"Cough cough cough!...Ugh!...Cough cough cough!!!...Ugh!!..."
The extremely exaggerated coughing was accompanied by violent breathing sounds like the roar of a wild beast.
It's like your breathing ducts are blocked by something, making it impossible to get oxygen.
Wen He's face turned ashen, his pupils wide as if someone were gripping his neck tightly.
This is no longer just a simple difficulty breathing.
It's not that they can't breathe!
In that instant, Wen He recalled the time when she dropped out of school and her father covered her mouth and nose tightly.
That familiar sense of death devoured his body, and even his soul was about to be annihilated.
The intense suffocation made Wen He feel lightheaded.
Every cell in my 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 panicked.
With tears streaming down her face, she called out Wen He's name repeatedly in a hoarse, choked voice.
After a violent coughing fit, Wen He opened his mouth as if desperately trying to breathe, but no heavy breathing could be heard.
"Hello! Is this 120?! Please save my brother! Please save my brother! My brother is dying!!!"
Wen Ze was also crying as he dialed the emergency number with trembling hands, even pressing the wrong button several times due to his nervousness.
At this very moment...
Wenhe's world gradually became quiet.
He could no longer hear his own cough, nor could he hear Cheng Yudie and Wen Ze's words.
All he could see were the two of them, tears streaming down their faces, mouths agape, as if they were saying something.
Wen He, who still retained her rationality, realized that she might not make it.
It is likely that the malignant tumor has compressed his airway, and coupled with his violent coughing, he is now completely unable to breathe.
Sleepy…
So sleepy...
Wen He's vision began to blur, just like the feeling of falling into an abyss before going to sleep.
At the last minute.
Wen He saw a dark figure that filled her entire field of vision.
"Well!!!!"
A breath of oxygen injected from the outside in instantly made Wen He sit up abruptly.
With a series of rapid, life-giving breaths, he finally came back to life.
Turning her head, she saw Cheng Yudie staring at Wen He with blood still on the corner of her mouth and tears streaming down her face.
"You saved me again."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yudie broke down completely and hugged Wen He tightly, bursting into tears in his arms.
"I almost... I almost never saw you again..."
"Wen He...please...we won't sing anymore, okay...we won't sing anymore..."
“Your condition has worsened again… If this continues… I’m afraid you won’t even make it through the last two months…”
Cheng Yudie was trembling with fear from Wen He's appearance. She had never felt a life slipping away from her at a visible speed.
If she hadn't remembered to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation at the last minute, Wen He would probably be dead by now.
The intense fear and suffocating pain made Cheng Yudie cry uncontrollably.
With trembling hands, she took out a small notebook.
"We still have...we still have so much left to do..."
"We haven't been to the amusement park yet...we haven't seen snow yet... We haven't built a snowman together...we haven't had a snowball fight..."
"And...there are so many more..."
Cheng Yudie flipped through the "wish list" she had written with Wen He.
Although her vision was already blurred by tears, making it impossible for her to see the words written on it.
But she remembered everything mentioned above.
Completely devastated, Cheng Yudie's trembling hands couldn't even hold onto the "wish list."
Tears, drop by drop, dampened those small wishes.
Looking at Cheng Yudie, who was crying her eyes out, Wen He felt very sad.
He knew that every song he sang not only hurt himself, but also Cheng Yudie.
She couldn't help but shed tears every time she saw Wen He's extremely distressed appearance.
She looks so beautiful when she smiles.
Wen He, however, always manages to make her cry.
Overwhelmed with guilt, Wen He didn't know what to do.
With his ever-growing influence...
Every song he sings can probably help many people get through difficult times.
On one side are countless ordinary people trapped in the abyss.
On one side is his lover who has saved him from countless dangers.
He can't let go of either side.
"Brother... what illness do you have... please tell me... how did it become like this..."
Wen Ze was genuinely frightened by Wen He's state just now.
His current situation.
Even the dumbest person could see the problem.
“It’s cancer, lung cancer,” Wen He replied.
Upon hearing this, Wen Ze felt as if a thunderbolt had suddenly exploded in his mind.
"How could it be cancer..."
His pupils widened, and he took a half-step back in disbelief, unable to accept this fact at all.
Just thinking about the countless gifts during Wen He's live stream tonight...
Wen Ze couldn't wait and quickly said, "Brother, let's go get chemotherapy! You made a lot of money from that live stream! Medical technology is so advanced now, as long as we have enough money, we can definitely find a way!"
He saw Wen Ze, who was truly thinking of him.
Wen He smiled gently and patted his head: "It's already in the late stage, there's no cure."
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