Illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread. First, wisdom teeth appeared, causing inflammation, and then the throat was red, swollen and painful, causing mouth ulcers.

The pain in the mouth, the tiger tastes for the first time, and when he takes a breath, he may come out with painful tears. Every day, I went to the hospital on time to report, four or five bottles of hanging needles, and it was the sixth day. During these six days, he could only eat porridge to maintain himself, so the whole person almost collapsed, and his stomach became uncomfortable.

It's unbearable to look back, but the porridge still has to be eaten, and the needles still have to be played. It's a little better today, so from three o'clock in the morning, until now, a total of three chapters have been coded, and all three chapters have been delivered, during which I took two painkillers and pulled my stomach twice, and I can be regarded as surviving.

When is the body not in condition, but in the new book month, the tiger can be regarded as a typical tragedy author, and after looking at it, it seems that this month has passed, and there are still thirty hours left.

In thirty hours, the quality of a new book, even if it is stereotyped, and for the new book, the most intuitive is the monthly pass, the tiger calculated, the monthly pass in the days of illness a few days ago, pulled down too far, then, the tiger will launch a sprint, even if you know that there is no dawn of victory, just to surpass yourself, I implore everyone, cast a precious vote, conditions permitting, the tiger will try to update. (To be continued......)