Chapter 619 Review

"Master Ao can't guarantee the code to 8,000."

"It's OK!"

"Can't code, he doesn't even have a computer."

"It's okay!!!" Mushroom Head said, scratching his neck, his face flushed red.

"Okay, you win, which ward is the great writer in?" Malu asked again.

"Which great writer are you asking about?" Mushroom Head asked doubtfully, "I know many great writers, including Leo Tolstoy, Alexandre Dumas, He Zhizhang, Yu Xuanji, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie..."

"Where's Ao Shaobao?"

"Ao Shaobao is Batulu, not a great writer."

"You do know now."

Fortunately, at this time, a spirited girl with tattoos all over her neck and lip nails on her lips passed by.

"If you want to find Zheng Qian, go to the room on the right at the end of the corridor. He spends most of his time there except eating and going to the toilet."

"We are not looking for Zheng Qian," Ma Lu said, "we are looking for a great writer."

"Zheng Qian is a great writer. Great Writer is the nickname given to him by people here because he always feels that he can become a great writer one day.

"For this reason, he dropped out of school in his freshman year and stayed at home to write novels. After two years of writing, he signed a contract for a novel and serialized it on Qidian.com for half a year. He earned a total of 4133.4 yuan, of which 3600 yuan was the website's perfect attendance award.

"His parents thought there was something wrong with him." The mental girl pointed to her head, "They sent him here for treatment, but he still continued to write here."

"Aren't you allowed to bring things in here?" Malu asked.

"Yeah, but when Zheng Qian came in, he was holding his notebook tightly. He would fight anyone who snatched his notebook. Even the four male nurses couldn't hold him down.

"Later, two more people came and snatched the computer away. As a result, Zheng Qian started a hunger strike. Even if he stuffed it into his mouth, he would spit it out.

"After four days of starvation, he only had one breath left. People at the hospital were afraid that he would not be able to explain to his family if he died, so they returned the computer to him."

When Ma Lu heard this, he sighed, "If you have this persistence and do anything else, you should have already succeeded by now."

"Who knows."

"What about you, you look quite normal, and why did you come in?" Malu yawned as he spoke, "It's strange, it's only after seven o'clock, why am I sleepy?"

"Did you take the pills they gave you when you came in?" said the spirit girl, "There are sleeping pills in there, which will make you drowsy."

"As for me, I suffer from manic depression, also called bipolar disorder. When I was ill, I attacked several people, and I even bit off the ear of the hotpot restaurant owner who was working there because he owed me three months' wages. In addition, I also committed suicide. Passed twice.

“The last one was just a little bit successful and then I got sent in.

"The reason I look normal now is because I'm in the intermittent period. Otherwise, in order to prevent me from attacking other patients when I get sick, the medical staff here would put me in a separate room alone, and you wouldn't be able to see me."

"Okay, then take care of yourself, we have to hurry up." Malu said to Lao Wang, "Hurry up and find Zheng Qian."

At this time, the spirit girl spoke again, "I did you a favor, can you do me a favor too?"

"Fair enough, how do you want us to help you?" Malu stopped.

"Bring me some cigarettes. It doesn't have to be too many. One box, no, two boxes will do. I'll pay you when you go out. All the cigarettes I had on me were taken away when I came in. I haven't smoked in a long time."

"Yes, yes, but how can you be sure that we must go out before you and you didn't bring us cigarettes?" Malu asked curiously.

"Because you are obviously not sick," the spirited girl said, "especially you, you have a smell that I hate."

"What does it smell like?"

"Smells capitalist. I don't know why you're here, and I don't care, as long as you remember our deal."

"Don't worry, I will definitely not forget it." Ma Lu said.

After saying goodbye to the manic-depressive girl, Ma Lu and Lao Wang finally arrived outside the ward she mentioned.

Through the half-open door, a figure wearing a hospital gown could be seen lying on the window sill.

The cursor flashed on his lenses.

He has been sitting here for a full hour, and the food brought by the nurse beside him has cooled down. However, he still has no idea what to write next.

Malu leaned his head over and read, "Shangguan Canaan seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous and couldn't help laughing. The laughter frightened all the birds in the valley."

The patient was startled by the sound and quickly closed his notebook. He turned to look at Malu and said in panic, "You...who are you? Why are you here?"

"I am Ma Lu, the owner of Universe Infinite Canteen. This is my partner and chef Lao Wang. We were asked to come here by the city manager."

After Malu finished speaking, the patient did not react at all, and his eyes were still alert.

Malu was worried that he hadn't heard, so he repeated, "The city manager asked us to come."

"You are very ill." The patient said, pushing up his black-rimmed glasses.

Ma Lu and Lao Wang looked at each other and asked, "Are you Zheng Qian, nicknamed the Great Writer?"

"I'm Zheng Qian. I think it's impolite to give people nicknames."

"Then don't you know the city manager? It looks like a pigeon. It was it that asked us to come to you, saying that you knew where we should go to find the diners this time."

"I don't know what a city manager is." Zheng Qian still shook his head.

"Don't pretend, we are all family members," Malu patted Zheng Qian on the shoulder, "Although I am an earthling, Lao Wang is a robot. We often deal with city managers, and I have even seen it poop, hahahaha."

Zheng Qian had no expression on his face.

Malu's smile gradually disappeared, "Oh no, this guy is really an ordinary person."

"If you don't have anything else to do, leave quickly, I still have to write." Zheng Qian said, "I have only written less than a thousand of the four thousand words today."

As it concerns the final payment of 40,000 star coins, Malu will certainly not give up so easily.

So he came up again, "Xiao Zheng, what are you writing? Let's help you."

"You don't understand literature and can't help."

"Indeed, you still have to write, but we can help you review the text and give you some advice. As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang.

"And I am also a fan of online novels. I have read all the famous novels in recent years. I like "The Lord of Mysteries" and "The Tao of Weird Immortals". "

Zheng Qian was a little moved when he heard this, mainly because it is difficult for young authors to refuse to review their manuscripts, even if they are scolded.

Especially since there are not many normal people in the mental hospital, Zheng Qian usually can't find anyone who can help him read the text.

"Well, I'll show you... but only the chapter I'm writing. I've written a lot, so let me make it clear that I may not listen to your opinions if it affects the integrity of the story. "

"Okay, no problem. "