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

It wasn't just the internet that was ignited by Wen He's song, but also Cheng Yudie, who cried until her eyes were red and swollen.

She was awakened by Wen He's singing at a little after five in the morning.

Subsequently, Cheng Yudie realized that Wen He probably hadn't slept all night.

She quietly listened to Wen He's singing, feeling more and more suffocated, more and more desperate.

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough… …"

It wasn't until the entire song ended that Cheng Yudie heard an especially violent cough from her earphones, and she realized the seriousness of the problem.

She had never heard such a fierce cough before; it felt as if he was trying to cough up his lungs.

Listening to the sound from the other end of the earphones, Cheng Yudie's heart was completely broken.

She looked at the address on her phone and wished she could rush over immediately and hold Wen He in her arms.

Cheng Yudie had the ability to do this, but… …

This wouldn't solve the ultimate problem.

The last shred of reason allowed her to restrain herself.

Cheng Yudie could only listen to the painful coughing coming from the other end of the earphones, hugging her blanket and crying her heart out.

"No wonder you always end your live streams immediately after singing, unwilling to linger for even a second… …"

"No wonder the videos you post only contain pure music… …"

"Wen He… why do you keep singing so relentlessly even when you're already like this… …"

"Please stop singing, I beg you, be good to yourself… …"

As Cheng Yudie gradually uncovered the mysterious veil that Wen He had hidden, she completely broke down.

She never imagined that Wen He would experience such violent coughing behind every song.

After Cheng Yudie heard Wen He's weak breathing after coughing… …

Tears streamed down her face, and she cried until she was almost suffocating from lack of oxygen.

It wasn't until the morning sun shone on her face through the glass that Cheng Yudie gradually recovered from the immense pain.

She picked up her phone and opened a small group chat with only a dozen or so people.

【Stinky Cat】: "@Is she okay, if I remember correctly, aren't you a lawyer?"

【Is she okay】: "Yeah, why are you asking this so early in the morning? I just woke up."

【Stinky Cat】: "I want to ask you about something. Is it legal if parents force their adult child to hand over all their wages?"

【Is she okay】: "From a legal standpoint, no one can force someone else to hand over their wages, but there are many complex factors involved, so it's actually hard to say for sure."

【Stinky Cat】: "For example?"

【Is she okay】: "For example, if the children say they are voluntarily handing over their wages, even if we all know that the parents are forcing them to say that, as long as the children don't change their story, it's no use no matter how much you argue. That is to say, the children must cooperate with the lawyer to confirm that the parents' actions are coercive and not of their own volition, only then will it work."

【Stinky Cat】: "Let's talk privately, I need to talk to you about something."

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Under the dim light, gears were constantly turning, and items were being transported one after another on a plastic conveyor belt.

A gear packaged the items on the conveyor belt simply and then placed them on another conveyor belt.

Wen He was one of the gears in this factory.

His daily work was only this, so simple that it didn't require any thought at all, just like a robot, constantly repeating the same action.

"Xiao He? Xiao He! ?"

It took two or three calls from Uncle Zhang before Wen He's sluggish brain reacted and he looked at him.

His eyes were dim and wooden, like an old, rusty robot.

"Why are you sleeping? You can't sleep in the factory, don't you know that?"

"It was one thing to be late yesterday morning, but now you're dozing off at work today. Why is your work attitude getting worse and worse?"

Uncle Zhang thought that after telling Wen He's mother about Wen He's recent work situation yesterday, he would improve today, but he didn't expect him to become even more depressed.

His words circled around in Wen He's mind a couple of times before he realized what he was saying.

However, he responded too late. Before Wen He could respond, Uncle Zhang continued, "Today you're going to be deducted 400 yuan! This is the third time, and three strikes you're out."

"Xiao He, it's not easy to find a job and make a living these days. We're all like this."

"I need you, and you need me. Why can't we calm down and do our jobs properly?"

"You can't work like this, 'two days fishing and three days drying nets.' This is the last warning. Don't blame Uncle Zhang for being ruthless, Uncle Zhang is also running a small business."

"In short, if I find out again, I'll ask your mother to take you back."

Hearing Uncle Zhang's words, Wen He, who was still sleepy just now, instantly perked up.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the fear of his family instantly dispelled his fatigue and drowsiness.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang, don't let me go back. I cough cough… cough, cough, cough… … I will work hard… …"

Too anxious, he coughed and pleaded with Uncle Zhang at the same time.

Seeing this situation, Uncle Zhang nodded in satisfaction inwardly.

"It's no use just saying it." After saying these words, Uncle Zhang left.

Afterward, Wen He didn't dare to be slack at all, perked up and put all his energy into this mechanical and numb work.

A strong sense of sleepiness came like a tide, constantly impacting Wen He's mental state. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his brain became particularly sluggish.

Wen He persevered until noon, without even having time to eat lunch, and fell asleep directly in the factory.

One hour of rest time was not enough to make up for staying up all night yesterday.

The time from afternoon to evening was especially torturous.

Wen He didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

He was mentally tense, hungry, and worked tirelessly like an indefatigable ox, constantly creating value for this small factory.

9:35 PM.

"You know your own child best. After I said those words you told me to say, he's been working from morning until now, and he's been very efficient." Uncle Zhang said with a chuckle.

"Is he off work now?" On the other end of the phone was Wen He's mother's voice.

"Yes, he just got off work and is running to the bus stop now. I suspect he's going to pass out any second now."

"He's very tough. He's been coughing for so long and I haven't seen him cough to death. You have to keep a good record of all the overtime money he earns. I remember everything clearly. If there's less, I'll come looking for you."

"Not a penny will be missing, you can rest assured. It's the first time I've seen someone exploit their own son like this. You don't feel sorry for him at all."

"I carried him for ten months and spent so much money raising him. What's wrong with him giving back a little to his parents?"

"Nothing, it's good." Uncle Zhang hung up the phone with a smile.

Anyway, it's not his own child, so why bother worrying about it? As long as he makes a profit, that's all that matters.