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

Pain…

So much pain…

My head hurts, my throat hurts, my stomach hurts, and my bones hurt too.

It feels like my whole body is about to fall apart.

Exhausted to the extreme, Wen He fell asleep almost as soon as he got on the bus.

It wasn't until the driver reminded him that they had reached the terminal that Wen He gradually woke up.

"Cough cough… Thank you…"

After thanking him, Wen He got off the bus, trembling like an old man in his eighties.

The bus driver watched Wen He's back, sensing a vicissitude that shouldn't belong to someone his age.

The road home felt incredibly heavy with each step.

He didn't know if it was because he was too tired from overworking today and his nerves were too tense.

He felt pain all over his body.

Especially when he coughed, every cough felt like his bones were being scraped with a knife.

I should rest early today…

Although Wen He didn't know what he was living for, nor did he know how long he could last.

At least.

He had to find a way to repay Cheng Yudie and sing a few more songs.

After that, he would find a quiet and peaceful place to die.

Thinking about this, Wen He walked back home.

Although he was very hungry, the pain in his body made him lose his appetite.

Now he just wanted to have a good sleep, only when he was asleep would those ailments let him go for a while.

Wen He casually shoveled down two mouthfuls of leftovers and consciously walked to the sink in the kitchen.

Like a robot with a set program, he began to tidy up everything in the house.

By the time he finished, it was 23:30, and everyone in the family was already asleep.

"Cough cough…"

Wen He lowered his voice, coughing as quietly as possible.

With the thought of "I hope tomorrow will be better", Wen He fell into a difficult sleep.

In the following period of time, Wen He was like a numb puppet, repeating the same day over and over again.

Unfortunately, the pain in his body didn't seem to have anything to do with his sleep or diet.

"Should I go to the hospital to see a doctor? Or should I give Cheng Yudie a gift…?"

Wen He looked at his only 323.5 yuan in cash, not knowing how to spend it.

This was the money he had left over from his last visit to the hospital, his most precious little treasure.

The pain in his body had made his recent sleep quality very bad.

He coughed very badly during the time before going to bed at night.

Every cough caused pain all over his body, sometimes like a spasm, and sometimes it felt like someone was drilling his bone marrow with an electric drill.

He used to be able to fall asleep in half an hour, but now it was a little difficult to fall asleep even after an hour, and he often woke up in the middle of the night from the pain.

If this continued, he felt that his mental state would completely collapse one day.

But Wen He also felt that he didn't need to go to the hospital.

He didn't have many days left to live anyway, so he might as well save the money to buy Cheng Yudie a gift.

"Give a gift, sing another song, and it's almost over…"

"I'll sing a festive and cheerful song, I still like liveliness quite a bit."

"I have to choose a good day."

Wen He suddenly felt relieved, as if he had figured it out.

He opened the phone calendar, looked at it carefully, and then checked the weather forecast for the next few days.

Wen He didn't seem to think this was a terrible thing.

He thought about it.

He decided to be buried in Beihuai Mountain.

It was sparsely populated and had a lot of animals.

It wouldn't bother anyone, and there would be many animals to accompany him.

It was a good place.

After thinking everything through, Wen He smiled.

"Ding~ The terminal has arrived, please take your belongings with you, welcome to ride next time."

As the bus door slowly opened, Wen He was about to get off when he heard the driver's voice: "Brother, are you free later?"

"Huh? I can be considered free, what's wrong?" he asked, turning his head.

"I'm off work too, do you want to go eat some barbecue later? My treat." the driver said, inviting him.

Wen He thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"Then wait for me for a while, I'll park the car and go together, I know a very good barbecue restaurant nearby, I sometimes come here for a few skewers after work to feel satisfied."

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties, who was relatively cheerful and easy-going.

Wen He wasn't good at talking to strangers, and he seemed a little indifferent.

Under the driver's lead, they quickly arrived at a roadside barbecue stall, where many people were sitting.

He skillfully picked up the vegetable basket and filled the entire basket very neatly.

"Boss, half of the skewers in here should be extra spicy, and half should not be spicy." the driver reminded.

After ordering the food, they chatted casually…

"Brother, you are so young, why would you think of going to a factory? If you have time, learning a craft would be much better." the driver offered a very friendly suggestion.

"Cough cough… Because of my cough, it's not easy to find a job, and I don't have much education, so I can only do this."

"If you want to go to a factory, you should find a better factory, like Foxconn, at least a regular big factory. I heard that your small factory boss is very black-hearted. I see you have been working overtime until late at night recently."

"My mom arranged for me to come to this factory." Wen He smiled bitterly.

"Is that so, then you work overtime so late every day, doesn't your mom feel sorry for you?"

"She doesn't care, as long as I can make money."

"Alas… every family has its own problems." As he spoke, the boss had already brought up two large plates of barbecue skewers.

One plate was sprinkled with chili powder, and the other plate had no chili.

"Eat first."

The driver handed the plate without chili to Wen He.

Although he was a rough man on the surface, he was actually very careful.

Knowing that Wen He often coughed, he naturally didn't add chili to his skewers.

"This is too much…" Wen He was a little flattered.

"Eat first, we'll talk about it if you can't finish it. The mutton skewers grilled here are very fragrant, try them quickly."

Smelling the tempting aroma, Wen He's mouth watered. It was the first time he had eaten barbecue in his life.

"Brother, why did you suddenly think of treating me to barbecue?" Wen He asked curiously.

Speaking of this, the driver stopped skewering the skewers.

He looked at the barbecue on the table, a little hesitant.

"I feel like you have something on your mind." he said.

"How did you see that?"

"Your state a few days ago was already very wrong, like a walking corpse. I was like that for a while, and I can probably feel it."

"Later, how did you get over it?"

Wen He's tone didn't seem to want an answer.

He just followed the driver's words and asked.

"Later, a boss who failed in his business and owed millions of dollars treated me to a barbecue and said a word, and I was fine."

"What did he say?"

"He said, I want to give you a hand." The driver's eyes gradually drifted into the distance, "It's funny, right? He was obviously in deep water himself, selling all his assets and still owing millions of dollars, but he said he wanted to give me a hand."

"Did he succeed?"

This time, Wen He's tone had a hint of urgency.

A hint of urgency to seek an answer.

"I don't know, I only know that I paid for that barbecue, and I never saw him again afterwards." The driver fiercely pulled the mutton skewer in his hand, as if venting his anger.

"Then you probably met a scammer." Wen He was a little disappointed.

"Do you think so?"

"Otherwise…"

"Back then, I really thought he would come back and give me a hand after he made a comeback, and I looked forward to it day and night. As I waited and waited, the days passed like this. Although I haven't made a name for myself now, it seems like it's not bad this way." As he spoke, the driver turned to look at Wen He…

"I also want to give you a hand."