Plans were beautiful; reality was cruel.
Pig Three had originally thought that three or four days after getting the stitches removed would be about enough. In reality, things were completely different from what Pig Three had imagined.
After the stitches—those skin staples—were removed, the wound was no longer bound. Suddenly, it felt like moving around was even harder than before, and he had to be even more careful.
The stitches were removed on Tuesday. On Thursday afternoon, he took off the abdominal binder that supported the wound, and his entire chest and abdomen suddenly felt stiff.
After sitting for ten minutes or so, his lower back would start to ache.
As of today, he could still feel that his body was unable to support resuming updates.
Come to think of it, there was a huge twenty-centimeter wound cut across his stomach. For it to heal within twenty days, Little Demon would have to show himself, or there would have to be some Yi Mu spiritual power or something.
To be honest, Pig Three wanted to return to work more than anyone right now, even if it was only one update a day.
This wasn't sentimentality. It was the truth.
Counting carefully, Pig Three had been writing for nine years now.
Many brothers felt that Pig Three's updates weren't particularly strong, but counting carefully, aside from the routine six-day break every Spring Festival and the occasional interruption for urgent matters, the total time without updates in a year had never exceeded fifteen days. The longest stretch without updates had never exceeded seven days.
But this time, Pig Three had already gone nineteen days without updating.
Brothers might not be able to imagine the feeling. It was like some part of life had suddenly vanished, and even Pig Three himself felt panicked