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.

in a clinic, she couldn’t voice such an awkward question. All she could do was advise him in a routine manner, “You’re young, so it would be better to use antibiotics.

it just pretending to

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

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

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 drip in the

to be in the

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

we’re all tied up! You’ll have to do it yourself!”

act. Regardless, at first glance,

but to fetch the IV equipment herself. She sterilized Josiah’s hand with a cotton swab soaked in iodine, saying,

worries. If the first attempt doesn’t work, we’ll try

notion that anything given by Lysander, even if it caused him pain, was worth

only for a fleeting moment before it vanished. She tore off the medical tape that was previously stuck on her sleeve, securing

finished speaking, she picked up the iron

of Lysander’s lab coat. With a voice thick from his cold, he asked, “Have all the other patients been taken care

Lysander paused, asking, “Do you need anything

with me for a while? This is a consultation room, so if anyone else comes, they will definitely look

something to say?”

didn’t get a chance to tell you

they

beside him.

a brief silence, Lysander carefully set down the iron tray.

him. Instead, she sat behind the long table

knew that her silence was her agreement, and so, he went ahead and

Laura and Michelle all this time. After Mr. Maverick’s burial, Mdm. Laura was heartbroken and hasn’t been able to recover from the shock. For

“Which relative?”

house on your

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