Third Brother covered his mouth with his hand and coughed with all his might.
Every cough was accompanied by intense pain.
He was sitting on a hospital bed with a laptop in front of him.
He had been in a car accident, a very serious one.
However, what was surprising was that even though his internal organs were injured, he was not unconscious.
He thought that God was giving him time to quickly finish updating his novel.
He was a web novel author who had accumulated a lot of fans by relying on a few tomb-robbing novels. He could be considered a little famous.
Many fans teased him about his experiences.
Third Brother really pretended to be a grave robber and often said that these novels were just his notes.
The fans all agreed with him. Yes, yes, yes, you're right. You're a grave robber.
However, the fans knew that this was just a joke.
No. 3 opened the Group chats and posted that he was a grave robber as usual every day.
"You guys aren't actually reading a novel, but my diary! I used to be a grave robber!”
After sending this sentence, someone immediately retorted.
"No. 3, stop pretending. You're actually just an ordinary writer. Hurry up and update!”
"Hahaha, Third Brother is lying to the newbies again.”
"Newcomer, Third Brother is actually a real grave robber. Otherwise, how could he write such a realistic novel?! (Manual comical)"
"Once a day, I, am, really, a tomb robber!”
"Hahaha, you've played with Third Brother until he's broken!”
"Third Bro, seriously, don't say that you're a grave robber. When are you going to update the latest chapter?”
"Third Brother, it's okay to say it once, but it's boring to say it every day. Hurry up and write your story, or other authors will surpass you!”
"I can prove that Third Brother is really a grave robber. I am the keyboard in his hands!”
"I'm Third Brother's hand!"
"I'm Third Brother's fur!"
"I'm Third Brother's **!"
"It's getting ridiculous."
.............
No. 3 looked at these comments and smiled without saying a word.
After a long time, he sent another message.
"Sigh, no one really believes me. Don't you think my novel is very realistic? That's why I'm a grave robber!”
"Uh, Third Brother is hopeless. Carry him away. Next.”
"I can even see Third Brother's expression. Haha."
"Third Brother, when are you going to the police station to drink tea? We'll believe you.”
"Is there anyone who can control him? Third Bro is crazy!”
"Third Bro, stop talking. I believe you. I believe you. Hurry up and update.”
............
There were more than 5,000 people in this group. In an instant, Third Brother's comment was posted on it.
No. 3 closed the chat group and began to finish typing today's words. He felt that he was about to die.
Perhaps, he wouldn't even be able to finish this book.
An hour later.
Third Brother updated the latest chapter, a total of 1,500 words.
It wasn't that he didn't want to finish writing as soon as possible, but his body couldn't support such high-intensity writing anymore.
Three minutes after the update, a book friend came to urge him.
"Third Bro, Third Bro, you are still so weak. From now on, you are a grave robber. I believe you.”
"I'm not done yet. Author, quickly update!”
"Third Brother, I don't want to criticize you, but you always joke that you're a grave robber and use it to write.”
"I beg the author to update quickly!"
"Alright, everyone, don't rush me. Third Brother is also a human, not a machine. Go to hell!"
..............
One by one, comments urging him to update flashed by.
Third Brother was also very helpless. He wanted to, but he couldn't.
He turned off his computer and lay on the bed.
At this moment, No. 3's wife walked in with a lunch box in her hand.
"Have some soup." Third Aunt said gently.
Then, she put away the computer on the table.
"Yes."
No. 3 got up and leaned against the headboard.
"Wife, do you think I look like a grave robber?”Third Brother suddenly asked.
"What? It doesn't look like it." Third Aunt said with a smile.
"Don't I look like a grave robber?”
No. 3 actually wanted to cheer his wife up.
"Alright, don't think too much. Drink some soup.”
Third Brother's wife gently blew on the soup in the spoon and fed it to Third Brother.
At this moment, Third Brother's face was very pale. His lips were dry and cracked, and his entire body was very thin.
He took a sip and spat it out.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
No. 3 started coughing violently.
"Ah, did you choke?" Third Brother's wife put down the spoon and gently patted Third Brother's back.
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
Third Brother chuckled.
His five internal organs were already damaged, so he didn't dare to eat at all. These days, he only relied on the delivery of nutrient fluids to prolong his life.
"You still say that it's fine? If you can't drink it, then don't drink it.”Third Aunt didn't dare to continue drinking for him.
Drinking soup was a sudden thought in No. 3's mind. He said that drinking some soup was fine.
His wife went back to cook for him.
Unexpectedly, he still couldn't eat anything.
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