Over the next two days, under Lin Beifan's "urging", Lu Mobai pushed himself to output an astonishing 100,000 words per day, totaling 200,000 new words.
As a result, his novel "The Dragon King's Son-in-Law" became an even bigger internet sensation, spawning all kinds of memes and parodies.
"Do you know who I am? I am the dignified Dragon King!"
"Ah~ how dare you call yourself the Dragon King? It seems you should have two brushes on your head, what's your ability?"
"I'll brush you!"
"I am the dignified Dragon King, how dare you bully me?"
"I'll bully you, what's wrong with that?"
"Enough! If you push me again...you push me again..."
"What did I force you to do?"
"If you force me again, I'll go wash your feet with water, I'll wash your feet!"
"The three-year period has come! The City of Foot Washing welcomes the Dragon King!"
"Dragon King, come and pour the foot-washing water!"
The real Dragon King Zhao Tian had been shut down by his anger over the parodies mocking him.
Meanwhile, the author of the viral book was becoming increasingly popular as well. However, maintaining an output of 100,000 words per day for several days straight put an immense strain on Lu Mobai. Many programmers had died from such intense labor before.
At this point, Lu Mobai's spirit was nearing collapse and his hands could barely obey his commands. But under Lin Beifan's persistent "urging", he quickly recovered, climbed back to his computer desk, and stretched out his trembling hands once more.
Just then, his assistant caught his hand urgently. "Boss, you can't write anymore, you'll die if you continue!"
Lu Mobai's eyes were red. "Don't mind me, I can code another 30,000 words! I'll rest after I finish coding!"
"Boss, you don't even make money from writing this, why are you working so hard?"
"I don't know...Maybe this is the power of love!"
Thinking of the beautiful figure in his heart, Lu Mobai's determination was renewed. There was no chance for them in his past life, so he had to give everything for her in this life.
"My body is a little out of order. Please help me bring my computer to the desk, thank you!"
Finally the assistant couldn't stand it anymore. "Boss, you really can't do this! Here, boss, you dictate and I'll type for you!"
Lu Mobai raised his head in surprise. "You're here to help me write?"
The assistant nodded. "I may be slower, but it's better than you dying from exhaustion! I don't want to change bosses!"
"Alright then, you type!"
The assistant helped Lu Mobai sit on the sofa, then positioned himself at the computer desk.
"Boss, it's alright, you start dictating!"
"Boss, you can talk now!"
"Boss..."
A thud - Lu Mobai had already passed out from exhaustion.
"Boss, what's wrong? Don't scare me like this..."
So Lu Mobai was rushed to the hospital by his frantic assistant. Only his phone remained on the sofa, the screen glowing with unread messages:
Qingyue: Two hours have passed, and still no update. It seems the author is going to break his promise!
Qingyue: Not enough new words today!
Qingyue: Why are you ignoring me for so long, is something wrong?
Qingyue: Hello??
On the other side, Lin Beifan smiled seeing there was no reply for a long time. "It seems you, the little protagonist, have died! Don't worry, we'll continue playing when you recover!"
Around this time, a relatively important event was happening in the magic medical world. The famous Yaowang Hospital in South China sent representatives to Mohai City to hold a unique medical conference, inviting doctors from major hospitals to participate and exchange skills.
"It's called an exchange meeting, but it's actually a challenge meeting!" Song Yujing explained to Lin Beifan over dinner.
"Yaowang Hospital was opened by the Yaowang Sect! The Yaowang Sect is a longstanding traditional Chinese medicine lineage from our Yan Kingdom, as renowned as the Ghost Valley School. They excel at medicine and have unique curative effects!
"However, the Yaowang Sect is very competitive, often sending representatives to challenge doctors from various cities - one part academic exchange, one part flexing reputation to gain more patients and money!
"This year, it's our turn here in Mohai City!"
Lin Beifan nodded, knowing this was a very important plot point. In the original story, the arrogant Yaowang Hospital representatives threatened that no one in the magic realm could match their skills.
Then the male lead Xiao Chen would appear and slap them in the face with his divine medical prowess, rocketing to fame on that very day, just as Lin Beifan had risen rapidly in his past life.
It's a pity Lin Beifan's heart almost collapsed thinking about it now.
"What about our hospital?" Lin Beifan asked.
Song Yujing replied helplessly, "What can we do? It so happens our other skilled TCM doctor Zhao Siming is in prison because of that incident! Now we can only send anyone there. Fortunately, our hospital focuses on Western medicine, so this conference doesn't impact us much. But the TCM hospitals have been greatly affected - the Yaowang Valley is using this to poach their patients!"
"When does this conference start? I want to go see it!" Lin Beifan stated.
"You're interested in this?" Song Yujing looked surprised.
"Mmhm!" Lin Beifan smiled knowingly.
How could he not be interested when the protagonists were clearly going to be involved in such an important event?
Sure enough, as Lin Beifan expected, the still-hospitalized Xiao Chen was already planning his participation.
"In two days, the Yaowang Sect will send representatives here!"
"Though the Medicine King Valley people are annoying, they are quite unique in drug treatment. The effects are rapid, not inferior to my Ghost Valley remedies! With their help, they can definitely heal my wounds quickly!"
"So I must attend this medical conference!"
"After my injury is healed, I can take revenge on Lin Beifan!"
An excited look appeared in Xiao Chen's eyes. Just then, his attending doctor came in.
"Doctor, I heard there will be a medical conference in Mohai City in two days! Can you let me participate as a treatment subject?"
The attending doctor looked puzzled. "Huh?"
Meanwhile, Ye Xingchen, who had been transferred to a regular ward, also had this plan in mind.
"If I remember correctly, there will be a medical skills conference in two days, gathering talented doctors from all over! Especially the powerful Yaowang Hospital masters of treatment!"
"So I must sign up to participate, and have the injury on my body healed faster!"
"Then I can return to Lin Beifan's side and await my opportunity!"
So he too applied to his doctor to take part as a treatment subject.