Chapter 124

Three Jiang Reflections

Next week we'll be on Three Jiang, and I want to chat with everyone about something.

First of all, it's not about thanking someone, but rather to apologize, sincerely apologize.

But a few readers left comments saying the first few chapters are too toxic.

I was puzzled, so I went to check.

You wouldn't know unless you look; once you look, you'll be startled.

In the first few chapters, I followed a doctor's logical thinking and thought I explained things clearly. Moreover, as the opening, it needs to be concise, get into the plot, not waste words.

But looking back, the explanation truly wasn't enough.

Surgery live broadcast is completely different from Douyin live streams. No one cares whether the patient is beautiful or ugly, nor what the doctor looks like; the view is limited to the operating field.

Medicine is an evidence-based science, an experiential science; a few minutes of a Shou Bing recording can give doctors experience points, let patients avoid the fate of being test subjects—this cannot be counted.

I believe this is an undertaking of immeasurable merit.

This point wasn't explained clearly, so it's no wonder many readers dropped the book.

Thank you to the 14,000 readers who stayed, thank you for your tolerance and generosity.

An apology must be sincere; it's necessary etiquette. Without an extra chapter, what's the point of apologizing?

Next week, find a day to add an extra chapter.

One chapter? You're joking……but really, it takes all my effort to achieve this.

I truly have no manuscript buffer; I've been writing this book carefully, but there are still toxic points, such as the character Su Yun, who has drawn countless complaints.

Without explaining why this character appears or what they'll become, I still thank the readers who stayed for their tolerance and understanding; I've already worked hard and will work even harder.

Why don't I have a manuscript buffer?

For example, yesterday I hesitated for a long time and deleted a 13,000-word manuscript buffer. The buffer's content was about a couple arguing and ingesting paraquat.

Paraquat, drinking over 10ml, when arriving at the hospital the person shows no symptoms at first, but death is certain; there is no chance of survival.

This kind of human tragedy, I initially wanted to write to tell everyone… just argue, but never drink poison—some truly cannot be saved.

Although I think I wrote it somewhat moving, it's too oppressive.

Life is not easy; everyone is working hard. When reading, we should try to be as happy as possible; for these oppressive parts, if I can control the pacing I'll write a bit, otherwise I'll skip.

So, I no longer have any manuscript buffer.

Facing Three Jiang's four updates daily, plus needing to apologize with an extra chapter, Alexander.

Today I also have to go to Sheng Cheng for an academic conference; the weekend is also ruined.

However, I will work hard to tell the story and update diligently; please rest assured.

Next is the second point: let me talk about my admiration and love for Great Doctor Ling Ran.

Several years ago, several teachers said, you should write medical fiction; it would be good.

But I refused. Because writing medical fiction would involve many things I don't want to recall.

For example, hooligans… a reader commented, someone even went to the hospital with a stick to beat people? Drop the book!

I'm not depressed; actually I'm happy. The reader who dropped the book, undoubtedly you are happy, so I am happy.

When I first started work, there were countless car accidents and injuries every day. Such descriptions are indeed from over ten years ago or even earlier.

Before 2004, at least one major car accident had to be sent to our department's emergency rescue each week, yes, at least.

In 2005, the newly appointed police bureau chief strictly managed drunk driving, and car accidents obviously decreased. Afterwards, from calculating the cost of fights to now's various crackdown on organized crime activities, this phenomenon has indeed disappeared.

So you are fortunate, and I also wish you and everyone else, including me, could live in an era where one can go out alone at 2 a. m. to skewer meat; how wonderful that is.

Those readers who only complain about Shou Bing, treatment, etc., hospital life—it's regrettable. This is the fact. Honestly, if two doctors stood before you and you had to choose—one rigid and unexpressive but with superb medical skill, the other smooth-talking but… you don't need much explanation. Most doctors are the same: their lives are a few points on a line, on call, off night shift, and after a night shift they're usually already in the afternoon of the next day. Going home exhausted to death, who has time to show off?

Our peaceful life exists because countless unnamed doctors, police, firefighters, etc., silently protect us, allowing us to be safe and happy. Saying the protagonist is a walking system isn't wrong either; we will strengthen daily life descriptions—indeed, we're about to go to the capital to indulge.

I've said a lot of nonsense; because of such ugliness, I don't want to touch medical fiction.

But only this year did I see Zhiniao Village's Great One, Great Doctor Ling Ran.

Sunlight, upward.

Although there are also sore points, in the face of love, these sore points aren't a problem.

Before starting the book, my daily greatest joy was going to the chapter comments of Great Doctor Ling Ran, and together with other readers, chanting 'bah' while building up the floor.

I really like it a lot.

So, don't compare; Great Doctor Ling Ran is so mighty I can't even look up.

Once again, thank you to the Great Bright Deity of Zhiniao Village.

Next, let's discuss next week's update issue.

Tomorrow, that is Sunday starting, we'll have four updates daily at 2, 8, 14, 20 o'clock. The extra chapter will be posted whenever it's written; likely Monday or even later; I'll do my best.

Finally, and most importantly.

Finally, and most importantly.

Finally, and most importantly.

On Friday I consulted the editor; the surgery livestream room will be launched on December 21st (next Friday). Here, I still beg for subscriptions.

As a semi-veteran writer, I started writing intermittently in 2002, always flopping, until this book saw improvement.

Although so far I've only had one strong recommendation that's considered decent, I've also accumulated about 14,500 reader collections.

I hope the subscription-to-purchase ratio can be a bit higher; how much depends on the readers' support.

If you truly love it and need to fatten up, please remember the 21st, click to subscribe automatically; I'm infinitely grateful.

The book will soon get plump; please rest assured.

If financial conditions don't allow, please help by clicking the first-day subscription; estimated 4-5 chapters, over ten thousand words, the initial VIP is just a few cents.

If you still find it expensive, please help click to subscribe to the first chapter...

I've thought about it for a long time; after all, I'm not a professional, and my busy job makes me dread doing things like grabbing monthly tickets. Readers with monthly tickets can click the monthly ticket red envelope; one ticket is 500 Qidian coins, enough to read for a while.

For this book, before 2 million words, there's no need to grab monthly tickets; just your subscription is enough. If you can also add a few recommendation tickets, that would be even better.

Let's stop the nagging here; I made a big mistake. Your generous support keeps giving me positive energy, allowing me to write little by little carefully. Here, Jiu Gong expresses thanks.

Finally, I still beg for subscriptions; that's the hard data.