July 18, 20X2 (Saturday)
Various Locations
In the hospital, there was a rapid succession of happenings. Nurses scramble in and out of the operating rooms, Doctors hurrying from one room into another, and Guards assigned into formations. In one room, Dr. Zhang Li Xi was operating on Zhao Yu Rong for almost five hours now. In the next room, Zhao Qinyang, who had no fatal wounds, was being mended by another experienced doctor that the Zhao Family trusted.
In the middle of these two rooms was Mother Zhao sobbing at the shoulder of her anxious husband. The burden of the events that happened was still heavy in their hearts.
The hospital had at least a hundred guards around the premises; some were in disguised as civilians, and others were in specialized masks to hide their identity.
I am sorry for being gone for a year without any word.
All things just snowballed. I had to quit my job, filed a complaint and it became a legal matter, some friends choosing to die than to continue life's struggle, fights with my best friend, then coronavirus, people I know dying, friends and family infected and some dying, family fights, investments lost because of the virus, big brother trapped in the Philippines because of the travel ban, and my mental health just couldn't keep up.
It took me time to realize I needed help and it took even longer to ask for help. I am better, but if I don't joke around and respond to comments or messages, I apologize. Unfortunately, I have no confidence in my thoughts much more other people's thoughts.
For those who waited for me, Thank you.
For those who didn't, Thank you.
I will start uploading every day as much as I can again. There will be no time schedule and I cannot promise a lot of chapters in a day.
One step at a time.