Chen Mo's last memory was of being in the office building at three o'clock in the morning, his vision going dark, and the dazzling words "Project rejected, redo" on the computer screen.
When he opened his eyes again, the golden light almost blinded his titanium alloy dog eyes.
It's not the pale hospital light, but some kind of... Soft but ubiquitous glow, as if the entire room is made of warm jade and flowing golden threads. It feels cold and silky under the body, like the finest silk, but it also exudes a faint warmth. The air is filled with an indescribable fragrance, and after taking a breath, it feels like the tuberculosis caused by working overtime for thirty years can be instantly cured.
He sat up suddenly...
