Chang'an Medical Center

In a city, next to an old street that has gone through the baptism of time, a seemingly ordinary medical clinic is quietly there. The girl with bright eyes and white teeth sat quietly at the counter. The cup of osmanthus tea on the table had long since lost its heat, but she was still looking at the drizzle outside the window. After a long time, the girl's red lips opened slightly: "System, if I could choose life, I would rather live a simple life. A tea cup, a hut, an acre of fertile land, and a deposit of 100 million. " System: "......."