Chapter 89 Remarks on the launch!

In the blink of an eye, this book has been written for more than a month. From February 3rd to the present, more than forty days have passed, and the number of words has reached more than 200,000. It is time to put it on the shelves.

I would like to thank my editor Qilin for his care and for signing my book. I had no internal investment when I published the book before, so it was a bit of a fluke that I was able to sign the book...

In addition, the most grateful thing is all the book friends for their unwavering support.

Although I entered the industry very early, I was still a newcomer at the beginning.

Dear readers, please don’t dislike my ‘newbie’ writing which is rubbish, the plot is boring, and the ideas are old-fashioned, I am really grateful!

I also sincerely ask everyone to support more in the future, vote more, subscribe more, and comment more!

If it's a misfortune, I'm too thin-skinned to say it, so I won't say it here.

Let me tell you why I wrote novels in the first place...

Ahem, I am a nursing major and I used to work in the neurosurgery intensive care unit of a tertiary hospital.

The brain surgeon is very ill. When I work here, it can be said that I am dealing with death all the time.

Patients, especially seriously ill patients, have no dignity in the intensive care unit. Invasive ventilators, intracranial pressure monitors, ECG monitors, central venous catheters, and as many as three or four infusion channels throughout the body are filled with instruments. and infusion lines…

But even so, many times we are powerless.

The most uncomfortable thing for me was a 32-year-old female patient who was sent in because of brainstem hemorrhage. This disease is almost fatal for young people.

The medical expenses in the intensive care unit are very expensive. Her family conditions are not good, her husband is wearing shabby clothes, and she worries about the high medical expenses every day.

While visiting the patient, her daughter held our hands and asked her mother when she could come home...

We can’t answer because the mortality rate of this disease is too high. The elderly may still have a chance of survival due to brain atrophy, but young people...

At that time, I felt sad and remorseful. The patient died three days after being admitted to the hospital, and his family gave up rescuing him.

There are many similar examples...

During this period of work, I experienced too many life and death. In severe cases, I even had to send away several patients in the intensive care unit a day.

The huge pressure at work and the reverse work status day and night made my personal mental state very depressed, even to the point of severe depression.

So, I gave up my dream of continuing to be an angel in white and resigned from the hospital.

I didn’t have any skills, so I joined the army of Internet writers and became a glorious street fighter...