The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 190

The intense reaction caused Madelyn to vomit everything she had eaten that night. Her lower abdomen throbbed even more painfully, and she clutched the bedsheets while the needle came out of her vein. Margaret was shocked and quickly called for a nurse. Seeing the situation, the nurse had no choice but to switch to the other hand to administer the intravenous drip for Madelyn.

Margaret asked worriedly, “Miss, she’ll be fine, right? She’s in so much pain. Is there any other way to help her?”

The nurse adjusted the speed of the intravenous drip and said helplessly, “A strong reaction like this during a period is something we encounter in the hospital every day. We have done all we can. The only thing we can suggest is to drink more ginger tea or massage her lower abdomen. It might help alleviate the symptoms.”

After the nurse left, Margaret said melancholy, “Should I buy some ginger tea?”

Madelyn wanted to reach for water, and Margaret quickly handed it to her. Madelyn rinsed her mouth with water and then collapsed onto the bed, feeling utterly exhausted and weak. “Don’t bother. You should get some rest in the next room for a while. It’s almost dawn, and you’ll still have a busy day. Don’t tire yourself out.”

“Oh my. How can I sleep with you like this? Let me massage your lower stomach.” Margaret reached her hand into the quilt, and her slightly rough hand gently massaged Madelyn’s lower stomach through her clothes. “Does it feel any better?”

eyes and nodded,

now. When you wake up, you won’t

comfortably as Rosario did. So, Madelyn

until five in the morning, and the sun was almost up. Looking at the sleeping girl, Margaret withdrew her hand, flexed her tingling fingers, and

any

a broken hand, but this child has already gone through

then, Margaret saw someone appear at the door. She felt like she had seen a savior. The man walked in with a

Margaret’s eyes quickly

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all. I can totally see

fell on Madelyn, who was sleeping restlessly

pain that she fainted, and the painkillers aren’t working. She took a few extra pills, but she’s suffering from the side effects and there’s nothing we can do. I just massaged her lower abdomen, and it took a lot of effort to get her

dimmed even further. He looked at the intravenous drip on the rack, noticing three bottles still needing administration. It would

“Alright, Mr. Jardin. You have to watch over her carefully. The intravenous drip is