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

"Your current situation is already very critical. The tumor is pressing on your respiratory tract. Aren't you already having some difficulty breathing normally?"

The doctor held a large stack of examination reports, his brow furrowed.

He couldn't understand why the patient had waited until the disease had progressed to this stage before coming to the hospital for examination.

Or rather, had he been examined before but hadn't taken any treatment measures?

The cancerous cells in Wen He's body had almost spread throughout his entire system.

In this situation, even chemotherapy wouldn't give him many days to live.

"A little," Wen He said.

Even breathing now required conscious effort to maintain a normal oxygen supply.

"In your condition, if you experience severe stimulation that causes swelling of the respiratory tract, you are very likely to suffocate."

"Given your current situation, ordinary chemotherapy will hardly have any effect."

"If the cancer cells continue to spread, I estimate you won't live to see the New Year."

Wen He had already anticipated what the doctor was saying.

But he also heard the implied meaning in the doctor's words.

After all, ordinary chemotherapy alone would hardly have a significant effect.

That meant there must be something extraordinary.

"Are there any other ways to increase my lifespan?" Wen He asked urgently.

"There are several imported special medicines that can forcibly extend your life for a period of time, even if you already have one foot in the grave. Because they are imported drugs, they cannot be reimbursed, so the price is very expensive."

The doctor's words gave Wen He and the others hope.

He wasn't short of money now. As long as there was a way to treat him, a way to extend his life, it could all be done.

"Tell me about it," Wen He said.

"The first type is for long-term use, acting directly on the local tumor."

"In your current situation, it can effectively inhibit everything except the tumor in your throat."

"One injection costs two thousand yuan. You have about twenty different tumor areas on your body, which means you need to have twenty injections at a time, about one course of treatment per month."

"Unlike ordinary chemotherapy, this drug has fewer side effects, minimizing the damage to your body. It is the choice of the vast majority of people."

This price was completely acceptable to Wen He and was his ideal treatment plan.

Of course...

The premise was that he could further stimulate the tumor during this period.

Because he didn't want to stop singing, and he couldn't stop.

In six days, it would be the day he participated in the 'Son of Tomorrow' program.

He had already signed the contract and received the money, so he couldn't possibly not go.

"Then... during the treatment... what would happen if the tumor is stimulated?" Wen He asked.

"Normally speaking, it won't stimulate the tumor, and even a small amount of stimulation is fine. The drug is still very effective," the doctor explained.

"What if it's a large degree of stimulation?"

Upon hearing this, the doctor's immediate reaction was: "?"

He looked at Wen He with a puzzled expression, obviously not quite understanding the meaning of Wen He's words.

He's about to die, yet instead of treating it properly, he wants to stimulate the tumor to a large extent?

Isn't that like an old man hanging himself because he's tired of living!

"Even if this plan is adopted, it can only extend your life by about a year at most."

In all his years of medical practice.

He had never seen a guy who didn't take his own life seriously like this.

Most people, after hearing that they only have two or three months to live.

Their condition is like walking corpses, and they have completely collapsed.

"I have some things I must do, and that thing will produce a relatively violent cough, thereby stimulating the tumor, so..."

"Is there any way to extend my life on this basis?"

Wen He briefly explained his situation and difficulties.

"Is there anything more important than life?" The doctor was obviously a little unable to understand.

To be able to face death so calmly, either his heart has already died, or he has courage that ordinary people cannot imagine.

The doctor's question drew Wen He's thoughts far, far away.

So far that he saw the darkness.

Saw the lonely person struggling with pain against their will.

Saw the rescuers struggling desperately but sinking deeper and deeper.

Saw the loner opening his mouth but unable to make a sound.

Wen He, who had come back to his senses, had a gaze filled with steadfastness that even the gods could not shake.

"Living is certainly important, but... some things are higher than life."

He stared into the doctor's eyes and responded seriously.

The doctor, who was face to face with Wen He, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, as if something had been touched.

In his decades of medical practice, he had seen countless pitiful people pushed to the brink of death by cancer.

But he had never seen anyone like Wen He.

His heart was not dead.

Not only that, but his heart, which had been eroded by cancer to the point of almost withering, was emitting an extremely hot flame at this moment!

Even as his life was about to come to an end, he still firmly chose the dream in his heart.

Even if this might run counter to his life.

This courage shocked the doctor.

"There is a special medicine that may be helpful to you."

"This medicine can be said to be one of the most cutting-edge products of human medical technology."

"With just one injection, all the cancer cells in your body can be massively killed and completely suppressed."

"But the effect of this injection only lasts for one month, and the side effects are very large, so large that ordinary people simply cannot bear it."

"Your body will have an extremely strong rejection reaction. Nausea and vomiting are the most basic."

"Your body will experience very severe spasms, accompanied by as many as a dozen different negative symptoms such as tinnitus, dizziness, confusion, and whole-body paralysis."

"This rejection reaction will last for a full ten hours, and after it ends, your spirit may suffer irreversible trauma."

"Of course, some people can remain conscious, which depends on the willpower of the user."

Just hearing the description of those symptoms, Cheng Yudie could feel that these side effects were worthy of being called "torture."

Tears streaming down her face, she desperately shook her head at Wen He.

"With this medicine, even a large degree of stimulation is okay?"

Before Cheng Yudie could speak to dissuade him, Wen He took the lead in asking.

"You usually cough, and the cough usually contains blood, right?" the doctor asked rhetorically.

"Yes."

"The suppression effect of this medicine is so strong that your usual cough will disappear. After use, there is almost no way to activate the cancer cells in your body."

"But I have to make it clear to you that this medicine can only be used up to five times."

"After five doses, it will no longer have any effect."

"However, so far, not many people have been able to use five doses."

"The vast majority of people who have used this medicine will not use it a second time."

"I don't recommend you use this special medicine. It's very expensive, with a single dose costing as much as one million, and the negative effects may far outweigh the positive effects."

During his speech, the doctor had been paying attention to Wen He's expression.

When he explained that "your usual cough will disappear," Wen He's eyes suddenly lit up.

He knew...

That his persuasion might be in vain.

Because Wen He didn't take the negative effects he mentioned seriously at all.

It was unknown whether it was the fearlessness of the ignorant, or whether the wish in his heart was higher than everything else.

"I need it. Please help me use this medicine," Wen He said without hesitation.

"Wen He... No... Don't..." Cheng Yudie grabbed the corner of Wen He's clothes and begged desperately.

"Just let me try this once, okay? Just once."

Wen He took Cheng Yudie's hand, pulled her into his arms, and pleaded softly for Cheng Yudie's consent.