Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 177: Chapter 177

"Don't be like this. I'm not that fragile. This is the company," I reminded her softly. My face was pale from the pain in my lower abdomen, and even my voice sounded weak.
Quinn frowned and hugged me even tighter. "Take the special elevator to the underground garage. I'll send you home."
At this point, I couldn't refuse anymore. I could only let Quinn carry me into the elevator.
Quinn placed me in the passenger seat when the elevator arrived at the underground garage. Then, he took a hand warmer from the trunk and handed it to me. "Warm my abdomen."
"Why did you prepare these in the car?" I was a little surprised.
Quinn fastened my seatbelt as he said, "It was George who reminded me. Coincidentally, I sent a message to contact him and asked him to drive to our house to wait."
I nodded. I took the hand warmer and placed it on my lower abdomen. The warm feeling eased me a lot.
Quinn started the car. I looked at his handsome side profile and pretended to ask him casually, "You and George have known each other for a long time, right?"
Perhaps I thought of York's words or it was because of my curiosity, I asked, "I'm curious about what kind of person George is. If you ask him to help me recuperate, I'll have to interact with him in the future."
Quinn smiled and replied, "George was born into a family of traditional doctors. He's very professional and has a good temper. Don't worry."
I smiled too. "Since you think so highly of him, George must have a lot of patients, right? If you order him around all day, won't it affect his ability to take care of other patients?"
Quinn said, "I only hope that you can get better as soon as possible. As for his work, it's not my concern."
Not long after, the car arrived at its destination.
George had already arrived. Different from his attire at the last dinner in the restaurant, he was dressed in a casual suit featuring a blue and white embroidered pattern, paired with black trousers, and carrying a medicine box.
His outfit, combined with his unique demeanor, indeed offered a refreshing impression, reminiscent of a protagonist straight out of an old story.
"Have you been waiting long?" Quinn greeted George.
George shook his head. He glanced at me and said, "I just arrived. Let's go in first. Mrs. Madden doesn't look too good."
Quinn supported me and quickly entered the bedroom.
"Could I take your pulse?" George opened the first aid kit, took out a pillow cushion, and placed it in front of me.
"Thank you." I took the initiative to place my wrist on the cushion.
George's fingers were slender and professional. While taking my pulse, he asked me about the quality of my sleep over the past few days and if there were any anorexia on my diet.
I answered truthfully, "It's true that I don't sleep well. It's very difficult for me to fall asleep. Perhaps it's because of my period. My temper isn't as good as before. I'm sensitive and irritable. As for my diet, although it's not to the point of anorexia, my appetite is clearly not as good as before."
George nodded, indicating that I could lie on the bed. "Besides the issues with your uterus, your spleen is also not in good condition. You have a severe cold in the uterus and damp-heat in the spleen, and your liver fire is somewhat excessive. Recently, whether it's the stress of life or work, you might be more stressful. Otherwise, you won't be depressed."
As he asked, he took out the silver needles specially used for acupuncture.
"After that, she will be recuperating at home. It will also be convenient for you to nurse her body," Quinn took the initiative to say.
George nodded. "That's for the best. I'm going to perform acupuncture now. It can stop the pain and also ease the uterus and spleen."
In the following time, George performed acupuncture on me, and my pain was quickly relieved.
When the acupuncture was over, Quinn was about to ask about the follow-up treatment plan when his phone rang and interrupted him. I motioned for him to take the call first.
"George, take care of her. I'll be back soon after taking this call," Quinn reminded George before he left.
Actually, I guessed that it should be related to the Dazzling Project. That was why Quinn avoided me.
"Okay." As George agreed, he had already put away the acupuncture box and started to write the prescription on the coffee table.
"These traditional medicines are all pre-measured. After I prepare them, they need to be decocted before taking," George said as he archived the prescription and began retrieving medicines from his portable medicine box. He then spoke to me, "Please call your housemaid over. I need to instruct her on the specifics of how to decoct the medicine."
I nodded and called the maid over. George carried the prepared traditional medicine and chatted with the maid as he walked to the kitchen.
Coincidentally, Quinn walked over from the balcony after answering the call. "The Dazzle Group's upper echelons are holding an emergency meeting in half an hour. I have to rush back first," Quinn explained to me.
"I'm feeling much better. Dr. Johnson is here. Go quickly." I gestured for Quinn not to worry about me.
George was teaching the maid to brew my traditional medicine, so he didn't realize that Quinn was about to leave.
When he returned to his room, he realized that Quinn had disappeared. "Where's Quinn?" he asked me.
I explained softly, "There's an impromptu meeting."
"That's his personality. If he's worried about someone, he'll do everything he can to treat them well." George felt that his words were inappropriate. Before I could react, he changed the topic. "The medicine has been brewed. It might not taste good. However, good medicine is bitter. It's important to persevere."
I said to him, "Thank you, Dr. Johnson."
"You don't have to be so polite to me," George said with a smile. He looked at me and suddenly said, "I'm indebted to Quinn, so I'll do my best to take care of the people he asked me to take care of. You can rest assured too. I'll take good care of your body."
I was a little surprised. The word "too" was especially subtle. I suddenly thought of Clarissa.
I subconsciously asked him, "Who else did Quinn ask you to take care of?"
George looked at me in surprise and asked, "Don't you know Clarissa?"