Chapter 1637: Stone More

Shi Geng

September.

After opening the book, it's almost been a year, through wind and rain, I didn't expect my typing state curve to rise; now I feel particularly great.

First, let me tell a joke.

A few days ago I told two friends that I now have an illusion that what I write in the livestream seems better than House.

Well, of course I was severely looked down upon; they directly told me that it's just an illusion.

If it's an illusion, it's an illusion; if there's a mistake, I'll correct it. I'll draw on the experience and strive to make the next little piece even better.

Next up are two major cases.

The pace is too fast—whether it's the plot or the updates, frankly I feel it's a bit breakneck.

At the beginning of the web novel's setting, the existence of the Big Pig Trotter meant Zheng Lao Ban could tell at a glance. This severely hindered the plot's twists and turns. But I couldn't think of any solution, such as letting the Big Pig Trotter temporarily hibernate.

Because the actual situation doesn't allow it.

Yesterday in this chapter, a reader complained, saying that without Chang Yue managing patients, Zheng Lao Ban would have already...

Exactly, this is the significance of originally setting up Chang Yue's existence.

And the actual situation wouldn't let Zheng Lao Ban make consecutive diagnostic errors to increase drama. In the domestic medical environment, doctors are held to excessively strict standards, always expecting each doctor to surpass House.

It's a bit absurd, but that's the fact.

Why keep mentioning House? Because the case I'm about to write is the one mentioned a few days ago in a single chapter: a German professor encountered a difficult problem, finally got inspiration from House, cured the patient, and the article was published in Willow Leaf Blade.

The pace is too fast, updates too fast; I originally thought it would take about ten days to get there, but it's only been three or five days.

Let's keep speeding ahead.

My attitude is the same as Zheng Lao Ban's temper—like a rock, hard and solid. I guarantee ten thousand words, with occasional extra updates, aiming to be the part-time writer with the most updates.

This original intention has never changed.

After starting the book, Zheng Lao Ban has blessed me, and I haven't had any serious illness—no high fever or twisted waist that keeps me in bed.

The biggest bout of discomfort was the day Sir Li Yifei rewarded the Silver Grand Alliance. The whole person was dazed, lost spirit.

Yesterday I had mild cold symptoms; this morning they worsened, but now they seem okay, hoping there's no problem.

Chit-chat over, back to work.

At the start of the month, I'm asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket.

Jiu Gong, 90°.