"It's too late. How come you didn't notice such obvious symptoms?"

"Yes, I thought it was pharyngitis, so..."

"This is already in the late stage. You've been coughing for at least several years, haven't you? If you had come to the hospital for a checkup even once, they would have found the problem." The doctor's slightly annoyed tone was filled with regret.

Wen He's explanation gave the doctor a particularly difficult headache.

He didn't understand why someone had been coughing for so long, and even started coughing up blood six months ago.

As a result, they delayed coming to the hospital for a check-up until now.

"Sigh..." The doctor sighed heavily. After so many years as a doctor, he had already guessed: "It's a family problem, isn't it?"

Wen He was somewhat taken aback, then nodded.

"You have about five months left, so do whatever you want to do."

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

Wen He acted as if nothing had happened, thanked them with a smile, and then walked out of the hospital.

The November sun should have been warm and gentle, but Wen He felt that the sun was particularly glaring today.

The sting made his eyes red and his vision blurred.

As the doctor said, Wen He's family was not happy; on the contrary, it was as cold and icy as an ice cellar.

In a normal family, it is perfectly reasonable to take a child to the doctor if they cough frequently.

Even if it's nothing serious, what if the cough lasts for a year? Two years? Or even three years...?

At this point, shouldn't any parents who have even the slightest bit of love for their child take them to the hospital for a checkup?

It was obvious that Wen He's parents had no love for him whatsoever.

He started coughing up blood six months ago, and it got worse and worse over time.

He told his parents that they had also seen Wen He cough up blood.

"Cough, cough, cough! All you do is cough all day! You'll make yourself sick even if you're not! Can't you just bear with it? You'll get better in a few days! Why are you making such a fuss! You're so dramatic!"

Their response was a cold and disheartening rebuke.

Even though Wen He had expected this answer, he still felt superfluous whenever he heard these words coming from his parents.

Over the years, he had questioned himself countless times...

Am I being too dramatic?

Am I really that immature?

Will everything get better when I grow up?

When he realized that his parents would never spend money to see a doctor for him, he hid some of his savings.

Wen He thought—

"Once I recover from this illness, I'll be an adult, and I'll work hard to earn lots and lots of money. I will..."

However, no one expected this.

The first gift he gave himself when he turned eighteen was a diagnosis report of late-stage lung cancer.

Wen He felt as if fate had played a cruel joke on him.

However, this joke was clearly a bit too much.

"Cough cough..."

Wen He's cough stained the tissue bright red.

His eyes were filled with confusion as he stared at the piece of paper.

He didn't know where to go or what to do.

Wen He's dream is to become a singer.

In countless quiet nights, in the loneliest and most helpless moments...

Music can always be a part of your life.

Only music can understand the feelings in one's heart at this moment.

pity.

Wen He's dream was nipped in the bud during her childhood.

[Ding~ Host's days are numbered, but dreams remain.]

The journey to your dreams has begun.

[Opening the newbie gift pack...]

[Master-level instruments: You have mastered any instrument to a high degree.]

[Perfect tone: Your tone achieves perfection with any song.]

[Visual-level singing ability: Your singing can evoke emotions in all listeners, not only providing an immersive experience but also creating vivid images in their minds.]

[Post-production suite: Parallel world music library, lyrics, tuning, melody, copyright, backing tracks, simultaneous uploading to all platforms, traffic boosting, etc...]

The system's sudden appearance brought a glimmer of light to Wen He's dim and confused eyes.

When a massive amount of professional information floods into your mind.

At this moment, Wen He realized that none of this was fake.

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

"Even so, can I still sing?" Wen He asked cautiously.

He hated the uncontrollable cough more than anyone else.

Wen He was afraid that her dream would be ruined by this.

If that's the case, then he'd rather not have this dream.

When I was in school, my parents reported me for coughing.

Disrupting lunch break, disrupting study, disrupting class...

The homeroom teacher had tried to persuade them many times, but Wen's parents didn't think it was a big deal and never took it to heart.

When he was finally expelled from school, he was beaten badly.

"If you cough even once today, I'll slap you!"

"As long as you don't suffocate, suffocate as much as you can. Even if you die, you're not allowed to cough once!"

"I refuse to believe this nonsense today! You think I can't handle you?"

Wen's father couldn't stand Wen He's coughing any longer and ordered him to stop coughing.

The final outcome, of course, was a scene of lacerations and open wounds.

He was bleeding profusely from being slapped all over his body, and he was trembling all over.

Finally, Wen's father was so angry that he even came up and covered his mouth and nose tightly.

If Wen's mother hadn't noticed something was wrong and quickly pulled Wen's father away, he might have died that very night.

After that, Wenhe stopped going to school.

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