These past few days, I'd been in a werewolf state of "it gets dark, please open your eyes." Every day there were too many Seers to kill, and the long-term nocturnal schedule had made my stomach hurt again...
Last night, after finishing my writing, I said I'd go to bed early. Then Duoduo started getting a runny nose, so I carried her and ran several kilometers to see a doctor. During the X-ray, my blood pressure shot through the roof. I almost wanted to curse at her: stop struggling, I'll lie down first and let the doctor take an X-ray of me...
Then, when I opened my eyes today, I knew I was done for.
I'd been pushing through until now, but I was too anxious to write.
Please take me as a warning: don't get addicted to staying up late and flipping day and night. Life is better on the side of the living, QAQ.