Apologies, but the updates will likely be fewer this month.

I want to share an update with everyone.

On December 1st, I rotated into the Interventional Ward, and the moment I got there, I was completely overwhelmed.

It has been so overwhelmingly busy that my head is throbbing. I haven't had a single day off all month. Every day, I have to arrive at the hospital early in the morning to do rounds with my supervising physicians. In other wards I interned in previously, interns usually had free time after morning rounds.

However, due to the epidemic, hospitalized patients must be accompanied by a doctor whenever they leave their rooms.

Consequently, as soon as rounds are over, we interns have to sprint around frantically. We escort patients one by one to their examinations, handle all sorts of discharge and admission paperwork, wheel patients into surgery, and deal with countless other trivial tasks. My legs feel like they are about to snap from running.

Of course, I am not saying that this escort policy is bad. The epidemic situation has been quite severe here, so for these hospitalized patients who already have poor immunity, having an escort is indeed necessary. It effectively minimizes the patients' contact with the outside world and prevents them from wandering around the hospital—after all, hospitals have always been high-risk zones for outbreaks.

Yet, this makes life miserable for us interns. On December 1st, I left home at 6:45 in the morning and rushed about non-stop until I finally walked out of the hospital gates at over 10:40 PM. By the time I got home, it was already 11:10 PM, not to mention finding time to eat or anything like that.

Then I hurried off to sleep, which is why there was no update on the 1st. Afterward, I woke up at 4:00 AM, got up to write a thousand words, but then I became so overwhelmingly exhausted that I couldn't hold on and had to go back to sleep. I slept until 6:30 AM, got up, got ready, ate breakfast, headed to the hospital, and dived right into another busy day, only making it home at 7:30 PM.

To top it all off, I am the only male intern in my medical team, which means I am the only one who can take night shifts. And my team has three attending physicians! Three of them!

Even if each physician only takes one night shift a week, I am completely doomed.

Combined with the crushing workload during the day, to be honest, my body simply cannot take it. Therefore, I have already given up on getting the full-attendance bonus for this month. Whenever I have a spare moment, I will write a little bit, but I dare not make any promises. After all, I never know when I might suddenly get hit with a back-to-back day shift and night shift combination, leaving me with zero chance to even go home. Consequently, my already short and infrequent chapters will become even shorter and scarcer (sigh).

I am truly sorry to all the dedicated readers who have been following and subscribing to the book.

I genuinely cannot endure this anymore. As I type these words right now, my lower back is killing me from lifting patients onto examination tables during the day, and sitting in this chair is absolute agony.

Medical internships are just like this. Not only do we not get paid a single penny, but we actually have to pay tuition fees to the hospital. Most of what we do at the hospital every day is sheer manual labor.

Still, I really do get to learn a lot about clinical pathology, so you could say it's a mix of suffering and happiness.

So, after rambling on about all this.

What I want to express is that this month I can only do my absolute best to update whenever possible. I am so sorry to all my readers. Back to studying.