Upon seeing this, the doctor standing to the side quickly and skillfully stepped forward.
He ripped off the oxygen mask, which was already covered in blood.
Then they quickly put a brand new oxygen mask on Wen He.
Although they had experienced this scene countless times, every time they saw Wen He in such pain...
A deep sense of powerlessness and sorrow inevitably wells up in one's heart.
Cheng Yudie and the director witnessed all of this...
Their faces were ashen, their eyes red-rimmed, and tears welled up in them.
Even though they had seen such scenes countless times, the heart-wrenching pain they felt every time they faced them again was still so real and intense.
This miserable state lasted for about ten minutes, as usual.
"I'm gradually getting used to this feeling," Wen He said weakly.
"It's better not to get used to this kind of thing..." Cheng Yudie's smile was very bitter.
“I think it’s pretty good.” Wen He paused, then added, “At least I don’t cough to the point of wanting to die anymore.”
Thinking back...
Wenhe initially experienced a violent coughing fit during the explosion.
I coughed so often that I felt desperate, so much so that I wanted to commit suicide.
Although it wasn't as serious or painful back then, and I only coughed for a few minutes.
Ultimately, Wen He still felt that there was no hope of survival before.
Things are different now; he desperately wants to live.
Even in his current physical condition, or even weaker, he still wanted to live.
Unfortunately, fate always seemed to like playing tricks on him.
I always get saved when I want to die.
You don't want to die, but you can't live.
After resting for a while.
Wen He picked up the oxygen mask, took a deep breath, and then smiled.
Try your best to get yourself into the best possible condition.
Once he was all ready, he stepped onto the stage once again.
This will be the last song of his concert in Chongqing.
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