Medical Center.

One hour later.

"I bet all my hard work on that hateful book, but it is stuck on my hips now!"

The patient, Mr. Pascowitz, shouted in frustration.

"You are poisoned!"

The patient's wife complained.

"Okay, now I need surgery to get this book back to the library."

Adam laughed.

"Odri, if I die."

The patient, Mr. Pascowitz, was pushed to the operating room and still chattered with his wife: "Embroider the words just now on my tombstone!"

"You must not die."

The patient's wife Oudrei's eyes flashed with a hint of worry, but she was unforgivable: "Many masters were silent before their lives, but after their death they became famous because of their works, but you didn't even leave your manuscript. Others can't see what the novel that stuck you, so don't die!"

“…”

The patient was so angry: "Odri, can't you say something nice?!"

"I'll tell you nicely after you have the surgery."

The patient's wife said angrily: "Before this, you are a fool who forced yourself to this point and are not worthy of listening to something nice."

Adam sighed in his heart.

Such a wife is really rare.

He has accomplished nothing in three years, and has never heard of his name before, nor has he and his wife mentioned that he had published any pretty exaggerated novels.

Judging from their clothes, it doesn’t look like a wealthy family has long realized financial freedom and only pursued whether their self-worth can be realized.

The source of income for living this life is mostly supported by his wife alone.

This is not like the experience of a normal person in reality, but a bit like the standard protagonist treatment of those poor scholars in the story of Stories from a Chinese Studio.

Operating room.

"Doctor Duncan, is it really that difficult to be a writer?"

Richard, the director of surgery, stood in Ichisuke's position, watching Adam's extremely skilled surgical skills, without the meaning of his guidance, and was bored for a moment. Thinking that Adam was also a writer like this weird patient, he couldn't help asking.

“It depends on talent, just like all industries.”

While undergoing surgery, Adam smiled and replied: "The difficulty cannot be, and the ability is not difficult. Our Mr. Pascowitz is probably a person who has no talent but has forced himself to think that he has the talent for writing."

"Doctor Duncan must be the kind of very talented person."

The surgical nurse immediately smiled.

"hehe."

Adam shook his head and smiled, "I'm not talented in writing."

He easily earned his first pot of gold by borrowing the super master's works.

You know, this is a work of enlightenment that has been tempered by a super master for many years.

Naturally, Adam seemed very talented.

But the truth is that if Adam wants to create a new work now, it will definitely shock everyone's eyes and make people suspect that he had probably copied it before.

The spirituality of writing and high-definition image-based memory, and the genius IQ of the evolution of the universe have no direct connection.

Of course, with his current endurance and speed, his typing speed must be countless times that of his previous life.

But in the United States, there is no online article, only publication can be found.

The super god's code font speed has no quality and no use.

therefore.

After copying the secret master, he will never write a book anymore.

Emmm.

After pretending to make money, you will be closed!

"Ah! Doctor Duncan is a young man and has become famous in one book. Isn't it considered talent?"

Another nurse exclaimed.

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

Adam laughed and said, "Let me say that, before writing a book, you must first conceive, then write an outline, then look up information, enrich and expand the outline. It is best to write a detailed outline so that you can have a clear idea in your mind.

Then, I start writing the beginning, usually writing many versions, constantly modifying them, and doing my best. Many people first write tens of thousands of words, and then constantly compress and modify them more than ten times until they are satisfied.

When you write the complete article, you have to repeat the compression and modification steps as a whole.

Isn't it a lot of trouble when you hear it?"

"Um."

The nurse nodded immediately.

"Only by striving for excellence can you produce good works."

Richard, director of surgery, nodded: "Just like us doctors, only by laying a solid foundation through hard work can we become famous doctors and better rescue patients."

"It's true."

Adam did not refute the words of Richard, the director of surgery, and smiled: "But there are always geniuses in the world. For real geniuses, a detailed outline? What's that?

Write the beginning to compress and condense? Write the complete chapter and repeat the process again?

Stop kidding!

As long as the inspiration comes, you can open Word and do it. There is no need to think too much, and you will write thousands of words in an instant.

This is not a few random writing!

The quality is higher than that of ordinary people who compress and condense more than ten times.

It is very spiritual to read and can deeply touch people.

The speed is more than ten times that of ordinary people.

And it can also maintain this speed and quality writing almost every day.

Let me ask, how can ordinary people compare this talent?”

"Is this too exaggerated?"

The anesthesiologist stopped playing crosswords, looked up and said disbelief: "How can you be such an exaggerated writing genius? Why have you never heard newspaper reports?"

"The masters are among the people."

Adam smiled and said nothing.

There is indeed no now.

But there will be a future.

In the current world, I really envy this super talent every day.

There is no need for speed and quality.

If you have one, you will have already soared to the sky.

Kavin's torment?

It doesn't exist!

I update tens of thousands of dollars every day, but it doesn’t take the whole day.

It's cold, so I flew directly to Sanya and booked a sea view room.

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

On this day, Yaqianshi always listened to the descriptions of his predecessors in the group, and he was really envious of others.

"Okay, I've found the real owner!"

At this time, Adam spoke out to remind him.

The nurse immediately delivered the tray.

Adam took the tongs and clamped out a large ball of oily and dark thing, which was ten centimeters long and five centimeters in diameter.

The paper that was originally eaten was now compressed into a ball, as if it were one, with a smooth appearance and no edges.

It has a bit of the meaning of clam shells being frosted into pearls.

"Does anyone want it? This is perhaps the greatest novel in the United States."

Richard, director of surgery, jokingly said.
To be continued...