Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 1130

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."

"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.