Book TRK
Chapter 637
The Charming Ex–Wife
Chapter 637 This Plot Sounds Familiar
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The progress of modern society was rapid, yet in the remote mountainous regions of the midwest, there were still areas that, due to geographical or climatic factors, remained frozen in the state of the eighties and nineties of the last century.
The only health center in the village couldn’t even compare to the large urban hospitals. It was merely a small, weathered building. The ground floor served as the outpatient department, while the second floor housed the wards.
The paint on the walls of the small loft had mostly peeled off, leaving the entire surface mottled. The main door of the health center was framed with wood, inset with a piece of glass, and painted with the military green color that was so characteristic of that era.
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On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and there weren’t many patients coming in for consultations. Only a few villagers from nearby villages who were running a fever were receiving IV drip.
After the nurse had finished administering the injections, she found herself with some free time. She decided to make the most of it by heading to the courtyard to soak up some sun. As she idly chatted away. her gaze often drifted toward a few potted plants that had been moved to the side of the walkway for some sunlight.
Upon seeing the situation, the doctors, who were not busy at the moment, decided to step out for a stroll as well, eventually joining them in their conversation.
“It’s been ages since I’ve had such peace and quiet. A while back, we had a flu outbreak, and we ran out of IV poles. We had to make do with clothes hangers.”
“Don’t ever say things like that! Our hospital really frowns upon such talk!”
“That’s right. There was once, just as I finished saying how quiet it was that day, a trike pulled up immediately. They claimed that a whole family started vomiting and having diarrhea after dinner, apparently all suffering from food poisoning.”
The nurse who first spoke was scared she had jinxed the situation and quickly touched wood.
Only then did the others relax and resume their individual conversations.
An elderly doctor, hands clasped behind her back, remarked, “Days like these are truly wonderful. Not only are we at case, but it also indirectly indicates that everyone around us is in good health.”
That elderly doctor, Karen Vazquez, had been working there for many years, making her the most seasoned doctor in the health center.
The head nurse standing nearby chimed in, “Indeed, most of the people who choose to work in a hospital tend to be a little idealistic. They hope for a world free of sickness and disaster, even if it means they’d be out of a job.”
A young nurse, Astrid Beltran, was nearby, basking in the sun. Her gaze swept across the courtyard before finally resting on the lounge chair at the bottom of the steps.
A female doctor dressed in a white coat was lying there. In an attempt to shield her eyes from the glaring view, she had covered her face with a book. It seemed as if she had already fallen asleep.
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Lysander had recently been dispatched from the city, reportedly having volunteered to aid the remote areas. It was said she came from a prestigious city hospital. Both the director of the health center and the experienced senior doctors held her in high regard.
The conditions at the village health center were extremely challenging. It wasn’t as if there hadn’t been doctors who came to provide medical support in the past, but almost none of them could stay for long.
Some persisted for a week while others hastily packed up their belongings and left overnight.
Lysander had already been there for nearly ten days, setting a record. So far, she hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to leave.
When she was working, she tended to be rather serious and had high standards. However, in normal interactions, she was quite easygoing. Everyone hoped she would stick around a bit longer.
Seeing that Lysander didn’t respond, Astrid moved a bit closer and called out again, “Dr. Thorne?”
“Huh? What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. I’m just concerned about you catching a cold. The countryside isn’t like the city. The wind is stronger here.”
“I wasn’t sleeping. I was just laying down for a bit of rest.”
Bending over to read the title of the book that Lysander had been using to cover her face. Astrid said, “Is the book titled ‘My Beloved‘? Dr. Thorne, I didn’t expect you to be into this kind of book.”
Lysander leisurely lifted the book from her face and sat up. She flipped the book over to carefully examine the cover, letting out a light chuckle. “I simply noticed the fine weather outside and thought of taking a nap under the sun. However, I didn’t expect the sunlight to be so intense and blinding. After that, I randomly grabbed a book from the ward to shield my eyes. Have you read this book? Is it any good?”
In the health center, there were no televisions in the wards. If the patients wanted to pass the time, their only options were to read novels or play poker. Over time, the shelves became filled with novels left “behind by patients who had been discharged.
When Lysander picked up the book, she hadn’t bothered to look at it at all. At that moment, as she gazed at the cover featuring a bride in her wedding dress, nestled in the arms of a male lead clad in a suit and leather shoes, her expression suddenly became complex.
When she saw the title, she was involuntarily reminded of a certain individual.
Astrid noticed Lysander was intently studying the cover. Assuming Lysander was interested in the book. and had nothing else to do, Astrid dasually sat next to her, enthusiastically striking up a conversation.
“Dr. Thome, don’t you think this cover is quite appealing? The handsome man and beautiful woman are particularly pleasing to the eye. When I read the book, I imagined the characters as they were on the cover. I believe this illustration depicts their wedding scene at the end. I was moved to tears when I reached that part, soaking my blanket.”
As Astrid spoke, her eyes welled up with tears once again. Even after such a long time, she found herself moved whenever she recalled the poignant love story from the book.
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Lysander handed her a tissue, thoughtfully comforting her, saying, “What’s written in the books is all fiction. They’re just stories.”
Astrid’s tears abruptly stopped, and with a tone of respect, she said, “Dr. Thorne, you’re incredibly rational. Do you spend your time only reading academic papers instead of romance novels?”
“It’s not really like that. Everyone needs some form of entertainment in life.” Lysander gently shook her head. “Occasionally, I would flip through “Wuthering Heights‘ or something similar.”
Upon hearing this, Astrid pivoted the conversation and began recommending a novel she had read to Lysander. “When you’re bored, you might want to give this one a try,” she suggested. “Out of the multitude of books piled up in the wards, I personally find this one to be the most captivating”
“What is this book about?”
“The male and female protagonists were married twice in total, once at the beginning and once at the conclusion of the story. Originally, they met through a blind date and didn’t harbor any particular feelings for each other. It wasn’t until the man’s first crush returned to their homeland that things started to change…”
This plot sounds eerily familiar. Lysander gave a dry laugh, finding that listening to stories was even more sleep–inducing than reading books directly. Unfortunately, Astrid was telling her tale with such enthusiasm that Lysander felt too embarrassed to interrupt.
While they were engrossed in conversation, suddenly, a type of electric trike commonly seen in the countryside drove into the front yard.
The one riding the trike was a young man with a dark complexion and big, rough hands. He parked his trike at the entrance of the building, hurriedly assisting the pregnant woman sitting in the trike’s bucket to get down. All the while, he called out in desperation, “Doctor! My wife is about to give birth!”
A few people who were sunbathing saw this scene, and without a word, they immediately rushed over.
The pregnant woman’s face was ashen, devoid of energy even to step out of the vehicle. With the assistance of the robust man and Karen, she managed to get down. However, as soon as her foot touched. the ground, the prematurely ruptured amniotic fluid trickled down her soaked pants and onto the ground.
Upon seeing the situation, Lysander quickly said, “No. She can’t walk anymore. That’s her amniotic fluid trickling down. Let’s get a wheelchair first.”