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"Hmm, I know that."
Zhang Hui nodded, looking at the body which Mai Xiaomai had finished dissecting and analyzing, and which she had stitched up with Gao Ming's superb suture technique, and said with regret, "This man was only 28 years old when he died of overwork. What a pity."
"Sigh, it's all due to the high-pressure life nowadays. Many young people, especially those who come to this city from elsewhere, in order to settle down and afford a house, have no choice but to sacrifice all kinds of entertainment and rest time, working themselves to death for their bosses, leading to both physical and mental exhaustion."
Mai Xiaomai heaved a sigh.
"Fortunately, Forensic Doctor Mai got married well, no longer having to worry about housing and cars and such."
Zhang Hui continued.
Mai Xiaomai smiled.
Now, in everyone's eyes, she truly married well.
However, if you exclude the divorce agreement three years later, she really did marry well.
