His nose bridge was prominent, his lips extremely thin and pale, and his figure was lean and slender, presenting an image of vulnerability and sickness that was immensely pitiable.
And there was a scrape at the corner of his eye, a line of blood slowly tracing its way down his pallid face.
Ye Lu's heart jolted.
This likeness made her think of someone, softening her heart instantly.
"Carry him onto my car, my car has more space, and take him to the hospital immediately," she ordered the head of her bodyguards in an indifferent tone.
The captain furrowed his brow: "Madam, this person's background is unknown."
"How much harm can such a frail person do? Just carry him on!"
With no choice, the bodyguard captain had the man lifted into the car. A blanket was spread out on the floor where they placed the man, and the car continued on its way.
