Su Mingyuan stood in the elevator with Qiao Yue in his arms, the woman in his arms seemed to be very uncomfortable, she had been frowning, cold sweat was constantly breaking out on her smooth and white forehead, and her ruddy and shiny lips had already lost their blood color at this time.

Qiao Yue's one hand tightly covered her abdomen, and the other hand tightly grasped Su Mingyuan's clothes, as if in this way, the pain could be reduced.

Su Mingyuan saw that Qiao Yue's lips had been tightly closed, even if it was so uncomfortable, she had always suppressed it and did not make a sound.

Looking at Qiao Yue, who was so fragile and uncomfortable, Su Mingyuan's brows were also deeply locked together, and he held her hand and subconsciously tightened it, as if he was holding a very precious thing.

This was the first time he had hugged Qiao Yue like this, only to find that she was so light, no wonder she looked so thin, what was she eating every day.

His gaze fell on Qiao Yue's hand covering his stomach, and his eyes sank even more.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Su Mingyuan strode out with Qiao Yue in his arms, walked directly to the car parked outside, opened the door, and put Qiao Yue on the back seat to lie down. Then close the door, walk to the front and get into the cab, and start the car directly.

The rear seat was very wide, and Qiao Yue was lying on it with her body bent over, and the strands of her scattered hair were already wet with sweat and stuck to the side of her bloodless face.

Su Mingyuan saw Qiao Yue's painful appearance from the rearview mirror, the hand holding the steering wheel was unconsciously retracted, his jaw was tight, his lips were slightly pursed, and a distressed look appeared in his dark and deep eyes.

It was already late at night, but fortunately there were not many cars on the road, and the car quickly arrived at the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, Su Mingyuan called Qi Han, and at this time, several doctors were standing outside the door waiting, and when they saw Su Mingyuan's car stopped, all the medical staff hurriedly surrounded him.

The nurse prepared an ambulance stretcher, but Su Mingyuan didn't pay attention to it, but directly carried Qiao Yue into the emergency room.

The doctor diagnosed Qiao Yue as having an acute gastritis attack, accompanied by anemia symptoms, Su Mingyuan heard the diagnosis, and looked at Qiao Yue's face that was slightly relieved by the intravenous drip, and his brows were still wrinkled.

"How is acute gastritis generally caused?" Su Mingyuan looked at the attending doctor and asked in a deep voice.

"There are many factors, such as alcoholism, long-term irregular diet...... the doctor said many causes, Su Mingyuan only listened to one, irregular diet.

Qiao Yue is allergic to alcohol, and alcoholism should be ruled out, and the only explanation is that she has an irregular diet.

After he left that abandoned villa eight years ago, he never saw Qiao Yue again, until he saw this name that he had sealed in his heart but never forgotten on Xingchen's new employee list again.

Later, Su Mingyuan heard that her mother died, and her father was also imprisoned later, but he never heard about Qiao Yue's news.

Su Mingyuan didn't know how she lived alone in the past few years, with long-term irregular diet, and anemia caused by nutritional deficiencies...... What kind of life did she experience, Su Mingyuan didn't dare to think about it.

"How can I get her body better soon?" Su Mingyuan asked the doctor bluntly, with obvious concern and concern in his tone.

Doctor: "Her symptoms have accumulated over a long period of time, so conditioning is also a long process, and she has to take it slowly, and it is not good for her health if she is too eager for quick success." ”

Long-term...... In the past years, how did she live, and didn't a person of her age know how to take care of her body?

In the senior single room, Su Mingyuan sat on the sofa on the side, looking at Qiao Yue who was lying on the hospital bed for infusion, under the warm light, Qiao Yue's pale face and frowning eyebrows made Su Mingyuan's eyes sink, he smoked a cigarette, but when he thought of something, he paused in his hand, stood up, and walked towards Chaoyangtai.