The blue planet in the third spiral arm of the Milky Way completed another revolution around its mother planet.
On a larger scale, the solar system was still orbiting the center of the Milky Way in a period of 250 million years, and the Milky Way was also moving in the universe unimaginable.
The Earth was orbiting every day, but it could never return to the path it had taken.
It was the same for us.
Every day, the sun would rise.
Every day is a brand new day.
Every day was the same joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but it was different.
For a lowly and insignificant carbon-based creature like me, the past year was filled with memories.
Every reward, every alliance leader, every appearance on television, every subscription, every monthly ticket, every chapter, every heart, and many things that I had said did not need to be said again.
To be honest, it was impossible to remember everything, but in the end, everything would become subconscious and stay in the deepest part of my memory.
This was a web novel that recorded the daily life of a doctor. The theme was heroism.
It was still Roman Roland's words — there was only one kind of true heroism in the world, and that was to recognize the truth of life and still love it.
I had just written a lot of words, but I deleted them again. Ever since I wrote the live-stream, I had this problem. I kept changing it, trying to break out of the cocoon again and again.
I remembered that the first time this sentence was mentioned was when Boss Zheng was still in Sea City. At that time, when he was the chief resident, he earned more than 3,000 yuan a month. He had to ask Lin Jiaojiao to buy a radish.
The few missions he went out on were more tedious, monotonous, and repetitive daily routines. Every day, he would treat and save people.
From the beginning, I really did not expect to write five million words. To be honest, the outline was only about three million words. I felt that being able to write so much was already beyond my expectations.
In the beginning, I took the traditional route of online literature. I used a bitter and vengeful storytelling method that had been brilliant and gradually quieted down.
Every day, I was worried that I would fail. Because of a bad plot, it would directly collapse into a mess. Therefore, from the beginning, I had been cautious and lived every day as if I was walking on thin ice.
Later, when Boss Zheng walked out of Sea City, I faced two choices — first, the Nobel Prize, or first, the earthquake relief plot.
In the end, I chose earthquake relief.
Because this was the only plot that I wanted to write, the one that I wanted to talk about the most.
However, I knew that this part of the plot wasn't flattering. It wasn't the lighthearted style of modern web novels. He was worried that he would fail, but he did not have the mood to complete this part properly.
Therefore, on the first day after Boss Zheng left Sea City to carry out a mission and returned to the 912, he started this plot.
When making the outline, there were only a few points: the will, forward, forward, forward, the national flag does not fall, the army's flag does not fall, the people's heart does not fall, the fist bump, three days and three nights, his beloved, the great Chinese people are invincible.
On the first day of this plot, the 24-hour subscription rate plummeted.
Many readers scolded him. Why couldn't he just focus on writing medical articles? During that time, I didn't even dare to look at this chapter. I silently and persistently wrote everything I wanted to write.
Fortunately, even though there were many inadequacies, from my perspective, all the dots were strung together to form a line, and the final result was more than what I had expected.
But I never dared to look back at that part until a few days ago, when the director of Oriental TV asked me to find a few paragraphs to point out the main points. I turned back to look at the last chapter. 'The great Chinese people are invincible.' This chapter said 99 +.
At that time, he burst into tears.
Well, come to think of it.
I also knew that the best choice was to first win the Nobel Prize and start this plot in the last three-quarters. At that time, I still did not have enough confidence in myself. I was afraid that I would fail and could not tell everyone what I wanted to tell them the most.
When Boss Zheng returned to the 912, the days continued. At this time, a problem appeared — it was still the bitter and hateful route, or the relaxed and funny route.
The last two were rejected by me.
There were several main ways to tell a story in a medical drama. It was either like "Dr. House", which focused on cases; or like "The Giant White Tower" and "The Black Hemostatic Forceps", which dug deep into the dark side; or like the others, the core was to write about urban love.
In the end, I chose the "Dr. House" model at the end of May.
The advancement of the main plot was the part that troubled me the most — they said to quickly write a love song for both refined and popular tastes. Boss Zheng's cell phone ringtone was my problem.
But now that I understood, I began to advance quickly.
This was basically the process of his mind for the past year. The outline had been revised a few times. Previously, he had said that he would change it from Old Chief Physician Pan to Little Stone.
The conversation between Boss Zheng and Little Stone would have a long talk in the future, which could be considered to have set the tone. The two of them bumped fists. It was an agreement, and it was also an interpretation of heroism.
The bearded captain knew that it was dangerous, but he still had to do some things. Boss Zheng and the little boy were the same.
In my opinion, they were all heroes!
This kind of coordination could be considered the soul of the live broadcast room. The spirit and form did not dissipate. I was quite satisfied with this.
That was all. The results would be mentioned in the final chapter of the complete novel. It was far from the time to summarize.
The plan was to finish around the middle of March. It might be a little earlier or a little later. Plans were always meant to be broken.
Thank you for your protection over the past year. Without your support and love, there would not be a live broadcast room.
Finally … Today should not be considered a break in the chapter. Surrogate Meng Chaosen syndrome had been diagnosed. This was a very terrifying thing. When it came to the level of horror, I thought that today's story was extremely terrifying. It was even more terrifying than yesterday's parasitic fetus and red wedding dress.
The rest was a description of the supporting character, Chief Lin, using Boss Zheng's eyes. The supporting characters could not appear often, even Feng Xuhui and Chang Yue. Was this considered giving Lin Chufa a box lunch? Heh.
It was not a break in the chapter. In fact, if it was another time, it would not be a big deal to update a few more chapters. However, it was going to be the annual meeting soon. There was still a lot of pressure to update. I hope that everyone can understand.
Again, I will strive for the double monthly votes. During this period, I will constantly update. If it is broken, I will make up for it later.
Thank you everyone for your support and encouragement. You are my heroes, superheroes.
Bow, 90 ° ~ ~ ~
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