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

"Have you been feeling intense pain all over your body whenever you cough recently?"

The doctor held the report, his brows furrowed deeply, his expression particularly grave.

"Yes, doctor, what's wrong...?" Wen He asked timidly.

"It's very serious. The speed of your cancer cell spread is too fast, far exceeding my previous expectations."

These words, like a thunderclap, crashed into Cheng Yudie's mind, who had accompanied him.

Her eyes widened abruptly, and even her breathing seemed to halt as she stared at Wen He in disbelief.

Wen He, however, seemed to have anticipated this: "How long do I have left...?"

"If it continues to spread at this rate, you have less than two months."

The doctor never expected that the cancer cells in Wen He's body could spread to various parts of his body in such a short period.

The rate of spread was a whole fold faster than the last checkup!

In all his years of medical practice, it was the first time he had seen cancer cells spreading so rapidly.

Although Wen He hadn't adopted any conservative treatments, this shouldn't have happened.

"Less than two months..." Wen He's expression dimmed somewhat.

He also didn't expect that the time he had left in this world would be so short.

After breaking free from the shackles of his family, Wen He's desire to live had undergone a noticeable change.

"Doctor, can I know what illness he has?" Cheng Yudie, who was at the side, asked, fighting back the tears in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, the doctor glanced at Wen He with some surprise.

This girl who accompanied him didn't even know what illness Wen He had?

He had already been diagnosed last time with not having many days to live, but he was still hiding his condition?

"Late-stage lung cancer. Currently, the cancer cells are spreading very quickly. Don't you know his condition?"

The doctor's words completely broke Cheng Yudie's composure, who had been trying to hold on. She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks like a torrential rain.

"I know... he's been coughing... He lied to us, saying he went to the hospital for a checkup... that there was nothing wrong..."

"Only later did I discover... that he often coughed up blood... but he still wasn't willing to tell us..."

"Every time after he finished singing... he would cough very badly... very frighteningly... Several times he almost fainted from coughing..."

She choked up, her vision already blurred by tears.

Every breath she took felt like a sharp pain in her heart.

She had no idea that Wen He had late-stage lung cancer and only had two months left.

This all came too suddenly, and Cheng Yudie couldn't accept this reality at all.

Her mother's sarcastic nagging, her father's public slap in the face, the factory's ruthless exploitation, her younger brother's ridicule.

The endless work, the invasion of privacy, the trampling of her personality by her family, the extreme exhaustion every day, the darkness and loneliness that no one could talk to...

Thinking of all the things Wen He had experienced at home before.

Cheng Yudie cried to the point of near collapse. She tried to breathe desperately, but couldn't get a breath of oxygen.

Tears streamed down like a faucet, soaking the floor.

She had never thought that Wen He was enduring all those hardships that even normal people would find difficult to withstand... with late-stage lung cancer.

"Don't be sad, it's okay. Two months is enough for me," Wen He said, embracing Cheng Yudie and comforting her softly.

"Why is this happening... Why is this happening..."

Cheng Yudie hugged Wen He tightly, shaking her head constantly, sobbing uncontrollably.

She didn't understand why Wen He, such a gentle and kind person, would encounter these things.

Why does a frayed rope always break at the thinnest point? Why does misfortune always find the wretched?

Why is the world so unfair?

Are the gods that people pray to and worship all blind?

How could a person's fate be so difficult?

Wasn't it said that everything would get better?

Why can't we see any signs of things getting better...?

Cheng Yudie cried until she was oxygen-deprived, her emotions completely collapsing.

Unable to breathe, she felt a dizzy spell and then collapsed on Wen He.

"Cheng Yudie? What's wrong with you!?" Wen He sensed something was wrong and asked anxiously.

"Excessive panting leads to respiratory alkalosis. The constriction of blood vessels throughout the body and brain will lead to insufficient blood supply to the brain. In layman's terms, she fainted from crying. It's nothing serious."

The doctor had seen this kind of situation many times.

Many relatives may experience this kind of situation after hearing that their loved ones have late-stage cancer.

"By the way, she just said that after you sing, you have a period of unusually violent coughing? What's going on?" the doctor asked.

"It's nothing. I usually have a bout of violent coughing, but when I sing, I try to suppress the cough as much as possible, so it might become more violent," Wen He explained as much as possible.

"Coughing is a normal phenomenon. Don't try to suppress it deliberately. This kind of sudden violent coughing may lead to the rapid spread of cancer cells."

"I understand. I'll pay more attention in the future, thank you, doctor."

After finishing this follow-up examination, Wen He's emotions were a bit complicated.

Before, when he coughed, his whole body hurt severely, and he already felt that the cancer cells might be spreading.

Many late-stage cancer patients leave because they can't stand the severe pain.

People who have been in the chemotherapy room should know that there are often extremely painful wails coming from there, especially at night.

Singing will accelerate the spread of cancer cells.

If he didn't sing, he might still be able to live for three months, maybe.

But...

Singing has always been Wen He's dream.

Especially after seeing that his singing could indeed bring some people out of the darkness, he became even more determined in this dream.

He had to keep singing.

Even at the cost of consuming his life, he had to keep singing.

As long as his singing could pull one more person out, it would be worth it.

Wen He had asked the doctor.

His situation basically had no possibility of any treatment.

But if he went to a big city and used the most advanced medical equipment for chemotherapy, his life would be extended to some extent.

He didn't have the ability to do this before.

But now he did...

As long as he won the lawsuit, took down that Douyin account, and cooperated with some companies to find a way to get more money, he could go to a big city for chemotherapy.

Even if there was no hope of surviving, it would be good to extend it.

Anyway, he didn't need any environmental conditions to sing. As long as he could open his mouth, he could sing, even in the hospital.

And then there was...

Wen He looked at Cheng Yudie, who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

If it weren't for her, Wen He would have died in that forest, and he would have ended his life with regret.

It was Cheng Yudie who gave him a second life.

Whether physically or spiritually, Cheng Yudie had redeemed him, pulling him out of that bottomless, pitch-black abyss.

She was his only light.

Wen He would definitely do everything he could to cherish her.