This martial saint is too generous

The fever has gone down a bit, and I have been doing the calculations. It is not a trick!

But autumn! season! flow! feel!

Don’t take it lightly, everyone.

The fever was almost 40 degrees, I couldn't stand up for several days, and my brain almost burned out.

It finally cooled down to 37 degrees, but a big bubble formed around my mouth, which hurt like hell.

I stopped working for four days this month, my 1,000 yuan subsistence allowance is gone, I spent a lot on infusions and medicines, and I can’t even eat. The humble little author is usually lazy and doesn’t save his manuscripts, so it’s his own fault.

If brothers can subscribe this month, please help the little author regain his blood.

Thanks.

Painful little author.