By the time all the inspections were completed, it was indeed already four-thirty in the afternoon.
Liuyun had a porridge at a Cantonese restaurant near the hospital at noon. When the hospital had a break at noon, he was not happy to go home. He wrote a manuscript on his mobile phone for a while in the outpatient hall.
Sitting next to him was an old man with limited legs and feet. He looked to be in his nineties. He took a wheelchair to the hospital, put the wheelchair away and put it aside, and sat next to Liu Yun with a cane.
Old people always smell stronger than young people.
Liu Yun felt a little nauseous. He was exhausted when writing manuscripts on his mobile phone. He couldn't write a few words for half an hour. He couldn't help but look at WeChat or see what interesting things were happening in the author group.
Inevitably distracted, he stood up and sat on the row of chairs opposite the old man.
At noon, the outpatient hall was relatively quiet, which was probably the only good thing.
Liu Yun is particularly envious of authors who can write manuscripts using mobile phones. It is said that some authors use mobile phones to write novels of more than one million words every day, and they have actually completed them using a mobile phone.
Liu Yun could only write some drafts and outlines on his mobile phone, and he would have to revise them repeatedly when he went back.
Some people also say that you don’t need to be too careful when writing online articles. If you are too careful, you will not be able to guarantee the update speed. But Liu Yun was used to being careful, and he didn't think it was such a troublesome thing to revise the manuscript four times.
The trouble he has now is that his hands are always shaking, and they tremble when he puts them on the computer keyboard.
If this problem cannot be cured, he will be disabled.
Seeing the old man sitting alone and quietly, Liu Yun thought about his future.
He may not be as healthy as he is in the future.
After watching for a while, the old man actually dozed off. Seeing that the crutches could no longer hold him up, he was about to fall forward. He was already thin, with wrinkled skin covering fragile bones. He didn't know how many bones he would break with this fall. .
Liu Yun put away his cell phone and immediately walked forward to support the old man who was about to fall.
"Thank...thank...hu..."
He opened his eyes vaguely, said this, then leaned back against the back of the chair and continued to sleep.
I don’t know whether he was in a coma or sleeping.
I always feel that I have reached the age where I will drive away without waking up at any time.
After returning to his seat, Liu Yun wanted to work hard for a while, maybe it would be good if he could write another paragraph. He had to prepare for stretching activities next week, which would inevitably delay his writing time.
Although he was not used to writing on his mobile phone, he still opened the writing software.
Who knows, the words I wrote before may not be saved, and all of them are lost.
The words I finally wrote down throughout the afternoon are now gone.
Liuyun was so depressed that he almost regretted coming to this place for medical treatment.
At this time, Chu Sisi slowly walked down the stairs and saw him looking sad in his seat, so she walked forward and said hello to Liu Yun.
Chu Sisi doesn't seem to be very interested in literature. Like most girls, she prefers ancient romance novels and fantasy stories, but is relatively indifferent to science fiction and Western history.
This is normal, girls.
"What did you check this morning?"
Chu Sisi's clear eyes were full of tenderness.
But Liuyun is not at all sensitive, curious, or sensitive about women. His understanding of women is far less than his understanding of making rockets.
"An electrocardiogram and cardiac ultrasound were performed."
"How's it going?"
"no problem."
"No problem at all? That's great."
Liu Yun didn't know what was wrong. It might be better if there was something wrong.
If you are sick, just take medicine. Even Alzheimer's disease will take a long time to become so serious that you can't write novels at all.
"You look a little irritable. What's wrong? Is it difficult to write a book?"
Of course it’s not easy. Many people think that writing novels is easy, as if they can write novels if they understand them. In fact, it is completely different.
If there weren't new people popping up every day wanting to take a bite out of novel writing, he probably wouldn't be so afraid to relax.
But forget it, you are used to it. If you want to achieve something in any field these days, you have to work hard.
Liu Yun, who has always written fictional novels, looked at the doctors in the hospital today, especially Muchun and Chu Sisi, and it was very different from what he imagined.
The two of them seemed very free, and they didn't know how many patients they could have in a day.
There are also people like this who earn a good salary but don’t have to work hard.
But it is so difficult to graduate from medical school, why not become a useful doctor? The psychosomatic department seems to be just a place where you don't know what disease you have.
Liu Yun wouldn't envy him if he was so boring every day, and his life would be meaningless.
"Is there no heart problem at all? Isn't there a little irregular heartbeat or something like that?"
Chu Si wanted to take a look at Liu Yun's electrocardiogram report, but Liu Yun had no intention of showing it to her.
"Is there anything you're unhappy about?"
When Chu Sisi asked, Liu Yun didn't know how to answer.
"Happy thing?"
he asked rhetorically.
"No, I'm asking if there have been any unhappy things recently? For example, you were rejected for a manuscript, the editor made things difficult for you, or I don't know what unhappy things happen to writers."
"There's nothing to be unhappy about."
Although Dr. Chu was very beautiful, the novel he wanted to write did not affect his heart more. Liu Yun was too lazy to think about Chu Sisi's words, and even wanted to find a reason for her to leave quickly.
I need solitude, I need to be alone, I need you to leave me alone.
Don't interrupt me while I'm writing my novel. That's not too much to ask.
Because he needs enough alone time, Liu Yun has almost canceled all social interactions in real life, and unnecessary social interactions are almost completely absent.
Whether it’s watching a movie or eating, I’m alone.
Online, he seems to be quite active, but in reality, sometimes he doesn't say a word for a whole day.
The brain is full of rotating gears, but the mouth is the unnecessary part.
But now, it would be nice if the ears could be closed.
"If you have anything unhappy, you can tell us."
"There's nothing unhappy about it. It's just that the draft I wrote before you came here was not saved in time, so it's all gone."
"Isn't this a big trouble?"
Chu Sisi frowned and blushed.
It's not her fault, why is she blushing, strange doctor.
Speaking of which, have you already graduated from medical school at this age?
He looks to be in his early 20s, is he an intern at school?
"Then you continue to work, and remember to come for follow-up consultation next week. Also, if you really feel uncomfortable, you can also come on Saturday morning. In fact, the psychosomatic department is also on duty on Saturday morning."
"I probably don't have time to come here again. I just came today."
And it’s of no use. Liu Yun didn't say the last sentence, but he probably wouldn't come again on Saturday. The inspection hadn't been completed yet, so what was the use of coming?
