Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 215: Saving a Life

"Um... is this for ?" Quinn Lockwood widened her eyes, looking sowhat surprised at Elias Sinclair.

She didn’t expect this aloof and domineering man to buy such a childish thing. She thought that after Elias heard she liked the balloon, he would sternly criticize her for being childish.

Taking the balloon from Elias’s hand, Quinn Lockwood chuckled playfully, "Thank you."

Elias looked at Quinn, with a slight smile at the corner of his lips, then crossed his long fingers and flicked her on the forehead.

"Hey! That hurt." Quinn pouted, couldn’t help waving her fist at Elias, like an angry little kitten.

This was the first ti Elias, since growing up, had acted so relaxed and playful. He found the feeling quite nice, watching Quinn’s indignant yet unable-to-explode expression, the man couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Quinn had never seen Elias laugh so happily before.

He was under high pressure and workload every day; he probably hadn’t relaxed like this in a long ti. Quinn thought this, then looked up to secretly observe Elias, with a gentle smile.

Then the two strolled leisurely along the path, suddenly noticing an elderly gentleman wobbling in the distance.

The elderly gentleman walked a few steps and suddenly stopped, clutching his chest in agony before collapsing to the ground with his cane clattering aside.

"Hold this for ." Seeing this, Quinn quickly shoved the balloon into Elias’s hand and hurried over.

"Grandpa, what’s wrong?" Quinn supported the elderly gentleman, seeing his face turn paper-white, sweating profusely, and painfully clutching his chest.

"dicine, there’s dicine in your pocket, right?" Quinn quickly searched the man’s pockets, and just as she fished out a bottle of pills, he lost consciousness and fell.

Elias also furrowed his brows and hurriedly took out his phone to call ergency services, while so bystanders ca over to watch.

Quinn placed the nitroglycerin under the man’s tongue, then laid him flat, bending over to check his carotid pulse and breathing.

When she couldn’t feel a pulse or breathing, Quinn paused briefly, then furrowed her brows tightly, striving to remain calm.

As a forr mber of the school’s dical ergency team, she knew the man experienced sudden cardiac arrest. If effective first aid asures were applied within the 4-minute golden window, there was a significant chance of saving his life.

But... although she’d practiced CPR over a hundred tis, it was her first real-life ergency encounter.

She couldn’t hesitate anymore; waiting for the ambulance would be too late.

"Defibrillator, check if there’s an AED nearby!" Quinn’s voice, tense with urgency and anxiety, involuntarily rose in pitch as she quickly exposed the man’s chest and abdon, aligned at the chest’s center, and proficiently began chest compressions.

"01, 02, 03, 04..." Quinn recalled her ergency training, smoothly completing the first cycle.

Upon rechecking the man’s breathing and carotid pulse, Quinn’s expression grew even more solemn.

"Found it." Elias arrived at Quinn’s side with an AED he fetched from a nearby station.

Quickly attaching the device, and hearing its connection success tone, Quinn comnced the second cycle.

Chest compressions are significantly energy-draining, requiring the sternum to depress 5-6 centiters at a frequency of 100-120 per minute.

For an average male, it might feel slightly tiring, but for soone as slender as Quinn, it took all her strength.

By now, after two cycles, Quinn was panting heavily, sweat trickling down her cheeks, her lips were sore and red from biting to sustain her effort.

Elias, watching Quinn intently, knew her aid was correct but felt the success rate for a non-professional like her was slim.

Besides, when did she learn this?

Even though The Lowell collaborates in many fields, he never heard of any related to healthcare.

Observing Quinn’s professional and smooth actions stirred mixed feelings in Elias, but he mostly wished for the elderly gentleman to pull through.

"Grandpa, can you hear ?" On completing the third cycle, Quinn felt a faint pulse at the carotid and heard soft breaths by her ear.

"Yes..." The gentleman opened his eyes slightly, no longer as pale as before.

Hearing his response, Quinn exhaled lightly, her tight brow easing.

She removed the defibrillator, tidied the man’s clothing, and gently reassured, "You’re okay now, Grandpa. You had a little scare, but it’s over now. The paradics will be here shortly."

The elderly gentleman’s eyelids fluttered, then slowly lifted his hand to grip Quinn’s firmly, gratefully saying, "Child, thank you so much. My heart’s been poor, without you I might have..."

His voice was slightly choked, holding Quinn’s hand firmly, unsure how to express his emotions.

The ambulance arrived then, paradics swiftly assessing the gentleman’s condition before placing him on a stretcher.

"Child, what’s your na?" He still held Quinn’s hand as they prepared to leave.

"Grandpa, I’m Savannah Lowell. Please, don’t venture out alone again; it’s too dangerous." As Quinn helped him into the ambulance, she spoke.

After the ambulance drove off, Quinn finally released a deep sigh as the crowd dispersed.

She glanced up to find Elias inspecting her thoughtfully, seemingly pondering sothing, as he still held the purple balloon, which made Quinn chuckle.

Mostly because she genuinely succeeded in saving the man.

"Let’s go." Taking the balloon from Elias’s hand, Quinn was about to walk again when Elias pulled her back.