Chapter 860: Zao Lao tou zi, not bad, not old, still able to eat!

Zao Lao tou zi, not bad, not old, still able to eat!

April, monthly ticket ranking ninth, a perfect finish.

At the month's start, I began soliciting votes; some book friends asked, "At month's end there's double, you don't want it?"

That's how it is: as a newcomer with a new book, where could I get the tight urban recommendation resources? No recommendation means no exposure, and no exposure means no staying power.

The monthly ticket ranking is a strong list. To secure a place on it is equivalent to a pretty good recommendation spot.

As a newcomer with a new book, don't even think about topping the monthly ticket ranking against the odds; as the somewhat pressured old guy Zao Lao tou zi, I just want a recommendation spot.

Speaking of the monthly ticket ranking, over a decade ago Z University debuted, infinite flow burst onto the scene, fighting for the monthly ticket ranking until the sky darkened and the earth grew dim; Mao Ni, honored adult, won the annual monthly ticket championship for twelve years, with four books simultaneously in the top fifty of the monthly ticket ranking, becoming a phenomenal grand event; in May a year ago, the son-in-law, with the odd posture of having more single chapters than the main text, with the help of the book friends led by Smoke Ash Dimly Fell, Big, reached the top of the starting point of the monthly ticket ranking for a single month.

These gossip tidbits just thinking about them make the blood boil.

It's May Day, the new month seeks a guaranteed monthly ticket. Zao Lao tou zi, not bad, not old, still able to eat!

Gritting my teeth, I must also guarantee seven updates in seven days.

Today's seven updates have been offered; I ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket.

I originally wanted to post the single chapter a bit later, but while writing tomorrow's update, I came upon a rare disease and broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

Let's chat with everyone, to ease the fright.

Um… I'm not holding back; I'm writing about malignant high fever. It's not unexplained fever, but malignant high fever.

Writing this, I sincerely feel that these years as a doctor, with no mishaps, are truly fortunate.

Hmm, Zheng Ren's luck plus sixteen is a skill beyond the outline, possibly an idea from my subconscious.

These past few days, slight insomnia. My routine is to get up at three o'clock to start updating, proofread, then write the next day's text.

But for the past two days, I've been waking up at two-thirty.

What to do, the pressure is still there. After all, the big climax I see has passed; all that's left is the daily routine of seeing patients and surgery, fearing everyone will get bored.

Yesterday a book friend said they started flooding. Normal life is just surgery, and I'm actually happy—you don't know, writing while going out to play or to eat is more tiring than writing surgery or rescue scenes.

Every day all I think about is the plot, how to make it a bit better. Let's go crazy, all the way until this book ends, then properly rest for a month or two.

Besides, I learned yesterday that Lin Lian Lian, honored adult, is following the Surgery Livestream Room, which makes me very happy.

After the chat, I thank everyone here for your April support, and I ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket in May.

Zao Lao tou zi, not bad, not old, still able to eat!

Bow~~~

Request votes~~~