Fu Chengyu has not slept for forty-seven hours.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, the night view of the entire capital city seemed to have been splashed with gold powder, and it was so prosperous that it was dazzling. He sat on a leather swivel chair and tapped his knuckles on the table rhythmically. The merger plan spread out in front of him had already turned to page 32. He remembered every data clearly, but he still read it again from beginning to end.
It's not because I'm worried.
It's because I can't sleep and feel uncomfortable being idle.
"Mr. Fu, the medicine has been placed on the table." Su He pushed open the door and came in, placing a glass of warm water and two sleeping pills on the corner of the table, then silently stepped back two steps and stood outside the invisible "safety line".
After following Fu Chengyu for six years, Su He knows his rules better than anyone else - don't speak more than ten words, don't stand closer than two meters, and don't do things for more than three minutes.
Fu Chengyu glanced at the two pills and did not move.
"Did you increase the dosage?"
"Doctor Chen said you can try it."
"I slept for four hours last time when I increased the dose, and I had a headache all day after I woke up." Fu Chengyu pushed the medicine aside and said in a calm tone, as if he was saying that the weather was good today, "Get another doctor."
Su He sighed in his heart without showing it on his face: "Okay."
This is the seventh sleep specialist to be replaced this year.
