The Gap Between People

Medical Center.

An hour later.

"I poured all my heart and soul into that wretched book, and now it's stuck in my buttocks!"

"It's frustrating, "Mr. Pascowitz, the patient, cried out.

"And you even got poisoned!"

The patient's wife complained.

"Alright, now we need to perform the surgery to return this book to the library."

Adam laughed.

"Audrey, if I die."

On the way to the Operating Room, Mr. Pascowitz continued to ramble on to his wife, saying, "Have that sentence engraved on my tombstone!"

"You absolutely must not die."

A hint of worry flashed in the patient's wife, Audrey's, eyes, but she didn't hold back. "Many masters were unknown during their lifetimes, but became famous worldwide after their deaths because of their works. But you didn't even leave behind a manuscript. No one can even see what the novel that got you stuck is like. So you absolutely must not die!"

"..."

The patient, exasperated, yelled, "Audrey, can't you say something nice?!"

"I'll tell you the nice things after your surgery."

The patient's wife said irritably, "Before this, you were a fool who had driven yourself to this point, you didn't deserve to hear anything nice."

Adam sighed inwardly.

Such a wife is truly rare.

He accomplished nothing in three years. I had never heard of him before, nor had I ever seen him or his wife mention that he had published any novels that were even remotely worth mentioning.

Judging from their clothes and appearance, they don't seem like wealthy families who have long achieved financial freedom and are only pursuing the realization of their self-worth.

His wife was the sole breadwinner for them.

This is hardly like the experience of a normal person in reality; it's more like the standard treatment of poor scholars in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio stories.

Operating Room.

"Dr. Duncan, is being a writer really that difficult?"

Chief of Surgery Richard stood in the assistant's position, watching Adam's extremely skillful surgical technique. There was no point in him giving guidance. Feeling bored, he thought that Adam, like this eccentric patient, was also a writer, and couldn't help but ask.

"Like any industry, it all comes down to talent."

While performing the surgery, Adam replied with a smile, "What's difficult for some is easy for others. Our Mr. Pascowitz is probably someone who has no talent but insists he has a talent for writing."

"Dr. Duncan must be one of the most talented people."

The operating nurse immediately smiled in agreement.

"Hehe."

Adam shook his head and laughed, "I'm not exactly talented at writing either."

He easily earned his first pot of gold by borrowing the masterpiece of a super master.

You should know that this is the culmination of many years of hard work by a top-tier expert.

Adam naturally appears to be very talented.

But in reality, if Adam were to create a new original work now, it would definitely surprise everyone and make people suspect that he had mostly plagiarized before.

The spirituality of writing and the High-Definition Photographic Memory, as well as the genius IQ that evolves the universe, are not directly related.

Of course, with his current stamina and speed, his typing speed is definitely many times faster than in his previous life.

But in the United States, where there are no Webnovel and the only option is publishing, this is possible.

Superhuman typing speed, but no quality, and it's completely useless.

Therefore.

After he finishes copying Lord of the Mysteries, he won't write another book.

Emmm.

Once I've made enough money by showing off, I'll stop writing!

"Ah! Dr. Duncan became famous at such a young age with just one book, isn't that talent?"

Another nurse exclaimed.

"No, that's because you haven't seen truly talented writers."

Adam laughed and said, "Let me put it this way, for people like us, before writing a book, we first need to conceive the idea, then write an outline, then look up information, enrich and expand the outline, and it's best to write a detailed outline so that we have a clear idea in mind."

Then, they start writing the opening chapter. They usually write many versions and revise them repeatedly until they are satisfied. Many people write tens of thousands of words first, and then compress and revise them more than ten times until they are satisfied.

Once the entire piece is written, the process of compressing and revising it again must be repeated.

Doesn't that sound complicated?

"Um."

The nurse nodded immediately.

"Only by striving for perfection can we create good works."

Chief of Surgery Richard nodded. "Just like us doctors, only by honing our skills through rigorous training can we become renowned doctors and better help patients."

That's true.

Adam did not refute the words of the Chief of Surgery, Richard, and laughed, "But there are always geniuses in the world. For true geniuses, outlines and detailed plans? What are those?"

Should the opening paragraph be concise and condensed, or should this process be repeated after the entire text is written?

Stop joking!

Whenever inspiration strikes, I open Word and get right to work. I don't need to think much; I can write thousands of words in an instant.

This isn't just some random thing I wrote!

The quality is even higher than that of the average person who compresses and condenses it more than ten times.

It reads with great inspiration and can deeply move people.

Its speed is more than ten times that of an average person.

Moreover, he can maintain this speed and quality of writing almost every day.

Tell me, how can ordinary people compare to this kind of talent?

"Isn't that a bit much?"

The anesthesiologist stopped playing the crossword puzzle, looked up at him, and said with disbelief, "Where is there such an exaggerated writing genius? How come I've never heard of it reported in the newspapers?"

"True masters are often found among ordinary people."

Adam smiled but didn't say anything more.

There isn't one now.

But it will happen in the future.

In Adam previous life, he was truly Sky Eye of such extraordinary talent.

They didn't even expect both speed and quality.

Anyone who possessed one of these would have already soared to great heights.

Calvin's torment?

It doesn't exist!

I can post tens of thousands of words every day, and I don't even need to spend the whole day on it.

It's getting cold, so I'm flying directly to Sanya and booking a sea-view room.

I write in the morning, go to the beach in the afternoon, and go out and have fun in the evening.

These days, Adam often heard his elders describe them in the group chat, which truly made others envious.

"Okay, we've found the right person!"

At this moment, Adam spoke up to remind him.

The nurse immediately brought over a tray.

Adam used the pliers to pull out a large, oily, dark mass, which was ten centimeters long and five centimeters in diameter.

What were originally clumps of paper being swallowed are now compressed into a single, seamless mass, with a smooth, rounded surface and no sharp edges.

It's somewhat like polishing an oyster shell to make a pearl.

"Does anyone want this? It might be the greatest novel in United States."

"Chief of Surgery Richard, who's been joking about it," Richard said.

Everyone watched, but no one said a word.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to keep it as a souvenir."

Adam laughed.

"..."

Everyone looked at Adam, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Many people's eyes lit up afterward.

Could this really be the greatest novel ever written in United States?

"As you know, I am also a writer."

Adam shrugged and said, "This kind of writer's blood and tears history is still very cautionary and memorable."

"Of course, no problem."

"Chief of Surgery Richard smiled."

Others who were interested also lost heart.

What a load of bullshit warning and commemoration.

They're not writers, what do they need this for!

P. S.: Thank you for the Lord's Solar Storm!