I am terminally ill, but I am healing the world with my songs

After seeing Cheng Yudie and the others leave their initial position...

Wen He roughly understood what he would have to face next.

The doctor had briefly explained the entire process of this special medicine to him.

Although the muscles in his body no longer ached, he was now experiencing dizziness and nausea instead.

This feeling was somewhat similar to motion sickness.

He quickly developed symptoms of dry heaving.

He wanted to throw up several times, but he held it back.

His entire stomach seemed to be churning.

This feeling of wanting to vomit but not being able to was particularly uncomfortable.

Gradually...

His lungs seemed to be compressed, making it difficult to breathe.

Although Wen He often experienced shortness of breath, he only had this feeling of suffocation during severe coughing fits after singing.

These two kinds of pain complemented each other, seemingly reaching some kind of agreement.

After Wen He took a deep breath, the nausea surged again, directly breaking through the critical point!

He "wa"-ed and vomited directly.

But unlike motion sickness and drunkenness, which bring relief after vomiting,

Wen He didn't experience that. This vomiting actually exacerbated the negative symptoms in his body.

He began to feel dizzy, and the intense nausea made it almost impossible for him to stop.

After vomiting for a long while, his stomach seemed to have been emptied.

He felt as if the whole world was spinning.

The intense dizziness and severe pain caused chaos in his thinking.

It was like riding a roller coaster at extremely high speed.

One moment rushing straight into the sky, the next plunging into the abyss.

Vomit...

His empty stomach vomited again.

Wen He vomited a mouthful of yellowish bile.

The remaining taste told him that the bile was indeed bitter, but not too bitter.

However, the unvomited bile flowed back from his throat.

At that moment...

His throat felt as if it had been filled with countless chili oil.

Viscosity, burning, severe pain, nausea, and other symptoms immediately surged up.

Especially the burning, severe pain made Wen He open his mouth unbearably, with saliva constantly dripping.

He wanted to drink water!

Ice water!

He felt as if he had swallowed a mouthful of hot oil, and his entire throat was about to burn!

The burning pain made tears flow uncontrollably from his eyes...

Unimaginable pain was eroding his body and burning his soul.

At this moment, the intense nausea made Wen He vomit bile again.

Already in immense pain, Wen He clutched his throat and struggled and rolled on the ground in agony.

He felt as if he was going to die.

More accurately...

He wanted to die immediately.

— It's so uncomfortable, so painful, my head is dizzy and aching, it feels like it's going to explode, my throat is burning, my stomach is still churning, I don't want to vomit anymore... I want to die... it would be good to die...

— I still have to endure this torment for nine hours, how am I going to get through it... I don't want to endure it anymore, let me die now...

— Why did I choose this... There was a better choice... As long as I don't sing, I've sung enough, I should rest...

— No... I can't think like that... I can't betray myself... I can't betray my ideals... But... I'm really so uncomfortable...

Wen He had anticipated that this special medicine would make him suffer terribly.

But without experiencing it, he could never have imagined how terrible it would be.

This was dozens of times stronger than the severe coughing fits he had after singing before!

"Doctor, can I go back and take a look? Just one look..." Cheng Yudie only felt extremely flustered now.

Although she didn't know what Wen He was going through right now, she could feel it...

Wen He was definitely experiencing unimaginable pain.

"No, he definitely doesn't want you to see him like this right now either," the doctor directly and ruthlessly rejected Cheng Yudie's request.

In fact, what he said was indeed correct.

Wen He could no longer be described as "disheveled."

The originally pure white room was now filled with a foul odor and a large amount of filth.

Although Cheng Yudie and the others couldn't see Wen He, Wen He could see them.

It was a one-way mirror, and for him, it was the only light.

It was just that for him now, that light was gradually dimming.

One wave subsides, another rises.

The pain of bile reflux had not yet ended.

His internal organs began to experience severe pain.

He didn't know exactly where it hurt, he only knew that it hurt very badly.

Wen He curled up into a shrimp shape, letting out a painful wail.

It was as if someone was grabbing his intestines, entangling all his internal organs together, and then tying them into a knot.

Before long, the intense burning sensation made him feel as if his entire stomach was about to burn.

It was like a red-hot iron rod stirring around inside his body.

The pain of being worse than death gradually devoured Wen He's sanity.

An atmosphere of despair once again enveloped him.

His consciousness was being stripped away.

It was like his soul leaving his body.

At this moment...

He lost all his senses.

All the pain and discomfort dissipated.

The memories in his mind, like chapters of time blown open by the wind, appeared before his eyes one by one.

Wen He, whose consciousness was exceptionally clear, realized that he might be seeing a dying man's memories.

He saw himself being liked by many outsiders when he was a child.

Because he didn't make trouble, didn't make noise, and did whatever he was told.

They all praised him for being sensible, well-behaved, and likable.

But ah...

He had never heard even a single word of these praises from his parents.

No matter how much the outsiders praised him, they would always say, "It's just so-so."

In short, no matter how hard Wen He tried, no matter how perfect he did, he would not be recognized.

In this family, he had always been cautious, as if walking on thin ice, and he didn't dare to make the slightest mistake.

Because his mistakes, no matter how small, would be infinitely magnified, and then he would encounter suppression and trampling.

Seeing this, Wen He showed a bitter smile.

It seemed to be mocking his own cowardice, mocking his own incompetence...

His vision began to blur, becoming gray and dark.

All the light was being swallowed.

His body fell into the icy sea, and he allowed his body to fall into the dark abyss.

— "Wen He, whether you are willing to admit it or not."

— "At least, in my heart, you are as dazzling as the sun."

— "Not only me, but in front of your millions of fans, you are the light that can dispel darkness and bring them warmth."

— "So, you must try to live, you must live for those who like you, don't die for those who are not worth it."

A gentle voice entered his mind.

Opening his eyes, a beam of light shone on him from above the abyss.

Cheng Yudie tore through the darkness with endless light and embraced him.

His consciousness, which was about to fall, was instantly taken back.

What he saw was Cheng Yudie and Wen Ze crying behind the glass, praying to heaven.

Instantly!

All his senses regained consciousness.

All the pain pressed down like a landslide.

Wen He suddenly bit down on the pillow, hunching over, his eyes filled with a lot of blood, like a mad beast.

Live on!

Live on by any means!

Live on regardless of everything!

For the one I love!

For the one who loves me!

Hope ignited in Wen He's heart, like the sun rising in a graveyard.