Su Nan went in and asked for a glass of wine, but didn't say much. On the round stage, there was a woman singing quietly with a guitar, her voice was hoarse and low, and she put on heavy makeup, and she couldn't tell what she was like.

But there is always a lazy and disdainful aura.

Seeing Su Nan staring at him, the bartender on the bar smiled and introduced:

"That's our boss."

Su Nan raised his eyebrows and drank a sip of wine: "Singing is so nice."

The bartender nodded with a smile.

But Su Nan thought about things absent-mindedly and drank glass after glass.

Soon, the bartender realized something was wrong.

After the female boss finished singing the song, she was called by the bartender.

"Boss, this person is drunk too much, we don't know him..."

Ning Yue squinted her eyes and looked at her for a while, and the more she looked more familiar.

She thought about it and then went over and patted Su Nan on the shoulder:

"Hey, if you drink too much, we can help call your loved ones. Who do you want to contact?"

She had no worries, so she took out Su Nan's cell phone and pulled her hair to unlock it.

Su Nan narrowed her eyes, her eyes were a little confused:

"Call my husband, please."

Ning Yue nodded, but a little curiosity flashed through her. Such a young and elegant girl was actually married.

However, looking at the bag and wear she carried with her, I knew that she was not from an ordinary family.

But she searched all the address book and did not have the title of "husband" or "dear".

In the end, I had to find the last contact number and call it.

"Miss Su?"

Ning Yue: "I am not Miss Su. Miss Su has drunk too much from me. If you are convenient, can you notify her family to pick it up?"

The other party was silent for a few seconds: "Please wait, I'll go there now. Please ensure her safety before I go there."

"certainly."

Qiao Ming arrived soon. Ning Yue looked at the person who came. She looked about forty years old, gentle and gentle, wearing glasses, and couldn't tell any profession.

Qiao Ming smiled, "Thank you for taking care of her, I took the person away."

Ning Yue nodded.

Qiao Ming took Su Nan away.

When he got into the car, he was about to contact Su Qi to pick up the person, but suddenly he looked at the person sitting next to him and accidentally rolled up his sleeves when he was helping her.

The traces left on the arm shocked Qiao Ming.

He subconsciously turned on the lights in the car and looked at the traces on her originally white and tender skin, hideous and uneasy.

Qiao Ming's face changed.

He looked up to Su Nan's mental defense. She was not as calm as she was on the surface.

Once she has had self-harm, her tendency to depression is very serious.

Looking at the traces left, there shouldn't be such self-harm recently, but it's enough to make him feel guilty and annoyed.

He was too careless and should have guided and communicated with her in-depth manner long ago.

Qiao Ming felt a career crisis. If something happened to Su Nan, he would not be able to explain to the Su family no matter what.

He thought about what Su Nan said to him today, and his heart paused slightly.

He put down his cell phone, started the car directly, and went to a nearby hospital.

She was sent directly to the emergency room, and someone was given a stomachache for the reason of alcohol poisoning. By the way, she also had a full body examination and sent to the ICU.

Qiao Ming took Su Nan's cell phone and searched all the address book, but couldn't find Shang Qian's phone number.

I just hesitated slightly on one of the numbers without the name marked.

As a psychiatrist, he seemed to subconsciously feel that this phone number was extraordinary to Su Nan.

Be careful, you don't even dare to let people know the name.

He plans to take a bet.

So he called directly.

The other party quickly started to pick it up, his voice hoarse:

"Sun Nan?"

Urgent, and surprised.

Qiao Ming seemed to feel that he had bet right, suppressing his excitement, and his voice was calm:

"Hello, do you know the owner of the phone?"

"Yes, who are you?"

Qiao Ming: "I am a bar staff member. This guest was taken to the hospital because he was drunk, but we couldn't contact her family. If you know her, can you come here?"

Although Qiao Ming's words were full of loopholes, Shang Qian didn't have time to think so much.

He was anxious in an instant.

"Hospital? Which hospital?"

"Just on Century Avenue, the ward number is 809."

"Okay, I'll be here soon."

Shang Qian's voice was no longer difficult, all of which were anxious and worried.

Hang up the phone.

Qiao Ming followed him back to the ward.

Her doctor came over, "Sir, the patient has no problem. After the stomach washing is completed, the alcohol in her blood has dropped. It's enough to wait until the bottle of medicine is finished, but it's better to stay for one night."

Qiao Ming smiled, "Okay, I think this is the best, I'll go through the procedures."

It was already evening and there were quite a lot of people.

It took a long time to queue up.

When Qiao Ming went back, he watched the person with a cane on the floor anxiously looking at the ward number and looking at the person inside through the window.

For some reason, he intuitively felt that the person in front of him was Shang Qian.

He is really back.

When Su Nan told him in the afternoon, Qiao Ming didn't believe it for a moment.

But now, he felt that the bet was right!

He walked over with a smile: "Hello, are you looking for Miss Su?"

"yes."

Although Shang Qian looks gentle and elegant, handsome and beautiful, the aura he exudes makes people feel a vague feeling of oppression.

There was deep worry and anxiety hidden in his eyebrows, but he was well concealed by him.

Qiao Ming smiled and took him to the door of the ward, then opened the door:

"This is the person you are looking for?"

Shang Qian walked over unsteadily.

Looking at Su Nan, who had her eyes tightly closed and her face was a little too pale, her heart suddenly felt as if someone had been scratched by a knife.

His throat moved slightly, his face changed, and he restrained his surging emotions.

"How is she?"

Qiao Ming sighed, "Which aspect are you referring to?"

Shang Qian turned to look at him, his eyes as heavy as ice.

Qiao Ming smiled, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over:

"Mr. Shang, I am her psychiatrist, please give me some advice."

Shang Qian's eyes trembled violently, and his pupils instantly shrank.

That micro-expression is fear and shock.

When I saw antidepressants in the apartment before, the shock was enough to make him frightened.

Now when he faces the psychologist, he suddenly has a bad premonition.

During this period, his departure and Su Nan's life must have undergone earth-shaking changes!

Can he afford this change?

He almost couldn't hold on to his expression and looked down at the business card.

It says "Qiao Ming, psychological counselor".

Shang Qian's face was gloomy for a moment, but he nodded and looked at the other person deeply:
Chapter completed!