Over the years, he has become less carefree, and his personality and temper have become too restrained. Despite this, he still cannot escape the constraints in the financial circle.

The doctor said that his body was very tired, but his mind was still struggling.

He just smiled brightly. EM was a group he founded, so how could he be willing to give up?

But if he really falls, em will also come to an end.

It will be attacked, swallowed up, and weathered until it can bear no more.

Ji Changmu remembered that he had not taken today's medicine yet, so he went to the water dispenser to get a glass of warm water, and took out the medicines one by one, increasing the amount.

He went to the doctor several times. The doctor knew that he was unwilling to perform surgery and increased the dosage of medicine, but he did not object.

The doctor also said that there is a difference between sooner or later surgery, and the longer it is delayed, the less optimistic it becomes.

At noon, Sister Cui personally delivered the cooked soup.

She also felt sorry for Ji Changmu and was afraid that he would not be used to eating outside, so she specially made soup. Of course, the prerequisite was Ji Changmu's permission.

Ji Changmu was dining alone in the restaurant, while Sister Cui was helping him serve soup.

His taste has always been tricky. Before Sister Cui, he had actually fired many housekeepers, servants, and chefs. Sister Cui did not have much education, but she was very loyal to him, took good care of him, and almost treated him like a relative.

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"Sister Cui, you seem to have been following me for many years." Ji Changmu sipped the soup with a deep look in his eyes.

"Yes, sir, why are you talking about this suddenly? Are you not used to drinking soup?"

"No, very good. I remember your son got married last year..."

"Mr. Ji, yes, it was last year. I got married early and my son was also early."

"Do you have a grandchild?"

Sister Cui smiled: "My wife is about to give birth."

"Very good." Ji Changmu nodded.

Sister Cui didn't know why. Did Mr. Ji want to fire her? Or was it just a simple greeting?

She didn't dare to talk nonsense. She always felt that after the New Year, there was no smile on Ji Changmu's face. Although the smile itself was a rarity for him, it almost disappeared this year.

How wonderful it was last year, when Miss Qiao was here.

At that time, Mr. Ji was like a living flesh-and-blood person who could laugh, lose his temper, and coax people. Occasionally, in order to make Miss Qiao happy, he would go shopping with her, buy New Year's goods with her, and teach her how to make tea.

She knew that Mr. Ji was under great pressure this year. It was not that she couldn't read the newspaper.

Ji Changmu drank the soup sent by Sister Cui very slowly. For some reason, his heart was clogged and his heartbeat was speeding up.

Suddenly, Ji Changmu's face turned pale and he coughed violently.

"Mr. Ji! Mr. Ji!" Sister Cui's face changed.

"It's okay, cough." Ji Changmu coughed several more times. When he took away the white tissue covering his mouth, he saw mottled blood spots on it.

Sister Cui also saw it!

She was frightened: "Mr. Ji, go to the hospital, go to the hospital and see the doctor! You are too tired!"

Fortunately, there were only two of them in the small restaurant. Ji Changmu waved his hand: "It's okay."

"Mr. Ji, have you been coughing up blood a lot lately? You really can't stop working so desperately. Go to the hospital!"

"It's okay, the doctor said it's okay." Ji Changmu smiled and comforted her, "Maybe I forgot to take medicine in the morning."

"Then you can't forget it again at noon."

"Um."

Sister Cui is very coaxing and coaxed her over with just a few words.
Chapter completed!