The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 780

But when it came to medicine, there was simply no comparing her skills to someone like Mr. Burton, who had spent his entire life as a doctor.

“Mr. Burton was invited overseas recently to consult on a case,” Stella explained. “I’ve already spoken with him. He’ll come by to see you as soon as he lands tomorrow.”

Joshua nodded in acknowledgment.

Stella uncapped the ointment in her hand.

A distinct herbal scent drifted through the hospital room.

Abby inhaled and smiled. “That smells wonderful. Keen really put a lot of thought into this.”

Stella returned the smile and reached out, ready to apply the ointment to Joshua’s wound.

But Joshua’s eyes sharpened as he focused on the jar in her hand.

“Ms. Cameron, may I take a look at that ointment?”

Stella hesitated briefly, then handed it over.

Joshua took the jar, inhaled the scent, then dabbed a little onto his fingertip and tested it.

Abby, noticing the change in his expression, asked carefully, “Joshua, is something wrong? Is there a problem with the ointment?”

“There is a bit of an issue,” Joshua replied.

Stella tensed. “What kind of issue? Don’t tell me... is it poisonous?”

Could Rachel have given this to Keen? Did Rachel tamper with the ointment?

Joshua examined it a couple more times before finally looking up.

“Calling it poison isn’t quite right,” he said. “The ointment is actually very effective for stopping bleeding and helping the wound heal. However, there’s an unnecessary ingredient mixed in here—one that will likely cause scarring.”

He handed the jar back to Stella, his expression unreadable.

“It would work just as well without that ingredient.”

Abby was stunned. “If it’s not poison, then why add something like that? Do they want Star to be left with a scar? Or… did Keen just make a mistake when mixing it?”

Joshua shook his head. “I couldn’t say for sure. Of course, Ms. Cameron, if you’re not convinced, you can wait for Mr. Burton to arrive and let him take a look.”

Stella stared at the ointment in her palm, her expression difficult to read.

He’d heard about Karl’s situation, but didn’t seem interested in getting involved. “Children and grandchildren make their own luck,” was Mr. Burton’s philosophy, and he wore it well.

After giving Joshua a thorough examination, he said, “You’ve suffered some internal injuries, but nothing too serious. I’ll prescribe you some medicine. Take it for a few days and come back for a follow-up.”

“Thank you so much, sir,” Stella said gratefully.

Mr. Burton seemed to be in good spirits, clearly unbothered by anything that might be happening elsewhere.

“I am your mentor, Stella. No need to be so formal with me.”

Stella hesitated, then produced the ointment.

“Mr. Burton, would you mind taking a look at this for me?”

He took the jar from her.

At first, his expression was neutral.

But gradually, his brow began to furrow.