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

“Cough cough cough! … Ugh! … … Cough cough cough! ! ! … … Ugh! ! … … ”

The extremely exaggerated coughing was accompanied by violent gasps, like a wild beast roaring.

It was as if his breathing passage was blocked by something, making it impossible to get oxygen.

Wen He's face turned blue, his pupils widened as if someone was tightly squeezing his neck.

This was no longer a simple breathing difficulty.

It was a complete inability to breathe!

In that instant, Wen He recalled the time he dropped out of school, when his father had suffocated him by covering his mouth and nose.

That familiar feeling of death devoured his flesh, and even his soul was about to be strangled.

The intense suffocation made Wen He feel lightheaded.

Every cell in his body was terrified of the impending death.

“Wen He! What's wrong with you! Don't scare me! Can you hear me! ? ”

Cheng Yudie was so frightened that she was completely flustered.

Tears streamed down her face as she desperately called out Wen He's name with a hoarse, choked voice.

After a violent coughing fit, Wen He opened his mouth, seemingly trying desperately to breathe, but no violent gasps could be heard.

“Hello! Is this 120! Please save my brother! Please save my brother! My brother is dying! ! ! ”

Wen Ze was also crying, using trembling hands to dial the emergency number, even misdialing several times due to being too nervous.

At this moment… …

Wen He's world gradually became a little quieter.

He could no longer hear himself coughing, nor could he hear Cheng Yudie and Wen Ze's voices.

He could only see the two of them with tears streaming down their faces, opening their mouths, seemingly saying something.

Wen He, still somewhat rational, realized that he might be dying soon.

The worsening tumor must have been pressing on his breathing passage, and coupled with the violent coughing, had resulted in him being completely unable to breathe.

Sleepy…

So sleepy… …

Wen He's vision began to blur, like the feeling of falling into an abyss before falling asleep.

In the last moment.

Wen He saw a black shadow occupying his entire vision.

“Ugh! ! ! ! ”

A mouthful of oxygen injected from the outside instantly made Wen He sit up abruptly.

Accompanied by death-defying, violent breaths, he finally came back to life.

Turning his head, he saw Cheng Yudie with blood still on the corner of her mouth, staring at Wen He with tears streaming down her face.

“You saved me again.”

Upon hearing these words, Cheng Yudie completely broke down and hugged Wen He tightly, crying loudly in his arms.

“I almost… … I almost couldn't see you again… … ”

“Wen He… Please… … Let's not sing anymore, okay… Let's not sing anymore… … ”

“Your illness has worsened again… … If this continues… … I'm afraid you won't even last the last two months… … ”

Cheng Yudie was so frightened by Wen He's appearance just now that her whole body was trembling. She had never felt a life slipping away beside her at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If she hadn't remembered to do CPR at the end, Wen He would probably have left this world by now.

The intense fear and suffocating pain made Cheng Yudie cry uncontrollably.

She took out a small notebook with trembling hands.

“We still have… … We still have so many things we haven't finished yet… … ”

“We haven't gone to the amusement park yet… … We haven't seen snow yet… … We haven't built a snowman together… … Had a snowball fight… … ”

“And there's… … There's so much more… … ”

Cheng Yudie flipped through the [Wish List] that she had written with Wen He.

Although tears had blurred her vision, making it impossible for her to see the words written on it.

But she had memorized all the contents above.

Cheng Yudie, on the verge of collapse, couldn't even hold onto the [Wish List] with her trembling hands.

Tears dripped down, wetting those small wishes above.

Looking at Cheng Yudie, who was crying her eyes out in front of him, Wen He's heart ached as well.

He knew that every song he sang was not only hurting himself, but also hurting Cheng Yudie.

She always couldn't help but cry every time she saw Wen He's extremely painful appearance.

She looks so beautiful when she smiles.

Yet Wen He always made her cry.

Wen He, feeling extremely guilty, didn't know what he should do.

With his continuously growing influence… …

Every song he sings might help many people overcome their difficulties.

On one side are countless ordinary people trapped in the abyss.

On the other side is the lover who has saved him from danger countless times.

He couldn't let go of either side.

“Brother… … What disease do you have… … Can you tell me… … How could it become like this… … ”

Wen Ze was also truly frightened by Wen He's condition just now.

Given the current situation.

Even the dumbest person could see the problem.

“It's cancer, lung cancer.” Wen He responded.

Upon hearing this, Wen Ze felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind.

“How could it be cancer… … ”

He stared wide-eyed, taking a half step back in disbelief, unable to accept this fact at all.

Thinking of the dense gifts Wen He received during his live broadcast tonight.

Wen Ze couldn't wait to say: “Brother, let's do chemotherapy! You received a lot of money from that live broadcast just now! Medical technology is so advanced now, as long as we have enough money, there will definitely be a way! ”

Seeing Wen Ze truly thinking about him.

Wen He smiled gently and touched his head: “I'm already in the late stage, it can't be cured.”

Wen Ze's body shook violently as if he had been electrocuted, looking at Wen He in front of him, who smiled like the warm sun, with a gaze full of shock.

After being stunned for a long time, Wen Ze could no longer suppress the emotions of collapse in his heart.

“No… … I don't want you to die… … Brother… … I don't want you to die… … ”

“Can lung cancer be transplanted? … … Brother, I'll give you my lungs… … You can't die… … You have to live… … ”

“You've suffered too much in this life… You can't just die like this… … I don't agree… … ”

“Brother… Don't die… Don't die… … ”

Thinking of the miserable days Wen He had spent at home before, Wen Ze's heart ached terribly.

Especially since he used to often look down on Wen He and ridicule Wen He for being sickly.

But Wen He had never been angry with him, and had always been gentle.

Wen Ze, whose heart was torn apart, only felt that God was a little too unfair.

If possible.

He was willing to exchange lungs with Wen He, he was willing to bear Wen He's pain.

Just to allow this best brother in the world to be healthy and happy in the days to come.

“My cancer cells have spread throughout my body, it can't be transplanted.”

“Even if it could, I wouldn't want yours, after all, you are my brother.”

“Don't worry, don't be sad, no matter what happened before, at least I am very happy right now.”

“In the last moments of my life, being able to have you by my side, I feel that I am lucky.”

“I've thought about it, I'm going to go to the Magic City, to find the most advanced medical technology, to see if it can extend my life to a certain extent.”