My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 1130 Getting a Ticket for Him

Was food cooked with those things really edible?

She didn't think it would be tasty.

Everyone except him would step away.

Sydney had to admit that his taste was special.

"Has your diet always been like this?" she asked curiously.

Finn replied nonchalantly, "Pretty much since I studied medicine."

Sydney gasped, "That's more than ten years. Unbelievable!"

Finn smiled and said, "Everyone has their own quirks, and using them as seasoning is my quirk."

"That's called pica, right?" The corner of Sydney's mouth twitched.

Finn pushed up his glasses. "Sort of."

"Doesn't it have any negative effects on your health?" Sydney asked with concern, blinking.

She felt obliged to care for him since he had helped her many times.

Finn stepped into the elevator. "Not really. As a doctor, I know whether these things have any negative effects. Besides, these medicinal ingredients are used to treat illnesses, and the taste is the only strange part. They are not bad for my health at all. Imagine the first dish cooked by a beginner. It's not poisonous and just tastes bad."

His explanation relieved Sydney and caused her to laugh. "It's good that it doesn't harm your health, but treating you to dinner seems out of the question. Is there anything else you want? As long as it's

within my ability, I'll get it for you."

"Do you really want to thank me?" Finn asked.

Sydney nodded repeatedly. "Yeah. You've helped me so many times, and I haven't thanked you even once. Please let me repay you so that I can feel better."

She sandwiched her phone between her shoulder and ear, clasped her hands together, and made a pleading gesture.

Although Finn couldn't see it, he could largely imagine it. His glasses reflected a glint as he replied, "Alright then. I don't have high demands. I heard about the opening of a new museum. Different from other museums, it showcases human specimens from wars." NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

"What? Human specimens?" Sydney gasped in shock. "How can there be such a museum?"

"Actually, such museums exist almost everywhere in the world. The purpose is to remember the cruelty of war. However, these museums are rarely open to the public, so not many people know about them."

"I see." Sydney nodded in realization. "But why did you suddenly mention this to me? Do you want to visit it? But you don't have a ticket, so you want me to help you get one?"

"Exactly!" Finn said, unsurprised by how quickly she figured out his intention.

She was a clever woman.

The elevator opened with a ding.

Finn stepped out, and as he headed to the parking spot, he replied, "That's right, I've visited many museums like this. You know, doctors are interested in the human body. By visiting these museums,

I can see different states of bodies and formulate corresponding surgical plans according to the wounds that caused their deaths. So, when I encounter similar cases in the future, I won't fail in surgery due to lack of experience and tarnish my reputation."

Sydney couldn't find words to respond, a few drops of cold sweat sliding down her temples.

While it was for the sake of his profession, it sounded creepy to ordinary people.

"You don't plan on visiting every museum of this kind, do you?" Sydney asked, rubbing her temples.

Finn lifted his chin slightly, replying, "I guess so. After all, each museum has different exhibits, and naturally, the causes of death and the wounds presented by each corpse are different. So, it's necessary for me to visit every one of them."

"It makes sense." Sydney nodded, stroking her chin. "You just said that this kind of museum is not open to the public. Who are they open to?"

"Medical professionals, military personnel, and politicians," Finn replied, unlocking the car door.

Sydney tilted her head in confusion. "Since it's open to medical professionals, it should be easy for you to get in, given your reputation in the medical field. Buying a ticket should be no problem for you, right?"

"Technically, yes. But I've been too busy to book tickets. By the time I remembered, all the tickets had been reserved by the top figures in the medical field, and the earliest available appointment was two months later. I don't want to wait that long, so I thought you could help me. Of course, maybe you don't have any channels to reserve tickets either, but your man should do. You can ask him for help." Finn got into the car, twisted the key, and started the engine.

Sydney smiled bitterly. "You've even figured out the way to get the ticket. It seems I can't refuse."

"You can refuse. I won't force you," Finn said considerately.

Sydney waved her hand. "It's alright. Since I promised to repay you, I won't go back on my word. I'll talk to Julien."

"Okay. I'll wait for your good news." Finn drove out of the hospital parking lot.

Sydney hummed and hung up.

She put her phone down and stretched herself when she heard movements.

She turned around and found Julien coming back.

She looked up at him and asked, "Did you finish talking with Zach?"

Julien nodded lightly in response.

Sydney noticed his sullen look and the gloomy air around him, so she put away her smile. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

There should be something behind his displeasure.

When they went to open the door together just now, everything was fine.

But now, he was in a completely different state.

Without a doubt, something was amiss.

Julien just silently glanced at her.

His action confirmed her suspicion.

Sydney anxiously got up, grabbed his arm, and led her to sit down. "What happened? Tell me, and don't make me worry. If it's something major, you should go and solve it. Don't worry about me."

She looked at him worriedly.

Julien took her into his arms and croaked, "It's not serious, just something that disgusts me."

"What is it?" Sydney freed herself from his embrace.

Julien looked at her, refusing to tell.

Sydney felt a mix of anger and helplessness. "You always go quiet whenever something happens. Can't you try to change that? It frustrates me..."

Before she could finish her words, the back of her head was clasped.

Julien lowered his head to claim her lips, muffing her voice.

Sydney froze, then rolled her eyes.

Even when his mind was troubled, he still wouldn't dismiss that thought.

What could she say?

She decided to forget it and spend the night with him. Maybe he would tell her when he felt better.

Her body went weak as she threw her arms around his neck and closed her eyes.