The Charming 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.

played at the corner 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 voice such an awkward question. All she could do was advise

pretending to be strangers?

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

with her, “I want to recover quickly. Otherwise, if

potentially be lethal. Lysander, concerned that something 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? There’s no room left in the ward. Would you rather have the

chose to be in

of them had already disappeared. She called out toward the corridor, “Is anyone there? There’s a patient

You’ll have to do it

at first glance, everyone did seem

the IV equipment herself. She sterilized Josiah’s hand with a cotton swab soaked in iodine, saying, “It’s been quite a few years since I last personally inserted an

we’ll try twice. If that still doesn’t work, we can switch hands.”

tensed his arm, accepting the notion that anything given by Lysander, even if

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, “Just leave your hand like this. Don’t move

speaking, she picked up the iron tray, ready to leave.

a corner of Lysander’s lab coat. With a voice thick from his cold, he asked,

paused, asking, “Do you

sit with me for a while? This is a consultation room, so if anyone else

something to

get a chance to

are they doing?”

wooden bench beside

brief silence, Lysander carefully set down the iron

didn’t sit next to him. Instead, she sat behind the long table that served

and so, he went ahead and

Laura was

“Which relative?”

house on your mother’s

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