Thank you for your support, book friends. Old Fish had once again surged into the top five of the category rankings. Just a week ago, Old Fish had still been several hundred votes away from the top five, but this week, monthly votes had skyrocketed by eighteen hundred! Thank you all so much for your support!
Old Fish still owed several monthly-vote bonus chapters. Old Fish would finish releasing them all in September!
Also, there was something Old Fish needed to apologize to everyone for. The monthly-vote bonus chapters previously promised would be canceled starting in September. Old Fish was truly, truly sorry!
Old Fish had broken his word. Sorry, everyone.
The main reason was that Old Fish's body could no longer hold up. Spending so long in front of the computer typing had left Old Fish in terrible health. His weight had gone up quite a bit—despite being under 1.7 meters tall, he weighed over 150 jin. Yet his physical condition had only gotten worse and worse. Both his cervical and lumbar spine had problems. Whenever he turned either wrist, they made cracking sounds.
Even worse, Old Fish had indeed been diagnosed with high blood pressure. His diastolic pressure was 120, and his systolic pressure was 160. Old Fish was only thirty-one this year. The doctor said that blood pressure this high at his age was already extremely dangerous, and getting worked up could trigger a cerebral hemorrhage. Old Fish had hereditary high blood pressure in his family. His grandfather, father, and maternal grandfather had all died from cerebral hemorrhages. Though Old Fish was still young, he had no choice but to worry about this.
In the days ahead, Old Fish hoped to have a little more time to nurse his health back to order, exercise more, and spend