Cui Heming worked hard.
The competition in the market was fierce, and the pressure was increasing. A small company like his, which was in the software service industry, could only survive in the cracks.
It would be great if he could make a popular software and the company was acquired by a giant.
Cui Heming comforted himself with this reason every time.
But he also knew that it was just a daydream.
A small company was not as bloated as a large company, but Cui Heming, the nominal manager, was also on the frontline, enjoying the benefits of the 996s.
It would be great if it was really 996s.
It was the third day that Cui Heming did not go home. When he was tired, he slept on the sofa in the office. There were six other employees working with him.
As the manager, he had an independent office of more than ten square meters, and the other employees worked outside.
The office was filled with a "burnt" smell, which was a by-product of overworking the brain.
Everyone's temper unknowingly began to flare. Perhaps it was because of the pressure of work, or because they kept staying up late.
The company's coffee machine was no longer in use. After all, it took time to grind coffee.
Instant coffee and refreshing vitamin energy drinks became the theme for the past few days. Everyone desperately used these things to replenish their energy and keep themselves from falling asleep.
If the customers did not know what they needed, then they would create what they needed. That was Cui Heming's idea.
It was easy to come up with a concept, but it was extremely difficult to put it into practice.
It was not easy to have a job that paid for him to survive in a first-tier city.
Cui Heming made a cup of coffee and stared at the screen. He moved the mouse with his right hand and took a sip of the coffee with his left.
He forgot that the coffee was freshly brewed, and the water was very hot. He almost spat the coffee on the computer screen after taking only half a sip.
Cui Heming habitually pulled his ear with his hand, as if it could relieve the pain caused by the mild burn.
He seemed to be more energetic after being scalded. He picked up the vitamin energy drink beside him and took a big gulp.
Cui Heming did not know if it was a psychological effect or if the drink was really effective. He felt full of energy again and began to work hard.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.
Soon, there was the sound of glass shattering and a woman's scream.
Cui Heming was startled.
He hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and his blood pressure was high to begin with, so his reflexes were a few beats slower.
After a few seconds, Cui Heming realized that the roar coming from outside belonged to an employee named Zhou Qiang.
He was very capable, energetic, and rarely rested. He was Cui Heming's right-hand man.
What was going on? Cui Heming was puzzled. He opened the door with worry and anxiety.
Just as he walked out, a folder smashed on his head.
Cui Heming was furious.
"What the hell!" Cui Heming roared.
Zhou Qiang's eyes were bloodshot and filled with a sickly madness. He picked up all sorts of documents and threw them at his colleagues.
He was extremely irritable, like a trapped beast, doing all he could to make a final struggle.
"Catch him!" Cui Heming felt his blood pressure rise with a whoosh. He felt dizzy and the world was spinning around him.
After the aortic arch replacement surgery at the 912 half a year ago, he was afraid that a similar problem would occur.
Chief Zhao had repeatedly warned him to control his blood pressure. If he fell ill again, he would not be so lucky as to meet Chief Zheng.
He subconsciously covered his chest with his hand, but Zhou Qiang's' madness' in front of him made Cui Heming unable to control his blood pressure.
After a 'struggle', Zhou Qiang was finally under control, panting heavily.
"Chief Cui, what should we do?" an employee asked.
"What else can we do? Call 120!" Cui Heming leaned against the wall. He was really afraid that his aorta or other blood vessels would tear again due to the rise in blood pressure.
Zhou Qiang was held down, his hands and feet twitching non-stop. He was panting heavily. He probably did not even know what he was doing now.
Looking at Zhou Qiang's appearance, Cui Heming highly suspected that his mind had collapsed. F * ck! He hoped that he did not have any mental illness.
Although overwork would kill him, he would starve to death if he did not overwork. This was a dilemma.
There was no such thing as' easy 'in the adult world. If he had to describe it, Cui Heming felt that' isolated and helpless' was enough to describe his current situation.
Looking at the chaotic office and the extremely haggard employees who had stayed up all night, Cui Heming knew that he was in a worse state than them.
He had no choice but to go to the hospital. He tried his best not to think about the things that caused his blood pressure to rise.
Soon, the ambulance arrived. The doctors and nurses secured Zhou Qiang on a stretcher and carried him away.
Cui Heming sat on the floor and relaxed his mind. He tried his best to control his blood pressure so that he would not collapse.
What was wrong with Zhou Qiang? Cui Heming began to recall the question after he felt slightly better.
The answer was in his heart. Zhou Qiang's mind had collapsed due to the immense pressure from work.
Recently, there had been more and more news about people dying from overwork.
Cui Heming had a classmate who worked very hard in Guangzhou and owned four properties. After paying off the loan, he would be able to rent an apartment as his income, then retire and start a new life.
However, at the age of 35, he could not endure the pressure of life. A sudden heart attack took away all his dreams and reality. (Note 1)
He left behind his nine-month pregnant wife and six-year-old child.
These memory fragments appeared in Cui Heming's mind like a curse. They seemed to be related, but also not.
Was his blood pressure about to collapse? Cui Heming vaguely felt a little pain in his chest.
He glanced at the other employees who had gone to send Zhou Qiang to the hospital.
He struggled to stand up and returned to the sofa to rest for two minutes. Then, he began to measure his blood pressure.
The cuff inflated and the pressure increased.
Cui Heming had an illusion that he was on a plane with someone who gave him an infinite sense of security comforting him.
'It's okay. Relax. The problem will be solved when we get to Imperial Capital.'
Cui Heming let out a long sigh of relief when his blood pressure was normal.
But what was going on with Zhou Qiang? He thought for a moment and dialed the number of an employee.
After asking for the hospital he was sent to was 912, Cui Heming found Zheng Ren's number and dialed it.
"Chief Zheng.
"I have an employee who has gone crazy and is being sent to the emergency department of 912.
"Sorry to trouble you. My chest is a little stuffy … No, no, my blood pressure is normal. I'm fine. I'll be there soon. Please take a look for me.
After hanging up the phone, Cui Heming felt that life was really too difficult.
His classmates in his hometown watched him shine and had worked hard to make a name for themselves in Imperial Capital. But who would know of his own difficulties!
After lying quietly for a few minutes, Cui Heming slowly sat up. He did not dare to let his movements be too intense. If he really died here …
He did not want to die. No one really wanted to die.
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Note 1: Two weeks ago, a friend of a friend passed away just like that.
Silence …
Dear readers, take care of your health. Don't cultivate and stay up late. Don't be too stressed. Updating in the early morning every day was for everyone to get up early in the morning and have something to do when they were lazy in bed. They could start a new day happily.
It's not easy to live. Take care of your health.
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