Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 224: His Gentleness

She had always suffered from nstrual pain, but she didn’t expect it to be this severe this ti. Luckily, she had roughly calculated the dates and brought so painkillers with her.

The second scene involved Quinn Lockwood being chased by a group of n in black and hiding, which was quite physically demanding. The director planned to change the scene, but setting up again would have delayed them by several hours.

" It’s okay, Director, I’m feeling much better; let’s start filming now." Quinn forced a smile and looked at the director, pretending to be relaxed.

Usually, on the first day of her period, one painkiller would be enough to make her stomach stop hurting, but today, the pain was so bad that even the painkiller didn’t help.

However, Quinn didn’t want to end today’s filming like this; one reason was that she had just joined the crew today, and another was that she didn’t want to back down and give up because of the pain.

It’s just a stomachache; she had been through a hundred tis worse than this.

She changed into a light purple gauze dress, picked up a sword, and, simultaneously fought with and dodged the n in black while running.

"Stop struggling in vain; you won’t get away today." The leader of the n in black, wielding a knife, closely followed Quinn.

Quinn gently tapped the ground with her toes, then spun and leaped into the air, throwing a dart at the n in black before disappearing into the depths of the long alley.

"Damn it." Holding his shoulder, the man in black glared harshly into the depths of the alley.

"Okay, cut." The director nodded in satisfaction and announced a break for everyone.

At that mont, Quinn’s stomach felt as if soone was kicking it hard, and the sweat was sliding uncontrollably down her cheeks. Even the blush couldn’t cover her pale face.

"Wasn’t that quite good? What was all the fuss about just now?" Wendy covered her nose and lightly sneered as she spoke, while a few of her followers chid in.

Quinn, clutching her stomach, struggled to walk to the chair with the help of her assistant. However, before she could sit down, everything went black, and she collapsed straight to the ground.

"Savannah Lowell, Savannah Lowell? Quick, help Savannah to the couch." The assistant quickly called over a few onlookers, and after helping Quinn to the sofa, the assistant hurriedly called Elias Sinclair to inform him of the situation.

Indeed, this assistant was arranged by Elias Sinclair in the crew.

Elias Sinclair was on his way to the set when he received the assistant’s call. He imdiately floored the accelerator and reached the set in less than five minutes.

"What happened?" Elias swiftly approached Quinn, looking at her pale face and tightly closed eyes, his expression suddenly darkened.

He scooped Quinn into his arms, his brow furrowed, gave the crew a cold glance, and quickly walked out.

"We’ll settle this later."

The staff who had sarcastically mocked Quinn earlier were now frozen in place, too scared to move. They hadn’t expected Quinn’s condition to be so serious, and judging by Mr. Sinclair’s expression, he seed to care deeply about her.

"Mr. Sinclair’s expression was terrifying; are we going to get fired? I’ve just joined the crew and can’t afford to lose my job!" Ivy anxiously grabbed Grace’s hand, filled with fear.

"I don’t know either; let’s leave it to fate." Grace, looking in the direction Elias left, was also filled with worry.

Elias took Quinn to a luxury hospital room, and after the doctor hung the IV for Quinn, Elias sat by the bed, waiting for her to wake up.

"Go to Succulent and get so sea bream soup and assorted porridge, make sure it’s light." Elias walked to the door, called the assistant, and turned to see Quinn still pale and asleep.

At this mont, a doctor and nurse ca to check on Quinn, opened the recently retrieved test results, and said to Elias: "Sir, your wife is already weak, with too much cold in her body, combined with anemia and being too slender, leading to this severe nstrual pain."

"Don’t underestimate nstrual pain; when severe, it can be worse than death."

"May I ask about your wife’s usual lifestyle habits? Such as, does her work often expose her to cold environnts, or does she stay up late, or have excessive stress?"

"All of the above, I guess." Elias wasn’t aware that Quinn fainted from nstrual pain; after hearing the doctor’s explanation, he subtly frowned, a trace of unnaturalness appearing on his face.

"That’s not good. She’s so young to have such severe nstrual pain and anemia. If you plan to have children in the near future, the reaction might be worse. Do you have plans for children soon?" The doctor asked Elias seriously.

Elias frowned, his Adam’s apple moving slightly unnaturally, and replied softly, "No."

The doctor’s expression relaxed significantly upon hearing this. He wrote sothing on the dical chart and then said, "That’s good; this girl’s body really needs proper care. I’ll prescribe so dication; take it every night after you get ho. Rember to take good care of your wife, have her rest more, keep her mood joyful, and avoid too much cold water and cold food."

After briefly explaining dietary issues, the doctor and nurse left the room.

Watching the person sleeping on the bed, Elias’s face once again took on an unnatural light red color. He turned and went downstairs, returning with a shopping bag filled with various nstrual pads and disposable body warrs.

After heating up a warr, he gently placed it on Quinn’s lower abdon, sitting beside her and watching over the weak Quinn, his gaze gradually softening and filling with tenderness.

"Uh..." At this mont, Quinn curled up and tried to hold her stomach. Feeling a warm sensation in her abdon, she couldn’t help opening her eyes.

What she saw was a smooth, fair, and handso face.

"Elias Sinclair? Am I... in a hospital?" Slightly turning her head to look around, Quinn recalled what had just happened and couldn’t believe she fainted from nstrual pain.

It must have been this man who brought her to the hospital, she thought, and a slight smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. But when her eyes fell on the shopping bag beside the bed, she was slightly stunned.

"Is this... did you buy this?"

"I didn’t know which kind to buy, so I had the clerk choose a few kinds." His eyes flickered with a hint of unnaturalness, then resud his calm tone as if devoid of any emotion.