Chapter 548: Hard-working author

In the ward.

The patient Mr. Paskovitz lay there, his eyes lost.

His wife sat aside and knit a sweater.

"Mr. Paskovitz, the X-rays have come out. There is a large mass of foreign body in your intestines and stomach. Now you can't get rid of it with a ureter."

Adam took the X-ray film and introduced the condition.

"Oh, nice."

The patient's wife, while knitting a sweater, vomited: "Doctor, can you reach into his buttocks and take it out directly?"

"Baby, please!"

The patient shouted dissatisfied immediately.

"No way."

Adam twitched at the corner of his mouth and kept a professional smile: "Such a large group of foreign objects, blocked there, must be surgically removed. Now there is a question, Mr. Paskovitz, can you tell me, what are you doing? Did you eat anything?"

"Garbage, absolutely garbage!"

The patient glanced at Adam and said vaguely.

"Can you make it clearer?"

Adam glanced at the patient's wife: "We need to understand the situation beforehand in order to be better prepared."

"Tell him what you have eaten, Moore."

Seeing that her husband was still reluctant to speak, the patient's wife smiled and said, "Doctor, just to remind you, he is a writer and suffers from his works."

"Cavin?"

Adam nodded: "That's really tormenting."

"Do you also know how Cavin feels?"

The patient looked suspicious.

"of course."

Adam smiled and said, "I can’t write a single word, the more I write it, the slower I write it. My mind is like eight-treasure porridge, gurgling, and muddled. Every time I write a sentence, my temple will jump wildly, and the back of my head will be blurred. With a trace of strength, I can’t cry even if I want to cry, desperate with nowhere to escape in a disaster."

"Huh!"

The patient patted the bed and exclaimed, "That's how it feels! You really understand! It's a great description!"

This Karvin feeling, although not written by Adam.

However, when Asia had just started writing on the Internet and was sleeping with martial arts abroad at night, when I heard Lu Xiucai say this again, I felt that this was simply speaking of Adam's heart.

Adam was not the material for writing essays at all before, but he was very fond of writing. Later, there are more books, it is difficult to find a book that suits him.

This gave birth to the idea of ​​writing by myself.

At first, the emotions were agitated.

Obviously, I am the one-of-a-kind master.

Like mortals, becoming a **** with a book is not a dream.

But when I was sitting in front of the computer, when a word could not come out, I was violently drawn.

Obviously, I am not.

This is the end of the first attempt.

Then there are rekindling thoughts, giving up, and rekindling thoughts for a period of time.

It lasted for several years before finally barely getting started.

Officially began to write.

During this period, Cavan was commonplace.

Lu Xiucai's words are the true voice of the screenwriter, so it not only resonated with Asia in the current world, but also made the **** scream.

Without him!

It's too real and cruel.

In one word, he explained the hardship of the hard-pressed author.

"Of course we, Doctor Duncan, understand."

Standing behind Adam, Carter couldn't help saying: "He is not only a doctor, but also a well-known writer."

"Writer, Duncan..."

The patient was taken aback, looked at Adam, and suddenly realized: "You are the writer of the Lord of Mysteries, Adam Duncan!"

"Correct."

Adam smiled and nodded: "Can you tell me now, what exactly did you eat?"

"He ate his."

The patient's wife who was knitting a sweater finally couldn't help but speak out.

"what?"

Carter was dumbfounded.

"I ate what I wrote, a whole book, every page of that pile of waste!"

Cried the patient.

"I have read all the drafts, they are not as bad as you think."

The patient’s wife vomited: “If you hadn’t eaten it all, maybe you could let this excellent doctor in the same profession see it, and maybe the ending would not be as embarrassing as it is now.”

"..."

The patient stagnates.

Obviously he also thought about this problem.

If a well-known writer is shown and recommended, then he may really become famous in one fell swoop.

It's a pity that everything is too late now.

"That's terrible!"

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The patient exclaimed in irritation.

"Three years."

The patient's wife mocked: "I listened to your anger and complaints just to see you finally eat it?"

"Three years?"

Adam was surprised: "Write a book? Mr. Paskowitz, have you considered changing jobs, writing while working, perhaps more inspirational?"

"I am a writer!"

The patient said emotionally: "I don't need a backup plan!"

"Ok."

Adam shrugged and did not persuade.

After writing a book for three years, not only was it not published, but it was all eaten in the stomach and went to the hospital for expensive surgery.

This input-to-output ratio can properly generate electricity for love.

Emmm.

Adam was also a little uncomfortable for a while.

This kind of person actually has a wife...

Think about so many part-time writers in the past life who worked hard during the day and stayed up late at night to write, risking sudden death and earning a bit of hard codeword fees.

Many people have nothing to do for love.

Even some full-time online writers who make money are discriminated against in the blind date market.

How can this Mr. Paskowitz, who has not written a book for three years, still has the company of his wife?

The gap!

Sure enough, the Internet writers of previous lives are the most bitter!

People are more popular than people!

"Mr. Paskovitz, we have booked the operating room for you, one hour later..."

Adam was talking about the operation schedule, his eyes condensed suddenly.

"What's the matter, doctor?"

The patient's wife still loves her husband, and immediately becomes nervous when she sees this.

"He is sweating."

There were countless causes of illness flashed in Adam's mind, and he asked, "How much paper did you eat?"

"very many!"

Said the patient's wife.

"Carter, draw Mr. Paskowitz's blood and send it to the toxicology laboratory for testing."

Adam ordered.

"Yes, doctor."

Carter hurried forward and took blood samples.

"Doctor, what's the matter?"

The patient's wife worried.

"I suspect Mr. Paskovitz is poisoned."

Adam explained: "When paper is printed, there will be harmful substances, such as lead, mercury and other heavy metals. Once excessively enriched in the human body, it will cause heavy metal poisoning. Mr. Paskovitz swallowed a large amount of paper and was therefore poisoned. The possibilities will be greatly enhanced."

"Have you heard it!"

The patient’s wife felt distressed and complained: “Damn it! Even if it’s all rubbish Can you just burn it, you have to eat it all, do you want to be a trash can?”

"I want to completely forget about it and start a new book again!"

The patient turned pale and sweated profusely, "Swallowing it is a necessary ritual!"

Adam shook his head when he saw this.

Soon, Carter came over with the inspection report.

"It's mercury poisoning."

"Give him an anti-leukocyte injection."

Adam told the nurse.

This is the standard course of treatment for mercury poisoning, which can absorb the mercury in the patient's body.

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