"Recently, the patient is suffering from anemia, and the nutrition of the body needs to keep up with it. Besides, the sleep seems to be not very good, and the weight is somewhat low. Try not to take high exercise, especially to avoid going to bed late." The attending doctor looked at the body report and said.

Sufu is 1.72 meters tall, but her weight is only 80 Jin, which is a little low for her normal life.

Ke Yuan didn't expect that she was in such poor health. It seems that she needs a good rest.

So Sufu wakes up and gets a drip, then Ke Yuan takes her back to her apartment and orders her to have a good rest at home and not go to work.

Sufu had no choice but to sit on the bed and said, "I'm ok. I'm just too busy these days. I can go to work."

She's in good health, but she's sick without knowing what's going on.

Ke Yuan looked at her weak face and said, "the company can't run without you. You can have a good rest at home. You can't go to work if you weigh less than 90."

Ninety?

Sufu was slightly stunned, then stroked her forehead, "I haven't weighed more than 90."

Over the years, her weight has been around 80, up and down floating no more than two Jin, belongs to the lean constitution, how to eat does not seem to be fat, and her body is no big difference.

Ke Yuan pressed her shoulder to let her lie down, looked at her puzzled look, straightened up, the command tone is very strong, "you sleep first, I'll go to the company for a meeting, I'll be back at lunch time, call me if you have something."

Sufu watched him turn around and walk out, lying on his back with a slight sigh, but her eyelids were heavy, and her forehead was still hot when she felt it. She simply pulled up the quilt and turned over to sleep.

She just doesn't want to do anything.

At noon, when Ke Yuan came back, Sufu was still sleeping. She came forward and touched her forehead gently. Her fever had gone away. It seemed that the drip was very effective.

After bending his lips, Ke Yuan goes to change his clothes, goes into the kitchen, picks up the food and starts cooking

Sufu was awakened by a slight voice. Her nerves are sensitive. She can't sleep when she is not absolutely quiet.

Sitting up in a muddle, Sufu goes to the bathroom to wash her face, takes off her clothes and puts on an ordinary home skirt. She walks out with her slippers, smells the food and looks at the kitchen

Ke Yuan was standing there seriously cooking. His side face looked perfect, but he was wearing some soft. He was wearing a white T-shirt and trousers, and an apron was tied around his waist. He had a sense of disobedience.

She bought it a few days ago, but he really put it on.

Hearing the sound, Ke Yuan looked at her and saw her standing there, bending her lips. "Go wash your hands and eat."

Sufu stepped forward and sat on the chair at the bar. "It's just washed. Don't you go to the company?"

"It's OK to be at home when we've finished today." Ke Yuan put the last dish into the plate and put it on the bar. Looking at her weak appearance, a twinkle of heartache flashed through her eyes. "I didn't find that you were so poor, anemia, insomnia, very often?"

Now I found out that he didn't know much about her.

In the past, he would never take the initiative to pay attention to her, just like a habit. Sufu is like following his mobile phone at any time. Although he would not pay special attention to anything, he would take it with him every day.

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