Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

Chapter 1564 I am sick! But I have no regrets!

When I opened the document to edit it again, I felt complicated and even my hands were shaking.

Maybe it was because of excitement, maybe it was because of unwillingness, or maybe it was because he survived a disaster.

I probably have forgotten the exact day when I started writing books, but I have never forgotten the emotions I felt when I put down the first word and began my novel career, the expectations I had at that time, and the ambitions I had at that time.

I once thought that I would climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the other mountains.

I once thought that we all had a strong desire to fly and embrace the bright moon in the sky.

I once thought that the stars hung low over the vast plains and the moon rose over the flowing rivers.

At that time, I was full of passion and ambition.

I don’t know if I will succeed, nor do I know if I can continue on this path with determination and create a sky of my own.

But I know that I have persisted for more than ten years. In my youth, when I was writing day and night, from the age of twenty to thirty, I used tens of millions of words to fill the most important ten years of my life.

Perhaps, writing has never produced any results, or perhaps writing is not an easy path to stick to. Looking back over the years, I still don’t understand how I managed to get through it.

But I know that when I am alone, novels make me feel less lonely. When I am alone, the interaction with my readers makes me happy. When I am alone, my soul is nourished by my own novels.

So, is it important to have achievements, make money, achieve success, or soar to the top? Of course, they are important, but in my opinion, they are not the most important.

What is really important is that writing has, without me realizing it, become a vital part of my life, it has become my habit, it has become my thought and sustenance, and it has become an important part of my feeling that I am a living person with flesh and blood.

So, I know better than anyone that I can't stop on this road, nor do I want to stop.

I thought, this is probably the rest of my life...

Until, I couldn't see anymore.

That’s right, I can’t see, I’m completely blind.

I have seen many online writers fall ill and are forced to quit the online writing circle. I have also heard of online writers unfortunately passing away due to illness.

But I never thought that one day this misfortune might happen to me.

Until, I couldn't see anymore.

When my vision started to blur, I simply thought it was probably because I was tired. Then my vision started to deteriorate on Wednesday, and I was a little panicked. But I still thought it was because I didn't get enough rest.

But when June began, I knew that I might have unknowingly become that unlucky online writer that I had never thought of and never wanted to be.

The most frightening thing was not the sudden decline in my eyesight, but the fact that I was experiencing a phenomenon of object change. Whatever I looked at would become distorted and no longer normal.

At that moment, I was completely panicked. My premonition was worse than ever before.

I went to the emergency room overnight, and the results of the examination almost made me collapse: retinal detachment.

However, I still told myself that there was still a chance. Yes, retinal detachment, there was still a chance to recover vision through surgery.

The next day, I went to the hospital at 8:00 a.m. for a comprehensive and more detailed examination and also made an appointment with a specialist. The results came out very quickly, but this time the result was like a thunderbolt: the retina was completely detached and involved the macula.

I didn't know what the disease was, nor how serious it was. I only knew that the doctor's expression was very serious, heavy, and even a little regretful.

"There is no other solution except surgery."

"If I don't have surgery, my pupil will shrink and I may have to remove my eyeball later."

I could only vaguely hear the doctor's words.

I stayed awake all night, thinking that there might be good news about the test results the next day, but that also made me completely give up hope.

I forgot my expression at that time, I only remember that my mind was blank.

I am a strong person, but at that moment, I felt more helpless and desperate than ever before.

It wasn't until the doctor asked me many times that I said, do it!

That’s right, it’s an operation that can’t be delayed even for a moment.

Because I know better than anyone that the longer the retinal detachment lasts, the greater the possibility of blindness.

"How much can be restored?"

I remember very clearly that my voice was trembling when I asked this question.

"I don't know. This operation is to save the eyeball, not the eyesight."

This is the doctor's response.

I smiled bitterly. I knew he didn't lie to me and he wouldn't lie to me.

"Do!"

I gritted my teeth, knowing that I had no choice. Because that day, there was an eye removal surgery next to me, and the reason was the worst result caused by not having surgery for retinal detachment.

"But this operation can only be performed by Director Jiang. His success rate may be a little better."

The doctor was probably surprised by my decisiveness.

But I was more surprised by his answer.

I went to see one of the most famous chief physicians in this tertiary hospital, but he said that the success rate of his surgery on me might not be high. What does this mean? It probably only means that my situation is more complicated.

The heart that was almost in despair died again.

But I still gritted my teeth, because I knew there were some things that had to be done.

The surgery was scheduled for Monday (June 6) and lasted three hours.

, I won’t report the process to you.

I just want to say that the eye surgery was performed under local anesthesia. I could clearly feel my pupil being punctured and my eyeball being cut open. I even thought I couldn’t hold on halfway through. The heart-wrenching pain filled the operating room.

Fortunately, the operation is over.

I told myself optimistically that in life, we will always encounter some things, so there is no need to worry or cry.

I told myself optimistically that being alive is the best thing. At least I still have one eye.

But the real pain has just begun.

I need to lie down for three months. Yes, I need to lie down all the time without raising my head.

I don’t know how to get through these long three months, but I know that I still can’t let go of my novel.

I bought a special bed for lying down. On the eighth day after the operation, I couldn't help it and took out my mobile phone and opened the document editor.

I've seen a lot of readers asking me where I've been.

I have seen many readers’ doubts.

I also saw various messages from websites contacting me, editors contacting me, and friends contacting me.

I just realized that I seemed to have disappeared for ten days.

No sign of news...

Thank you all for your concern. I want to say that I am here, always here.

My family told me to stop writing novels...

But I know that I can no longer let go of novels.

I don’t know if my left eye will recover, and I don’t know what my future will be like…

But I know that I can't give up the path of writing novels!

I will continue to write this novel, but it may be very slow. I can only edit it with my mobile phone, or dictate it to my family.

But I will never give up.