Charming 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?”

still fearful of the injection, had almost stopped crying. The longing

with children. She reassured him, “Sweetie, once you’ve had injection, you’ll

while. Finally, the nurse

his attention while the needle was being secured. Once it was done, she gently stroked his hair and

this, and by the time he was safely tucked back

much. Dr. Thorne, the grandmother

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

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

the villagers who needed medical attention the most were the elderly and

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 moments when

took the initiative to remind him, “Mr. Lastor, you should only take one blood pressure pill each morning. You’ve already had one today, so you absolutely must not take another.”

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

age and potential memory loss, so she made a point to pause, pull out a pen from the pocket of her white coat, and carefully mark the dosage

formal education, with their knowledge extending to only a few characters at

the ward before returning to the downstairs

She gently nudged her

her subtle hint, Lysander looked over and saw a figure

at the front yard of the clinic, but he hadn’t approached or disturbed her while she was working.

memories of the

wait for her to finish work in the

did share some good times

not returned, perhaps they would have continued down this path of

she rather live in blissful ignorance for the rest of her life, as long as she had what society

time, even trying to convince herself at one point that life was unpredictable. If Josiah could keep this secret from her for a lifetime, and treat her well for a lifetime, wouldn’t that make their marriage complete in its own way?

was her stubborn foolishness.

cars, closed her eyes, and forced herself to become

agony and brutality, she still yearned for the