"Treatment fee, 200 yuan?"

When Liuyun woke up, he was faced with a printed receipt slip.

"What is this?"

Mu Chun is no longer there, and there is only Liuyun in the outpatient room.

The coffee beside him was already cold, and Liuyun took out his mobile phone to look at the time.

One o'clock in the afternoon!

What the?

I slept for more than three hours?

When I twisted my shoulders and neck, I found that my right shoulder and back were extremely sore, and my neck was unable to move as if I was trapped by a thick rope.

Only the brain is clear.

What kind of treatment is this, that is, letting the patient fall asleep on the table?

I slept for so long.

Doctors don't talk to patients when they're off work?

Liuyun got up and walked towards the door, next to the old wood-colored door frame, there was a physical and mental health treatment schedule.

Saturday mornings are open from 8:00-11:45.

It's long over, and Dr. Mu may have left work a long time ago.

It's irresponsible.

I didn't even write a word before I came out.

On second thought, you can't blame the doctor for it, if he didn't fall asleep, what could the doctor do to make him fall asleep.

It seems that I haven't had enough sleep in the past two days, but after sleeping all morning, my spirit is much better and my brain is much clearer.

It's a blessing in disguise.

As for the troubled comments of the past two days, they also disappeared with this sleep.

It's not like it's gone, at least you can't think about it at all.

It's good enough, it's been a long time since I've been in such a good state.

Liuyun really hopes to return to the study immediately, sit at the computer, and devote himself to the creation of the novel.

He looked up and drank the coffee on the table.

The taste of cold coffee runs down the throat and is a little bitter, but it's perfect for refreshing.

No need for Coke today, a cup of coffee and a good night's sleep, no matter what, to complete the story of T204.

When the mind is clear, think about it, the idea in this story should not have appeared in any novel, and even if there has been a similar one, there is not much of a story, and it is difficult for human literature to have completely new settings, new ideas, and new characters.

However, this does not affect the author to write his own story, this is creation, write a story with heart.

Liuyun, who had been writing fiction for many years, suddenly thought that maybe he could try some non-fiction fiction creation, such as what happened to him now.

A patient who was thrown on the table in the outpatient room by the doctor.

I don't know what I'm sick with.

When I woke up, I saw a receipt for treatment at a staggering price.

Such a thing is not fiction, and I don't know how much time it will take to sit on a chair in the study and come up with such a story out of thin air.

Sitting until your back hurts and your legs hurt, you may not be able to get the favor of the goddess of inspiration.

It's like the fragments from the best-selling novel "Bizarre Than Fiction" written by Chuck Palahnik, one of the most famous cult novelists of our time, crash parties, time travel, enhanced experience ports, superpowers, ...... Wild fantasies. These stories, which are more bizarre than fiction, are in fact real, from people and events in the real world.

It's not even what everyone thinks, and it's been beautifully processed by the writer's pen.

They are just flowing naturally, like the wind blowing through history, bringing the taste of thousands of worlds.

Maybe when it's time to stand, you can try to write some stories from your life.

Thinking about it, I have already passed two or three blocks, and one more corner is Liuyun's residence.

Speaking of which, the straight-line distance from home to the hospital is only one kilometer, and it only takes ten minutes to walk a little detour.

I didn't expect that I would take a taxi to the hospital at such a close distance, which was really sick.

I don't want to stay in a crowded place for too long.

Writers are ghosts that roam the streets, no, maybe only a few writers do.

Streaming clouds are certainly one of them.

After arriving home, the spirit is still very good, and the development of the story has not bumped in the slightest.

It's been a long time since I've felt this exhilarating.

It wasn't until about four o'clock in the afternoon that Liuyun felt hungry, and he drank a cup of coffee all day and didn't eat anything.

I just wanted to order a takeout, and the editor called from Yuanming.

"As for the previous short story collection, the publishing house already has a plan."

Yuanming's voice was a little tired, and it was estimated that he would have to work overtime on Saturday, so he would inevitably be tired.

Liuyun walked to the kitchen and promised, "Okay, what do you need me to do?" ”

As early as a year ago, Liuyun had already handed over the manuscript in full, a collection of 150,000 words of short stories, and after editing and screening, the final word count was about 120,000 words.

Although Yuanming's work efficiency is not high, he can be regarded as a responsible editor, which Liuyun also knows.

Holding his mobile phone, Liuyun opened the refrigerator, the distant voice was a little intermittent, Liuyun looked at the empty refrigerator, and without looking too much, he knew that there was nothing else except Coke and some leftover canned peanut butter.

Not a single egg, not a single box of instant noodles.

"I didn't hear what you said just now."

Liuyun walked back to the study, and Yuanming's voice became clear again, "Do you know Song Xiaoxiao?" ”

"Song Xiaoxiao? Is it the author? ”

Liuyun seems to have seen it somewhere, but he can't say he knows this person.

"Yes, an author, a newcomer."

"Newcomer?"

Yuanming paused, and there was no sound for several seconds.

Liuyun felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he simply didn't speak.

At this time, it is better to wait for the editor to speak, since it is him who calls, naturally it will not be a casual chat about a new author.

"You still know about Nonshiki Shanquan."

"What?"

"It's Nongshiki and Shanquan, the authors of a fantasy novel recently published by Shindo Literature, "Guanyi Feng".

"I know this, in fact, Nonshiki and Shanquan are two people, this is a novel with two authors, and like the famous mystery novelist Ellery Quinn, it looks like the name of one person, but in fact it is two authors."

"Yes, Ellery Quinn is very famous. I mean, there are a lot of co-authors nowadays. ”

Yuanming spoke slowly, and tried to keep it light.

"yes, it's not easy to collaborate on a novel, I never thought I could collaborate on a novel like this."

"Of course, this can't be forced, some of it is for time reasons, I heard that Shanquan is a more careful researcher, and Nongshiki is better at driving the plot."

"It's a good collaboration."

Liuyun echoed.

"I mean, Song Xiaoxiao and Liuyun can work together to produce a short story collection, and I happen to be thinking about your short story collection plan recently."

What do you mean? Is it a collection of independent short stories that is going to be turned into a collection?

"Something about royalties......"

The words behind the distant name are no longer audible.

His hands began to tremble again, like the lonely old man he had seen in the hospital the other day.