It will be on the shelves tomorrow and I will tell you a sad story.
A week before it was put on the shelves, my book was recommended, which was originally a joyful thing
But I got sick on the first day of the push
When I realized that I was sick, I felt very complicated. I really didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at this time.
I haven’t been sick in a year or two, so why did it happen to be the time when I was being recommended?
It's so funny, ugh...
very ill
Fever, headache, insomnia, along with anxiety...
In the dead of night, the noise in my head is like an electric drill, and I can't sleep at all.
Coughing violently, as if trying to cough out the soul
If a sick girl can turn into a beautiful girl, I swear I will bully her hard until she cries, no, cry until her tears run dry!
I thought I was still young and had unlimited physical vitality. I didn’t take any medicine on the first day. I took two pills casually on the second day and two more pills on the third day.
It turned out to be even worse on the third night...
Early on the fourth day, I had no choice but to drag my heavy body and head that was about to explode to a nearby private clinic.
At this time, my nose and eyes were like reservoirs that had opened their gates. Tears and snot came out with pain, so I had to carry a pack of good family style sanitary napkins with me. Bah, toilet paper, just put it in my armpit.
Alas, if I had known better, I wouldn’t have worn a big vest and shorts to tease the air conditioner.
But there is no regret medicine in the world
The doctor who received me was a very young doctor, in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was quite handsome. His clean white coat had a name tag hanging on it. His surname was Yang.
It's a pity that I'm a straight man. I thought it would be better if I was a beautiful doctor.
After confirming my symptoms, Dr. Yang patted my shoulder and seemed to squeeze it, but I didn’t think much about it at that time.
"It's a viral cold. I still have fever and I need an infusion."
"Oh, okay, everything depends on the doctor's advice." I was sick, but I was obedient like a good baby.
Dr. Yang smiled and went to prepare the intravenous drip. After a while, he came back with several bottles and hung them on the infusion pole.
He squatted in front of me, picked up my hand, and squeezed it twice
I felt a little uncomfortable and asked, "Isn't this kind of job for a pretty nurse sister?"
Doctor Yang smiled: "Look, there's no nurse here. She's a pretty little nurse. Young people only want good things, haha."
I glanced around the empty room. Indeed, in such a small clinic, where are the nurses? Look at me, I'm confused.
"But it's good to be so optimistic even when you're sick. I like..." Dr. Yang whispered again, but I didn't catch the next few words clearly.
If only I had heard clearly then
"Does Dr. Yang have a girlfriend?" I asked to divert my attention when I saw Dr. Yang picking up the needle.
Dr. Yang inserted the needle into my blood vessel, shook his head with a smile, and gently fixed the needle with medical tape. During this process, he accidentally touched my fingers and the back of my hand, but I was busy wiping my nose and didn't pay attention.
It was very quiet in the clinic. It was just Dr. Yang and I. We could even hear each other's breathing.
The process of infusion is very boring because my eyes are always watering and I can’t play with my mobile phone.
I had nothing to do, so I started chatting with Dr. Yang.
Unexpectedly, we got along very well and had the same hobbies. We both read online articles.
I was pleasantly surprised and shyly told him that I was writing an online novel and it would be on the shelves soon, and it would be the first time that it would be on the shelves.
After hearing this, Dr. Yang suddenly sighed
I took out a tissue and wiped away the tears and snot that had been pulled out. I found that Dr. Yang's face was filled with three parts surprise, one part nostalgia, one part loneliness and one part regret.
"Dr. Yang, what's wrong with you?"
In this short period of time, in this short but sincere, sincere and warm conversation, I have regarded him as a close friend. If a close friend is unhappy, of course he will try his best to help resolve it.
This is the value of a good friend
"I also wrote novels."
"Then why didn't you write it later?"
"Oh, it's okay not to say it." At this time, his face was filled with deepness.
"Tell me, it feels better to say it." As a close friend, I have to help him.
"My family members all said that I was not doing my job properly. They scolded me for being a good doctor and not working hard in a promising career. How much money could I make by writing bullshit novels? I was not convinced and never went back to school. Female My friend also broke up with me because of this incident, but I don’t regret it.”
I saw a clear tear streak on Dr. Yang's face, and his expression was very decisive.
Does he really not regret it?
I was stunned and suddenly realized something.
"Wait, you didn't graduate? Then your medical qualification certificate..."
"Oh, my medical skills and benevolence cannot be measured by a piece of paper," Dr. Yang showed disdain on his lips, and his tone turned cold, "Are you also that kind of superficial person?"
I thought what he said made sense. I felt ashamed and uncomfortable because of my vulgarity, so I quickly said sorry and handed him a few tissues.
When Dr. Yang took the tissue, his hands seemed to be shaking.
After wiping away the tears on his face, Dr. Yang gradually regained his composure.
"What novel did you write?" I asked him.
"You really want to know?"
"Um."
Dr. Yang saw the seriousness in my eyes and showed a trace of reminiscence.
""The Place of Habitat", "Spirit and Mind", "Strong and Weak", "Close Contact", "Intimate Assassin", "Lighting the Bayonet", "Tail Chase", "Stinging", "Broken Jade", "Golden Valley" "" About to Enter the Wine ", "Beyond the Rivers and Lakes"... and some others, I can't remember them clearly."
"Is it a literary novel?" I was in awe.
Just hearing the name makes me feel that it is not simple. The cultural level is far beyond mine, and I have written so many books. I am a master and a senior.
A strange look flashed across Dr. Yang's face, and he suddenly became a little shy.
"Roughly the same."
I suddenly realized that the opportunity was right in front of me
"Master, can you teach me how to write novels?" I said tremblingly.
"I have been writing novels for ten years, but I haven't made a dime. Instead, I paid a lot of contract postage."
"To be honest, I don't even have money for medical treatment. I only have 30 cents left on WeChat and I still owe 60,000 yuan in online loans. Please help me and save the child." I begged.
"Your sister didn't bring any money?" Dr. Yang was suddenly very excited and his tone changed.
"Brother, are you from Northeast China?" I asked after hearing that his words sounded a bit similar.
"Don't change the subject."
"Oh, okay, I don't have any money, but as long as you teach me how to write novels, and I become prosperous, then I will earn a million a month, and you and I will split it 50-50. Wouldn't it be wonderful?" My words were extremely sincere.
Dr. Yang had a sneer on his face.
"One million a month? Haha."
"Fifty-fifty split? Haha."
I assured him: "If you don't believe it, we can sign a contract."
"Forget it, tell me about your novel."
He must have wanted to test me, so I had to perform well and quickly expressed all my understanding of the online article.
After ten years of immersion, how can it be that time is wasting in vain? What he said was eloquent and eloquent, as if he was a great god, giving guidance to the country and scolding Fang Qiu, which was very satisfying.
I seemed to like this feeling. The more I talked, the more energetic I became. My face was rosy, my eyes were bright, my head ached no more, and my illness was cured. It was really amazing.
However, Dr. Yang interrupted me impatiently.
"Okay, okay, tell me the title of the book."
I smacked my lips, not knowing what I wanted to say, so I said the title of the book rather shyly.
After hearing the title of the book, Dr. Yang was slightly startled.
"Which station has the book?"
"Occupy the Chinese website."
"Hiss, I've read your book."
"What a coincidence?" I was surprised and happy at the same time. "What do you think of what I wrote?"
Doctor Yang's expression suddenly became very strange.
"Jiejie, you don't want your parents, classmates, and friends to know about your novel writing, right?"
"What?" I turned pale instantly, "You don't want that kind of thing. At least wait for me to write for another ten years."
Dr. Yang's smile became even weirder.
"Jie Jie Jie, you don't want me to read pirated copies as your reader, do you?"
"Don't, I beg you, don't watch pirated copies, subscribe to me. As long as you subscribe to me, I will do anything." If it weren't for the needle in my hand, I would have knelt down in front of him.
"Hoho, you are willing to do anything you say, right?"
Dr. Yang's smile became even more proud and evil.
I had a vague premonition that it was not good, but in this broad daylight, under the clear sky, he still dared to know the law and break it!
So I nodded firmly.
Facts have proved that people always learn lessons after suffering a loss. Maybe this is the inevitable pain of youth.
It hurt, it hurt so much that I left the clinic holding my butt.
It turns out that Dr. Yang, in order for me to resume updating as soon as possible and prepare for the outbreak, proposed to give me a spanking injection, saying that the effect is very powerful and it heals quickly.
After thinking about my lovely readers, I gritted my teeth and accepted it.
For the sake of the one you love, bear the burden and bear the sorrow alone
This is a man’s consciousness
After returning home, I kept vomiting, vomiting and having diarrhea. Sometimes I vomited while holding the toilet, and sometimes I defecated while sitting on the toilet. I also had a high fever all over my body.
I knew that the medicine was taking effect, and I would be fine if I got through it. I gritted my teeth and persisted, and my consciousness finally gradually blurred.
When I woke up again, it was already late at night, and I slept for more than ten hours
By this time my illness was indeed cured
I sat down in front of the computer and waited for it to turn on. My heart was filled with gratitude.
Dr. Yang’s medical skills are really great.
I can't help but admire
I am so happy to be able to update for my lovely readers again.
When I think of them, I feel happy
I love them, wryyyyyyyy——
Oh no, I called it wrong, try again
I love them, MUMUMUMUAAAAAAAAA——
When I went out to make soy sauce the next day, I found that the clinic was closed. I heard from people nearby that the clinic was closed because it did not have a medical certificate, but the clinic had already escaped.
I heard from them that Dr. Yang used to live in Foshan, Guangdong, and was nicknamed "Foshan Dermatitis Tong". He used to sell ancestral secret recipes on the street, specializing in treating itchy skin and allergies. He also sold plasters to give people injections. Isn't this nonsense?
I smiled after hearing this and turned around quietly to leave
Oh, how did they know that the masters are among the people?
I think Dr. Yang was just like me when he left.
Come quietly, go quietly
Like the light rain on a spring night, it moistens things silently, does not disturb a leaf, and does not disturb the sweet dreams of new shoots.
There is a long way to go, I hope you will cherish it
.
What does this final story tell us?
First, don’t face Hayate wearing a vest and pants, because you are not Yasuo
Second, go to bed early and get up early, eat on time, and be a good baby
First, don’t put it off when you’re sick. Take medicine when it’s time to take it and get injections when it’s time. It’s best not to go to a deserted small clinic.
Fifth, when writing a novel, you must save the manuscript
Eighth, don’t easily tell others that you are writing a novel
Ninth, subscribe to me and comfort my wounded heart
Finally, if you encounter someone who is smiling, run away quickly! Unless you are Xiao Yan
