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The smile on Peter's face disappeared, and he said helplessly, "I seemed to be too tired yesterday. I felt my heart uncomfortable last night, so I wanted to come here to have a look. In fact, I usually ask a private doctor to come to my house. Can you arrange it for me?"

"Don't worry." Jacob handed the business card to Peter and said, "Call me at any time."

He opened the register and said, "How about this? I'll make an ECG for you first, and then I'll make a nutritious plan for you according to the results, okay?"

For these rich people, it was nothing more than curing them when they had a disease, and keeping fit when they had no disease.

If there was really a disease, there would be no major problem missing after so many times of screening and private doctor's examination.

Health care was the theme of the whole Z Country, and Peter was no exception.

Sure enough, he nodded with satisfaction. "Yes, I don't want you to prescribe a lot of medicine for me. The previous doctors just like to prescribe medicine. Alas, all medicine have poisons, and the doctor who can only prescribe medicine is not a good doctor."

Jacob just smiled lightly and didn't interrupt.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the report, Peter couldn't help asking, "Is there anything wrong with my heart?"

"You always feel tired, probably because of age. In addition to daily health care, I also hope you can take heart-saving pills with you."

Once the time passed, there was nothing he could find out about the heart pro

levator door and said, "Silly girl, that's my bag for buying vegetables. There are so many change in it. Why does she carry it?"

Nancy got on the bus and pulled the bag.

Dumbfounded.

The bag was full of change with a strong market atmosphere.

Her eyebrows twitched.

"Miss, please find one dollar. I don't want a dime." The driver said.

Nancy felt like weeping but had no tears.

The new mobile phone her eldest brother bought for her;

The designer bag bought by her second elder brother;

And the materials that she had prepared for more than half a day, were all left home.

How could she be so careless to take out a shopping bag?

It was just the beginning.

When she got off the car, the driver closed the door before she could get off the bus, one of her feet was still on the bus.

"Crack."

The door was opened again soon.

Nancy quickly pulled out her foot.

Her foot was fine.

But the heel of her shoe was broken.

Nancy was about to cry.

She gritted her teeth and took off the other shoe on the roadside. She tried hard to break the heel.

"Crack."

The other shoe's sole was torn off along with the heel.

"How could it be like this?" She was going crazy.

The people on the road all looked at her.

She had no choice but to put on her shoes casually and pretended as if nothing had happened. She tried to walk elegantly to the He Group's office building.

She was dying. Her feet stepped on the road, and the gravels along the road made her delicate feet painful.