Written late at night

I woke up suddenly. My gallbladder started to hurt again in the afternoon. I took a painkiller and slept until midnight. I was transferred to the South Branch of Shanghai First People's Hospital and scheduled for the first surgery tomorrow morning, to remove my gallbladder.

It was originally a minor issue, but it ended up being so delayed. I didn’t expect it.

When the disease broke out this time, I was attending the HEN Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles Congress in Zhengzhou. The pain of cholecystitis was so severe that I couldn't stand.

The attack occurred at 8 o'clock. At 8:30, my colleagues from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles sent me to the Provincial People's Hospital for examination, and my wife rushed from Luoyang to Zhengzhou.

Because the incident happened suddenly, they were placed in a hepatobiliary surgery ward with over 20 patients. Including the patient's family, there were probably 30 or 40 people crammed in. Some slept on the floor, others cried out in pain in the middle of the night. The strong foot odor, like fungus, floated and flowed in the air.

The next morning, I took the high-speed rail to Shanghai. Zhiniaocun and Xiaoyu, a couple, picked me up at the high-speed rail station and helped me with hospitalization and examinations. I am very grateful.

I feel that typing is a life-consuming job.

During the epidemic, the four of us authors lived together and wrote, competing with each other. If you wrote 5,000 words, I would write 6,000; if you wrote 8,000, I would write 10,000.

After living here for half a year, we were only 5 minutes away from the beach, but no one had ever seen the sea.

The consequence is that among these four people, one now has cancer, one has pancreatitis, one has facial paralysis, and one has had his gallbladder removed due to cholecystitis... It's so tragic.

Among the friends, Eagle is the most enthusiastic, but now he has problems with his eyes.

My wife has been urging me to retire and stop writing. We don't have high material desires and are content to live in a small city, so there's no need to work so hard. I said I wanted to write one last novel and that I had a story that I hadn't finished yet.

But this should be my last long novel. I really don’t have the physical talent of the King of Curls.

I have always hoped that I could feel relaxed while typing and not hold myself so tight, but it is easier said than done.

That's all I have to say. I hope tomorrow's surgery goes smoothly. It's actually a very small operation, very safe. Gallbladder removal is no longer a big deal. I just hope there are no aftereffects and that it doesn't affect this book.