Chapter 110: Hand Cut, But Still Writing Ten Thousand Words a Day; This Time I Ask for Monthly Votes with Complete Justification

My hand got cut, but I'm still writing ten thousand words a day; this time I'm asking for monthly votes with complete justification.

At noon, while slicing meat with a long, thin knife used for cutting meat, I sliced the fingertip of my left middle finger, cutting in about one-third of a centimeter.

My first thought was, damn, I just posted and might not be able to write ten thousand words in a couple of days because of diarrhea, and now I've cut my hand; this time I definitely won't be able to continue writing ten thousand words a day.

But if I say this, will the readers think I'm acting?

It shouldn't be that absurd, right?

However, I didn't have time to think much because there was animal fat on my hand, so I first put my hand under the kitchen sink, forcefully stroked my arm downwards, squeezed the blood, and tried to squeeze out the dirty stuff from the wound (this trick was taught to me by the book "Great Physician Ling Ran: Past Events in Hand Surgery").

At that time, the sink was full of blood when I squeezed, but that picture couldn't be posted.

Then I applied a band-aid and went straight to the hospital; at this point, I thought more clearly.

Writing ten thousand words a day can be interrupted, but the period of rising rankings is too critical; handle it well, let the wound recover smoothly as soon as possible, and resume writing ten thousand words a day as soon as possible.

Bandaging, tetanus shot; the doctor was very professional, first doing a skin test before giving the injection.

Hmm, when getting the injection, I realized that humans' fear of injections forms in early childhood, and this psychological mechanism will last a lifetime.

Sigh.

I don't mean to play the victim; while being bandaged, I told the doctor, "My job requires typing, Physician, please bandage it thinner, thank you."

After returning home in the evening, I originally planned to write six thousand words and just make do.

But sitting in front of the computer, I wasn't willing to write only six thousand words anymore.

A few days ago, when I announced the extra update rule that one extra update would be added for every rank rise, a reader asked, "Don't you want to live?"

Chang'an replied, "I want to change my fate."

Sitting in front of the computer, Chang'an thought of Yulou, and thought of the plot outline that had already been written.

Yulou must cultivate the Tracing Pulse Gui Water Qi amidst suffering, thus step by step achieving his great cause.

What about me?

As an author, what about me?

When heaven is about to confer a great responsibility~

The fragrance of plum blossoms~

Sigh.

Oh my, the East Asian self-PUA superman.

Then, from a little after six o'clock until past midnight, I didn't dare to play on my phone, didn't touch a single fish, and wrote a full ten thousand words.

At first, the gauze the doctor bandaged made my left middle finger easily press four keys or five keys at once, affecting my speed.

But man makes his own luck; after writing for over an hour, I adapted to the rhythm of my left hand being half-disabled.

Take it slow; if you walk, you will arrive; just like that, bit by bit, I completed another ten-thousand-word day.