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

As the song gradually approached its end,

Wen He remained quietly standing on the stage.

In fact, even before this moment, he had already understood in his heart that his life was nearing its end.

Death was approaching him step by step.

Just a second before that intense, suffocating pain surged like a tidal wave,

Wen He, with astonishing speed, decisively turned off the microphone he was tightly gripping.

In an instant!

His body, which had been standing straight and tall like a pine tree, was suddenly struck down by an invisible force.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it bent into a heartbreaking arc.

And the microphone he had been holding tightly in his hand fell heavily to the ground like a runaway meteor, rolling to the side.

This sudden, familiar scene

struck everyone present like a heavy hammer to the heart.

It instantly dragged those completely immersed in the beautiful singing back to the cruel reality.

When they finally came back to their senses and refocused their gaze on the center of the stage…

they were shocked to find that Wen He had not only not left the stage as usual, but his face was also as pale as paper, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of shocking blood.

This horrifying scene left the millions of audience members at the scene, as well as those watching the performance through the live broadcast, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot.

It felt as if everyone's heart had suffered an extremely violent impact, making it painful to breathe.

“Cough! Cough cough cough!!”

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching coughing sound, Wen He could no longer support his faltering body.

His knees weakened, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Each violent cough seemed like a bomb exploding on the ground, splattering countless bright red blood flowers.

Wen He's entire body trembled uncontrollably due to the unbearable pain, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

And his airway, blocked by blood and phlegm, made his breathing extremely difficult, almost stagnant.

This time, the pain was completely different from before.

Wen He could clearly feel his life gradually slipping away.

At this moment, a large group of people in white coats, as well as the director and Gao Chongting and others, all rushed over and immediately put an oxygen mask on Wen He.

Wen He took a deep breath of oxygen, and then coughed violently again.

Just as they lifted him onto the stretcher, the perfectly fine stretcher suddenly loosened and broke for some reason.

Wen He, still rational, suddenly heard a sentence in his ear.

— Wen He, I hope you can die surrounded by thousands of people, you deserve all the good things in the world.”

He seemed to understand the situation.

After all, the stage that had been tested several times just happened to malfunction at this time.

And the stretcher used for medical treatment broke so strangely.

If it could be said that one time was a coincidence, then two consecutive sudden malfunctions like this were obviously unreasonable.

“No need… Cough cough cough!! … to trouble yourselves… …

“Just let me… stay here… Cough cough!”

“Please… …

Hearing Wen He's words, squeezed out with difficulty amidst intense coughing, the director and Gao Chongting were a little surprised.

They were planning to carry Wen He backstage.

But… …

Since Wen He had said so,

they chose to respect Wen He's wishes.

They did not move Wen He, but quietly guarded him by his side.

“Tell us if you need anything, we’re all here.”

Gao Chongting said softly beside Wen He, his words full of heartache.

To this sentence, Wen He nodded lightly in the gaps between coughing, his eyes filled with trust.

He felt his body seemed a little lighter.

He turned his head to look at the crowded audience.

His vision seemed to become very clear, even though the audience was very dark, and only the fluorescent sticks in their hands could provide some light, Wen He could still clearly see them.

They were crying, opening their mouths, and seemingly shouting something heart-wrenchingly.

Wen He couldn't hear it.

When he realized he couldn't hear anything,

the surroundings were eerily quiet.

The fans were probably shouting for him not to die, right?

Wen He could roughly understand from their lip movements.

The violent coughing stopped sometime.

He tremblingly took out a notebook from his pocket.

Wen He never thought that the paper as thin as cicada's wings would be so heavy at this time.

Just turning to the last page had almost exhausted all his strength.

【Become husband and wife】

This was the only word on the last page.

Wen He remembered that it seemed to be missing before, and this line of words only appeared after Cheng Yudie died.

“Woof!”

A familiar bark sounded.

Wen He raised his head slowly in great surprise.

He saw Cheng Yudie in front of him, wearing red, extremely beautiful.

And Xiao Huang next to Cheng Yudie seemed to be a circle fatter than when she left.

“Husband, the flowers are blooming.” Cheng Yudie smiled gently.

Hearing this, he realized that the fluorescent sticks in the hands of the thousands of audience members below the stage had turned into a gorgeous red, like blooming spider lilies.

They gathered together, forming a breathtaking sea of flowers.

“Yes, the flowers are blooming.”

Wen He, wearing a red long mandarin jacket, greeted them with a smile.

He took Cheng Yudie's hand and walked towards the sea of flowers with Xiao Huang.

The bright red blood brought about by the coughing dyed the stage red, also outlining the shape of a spider lily, and Wen He was in the middle of the stamen, falling asleep forever.

After the line 【Become husband and wife】 on the last page of the wish list,

there was a √ drawn with blood.