But he had nothing to be thankful for. At Yi Zhihua's age, he already had a body close to that of an old, weak, sick or disabled person.
Because it was difficult to do, the doctor's orders always sounded a bit alarmist. When Qian Xin went to get the medicine, his expression looked like he was carrying a bag of dynamite, and he finally felt regretful in his heart.
It's okay to eat a reasonable diet, exercise moderately, and quit smoking. It's just this routine that he doesn't care about.
The nine-to-five job and architectural design are two different worlds. He is afraid of death, but also... doesn't want to resign.
At this moment, Maxim Qian suddenly realized that this profession with a glamorous appearance and an addiction to overtime work had penetrated into every aspect of his life. It was not just a job to make a living, but the only skill he had in the past thirty years. As for To the extent that it is not technical, others need to judge.
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