The program venue was silent, save for Wen He's coughs.
Each time he coughed, fresh blood would burst forth.
The violent coughing caused the splattered blood to resemble a drizzling rain, gradually dyeing the massive stage red.
He knelt on the ground, head lowered, coughing up blood accompanied by extremely heavy breathing.
Wen He clutched his chest forcefully.
The intense feeling of suffocation made him desperately open his mouth and breathe frantically.
This exaggerated scene deeply shocked everyone present.
Everyone was stunned in place, their still-moist pupils trembling wildly in their sockets as if experiencing an earthquake.
Through the live broadcast lens connecting tens of millions of people…
Wen He's disheveled and pained appearance was clearly recorded.
Dense barrages of comments filled the screen, all uniformly displaying "?????????"
Clearly, the shocking nature of this scene had far exceeded their capacity for understanding.
Just as Wen He was about to lose his ability to breathe.
Cheng Yudie had already rushed out of the audience and climbed onto the stage, quickly taking a portable oxygen tank from her bag.
"Breathe… breathe…"
Cheng Yudie's voice trembled, and the oxygen gauge in her hand shook wildly.
The reason she had come today was because when Xiao Huang passed away yesterday, Wen He had also been caught in the rain, leading to a slight cold and even a fever today.
She had originally wanted Wen He to discuss rescheduling with the production team.
But Wen He didn't want to break his promise, so he came to sing with his illness.
Cheng Yudie followed to take care of Wen He, feeling more at ease.
She never expected Wen He to suddenly cough so violently.
The portable oxygen tank Cheng Yudie carried with her at all times was in case of an emergency.
Wen He gripped the oxygen tank tightly, desperately taking a few breaths, and the almost suffocating look on his face finally improved slightly.
"Cough cough cough!!!"
He didn't even have a moment to catch his breath.
Having just escaped suffocation, he immediately began coughing frantically again.
Moreover, Wen He could feel that his entire body, from his internal organs to his muscles and bones, was aching intensely.
His mind was incredibly clear at this moment.
If he remembered correctly, there were still four days until his next injection.
Logically, that should have been more than enough time, so why did it suddenly erupt ahead of schedule…
Was it simply because a cold had weakened his body?
Or was it because his emotions were unusually low and sorrowful?
Or was it because the suppression period was almost over, and Wen He had used a lot of strength to play the suona today?
Wen He had no answer in his heart regarding this question.
Perhaps all three factors existed, leading to this situation.
"Quickly turn off the live broadcast! Urgently send Wen He to the hospital! Quick!!!"
Cheng Yudie's appearance immediately made the director react.
With a command, the entire venue almost instantly descended into chaos.
Everyone at the scene wanted to step forward and inquire about Wen He's current situation, but fortunately, security personnel arrived to control the situation.
The live broadcast was also abruptly cut off at this moment.
Medical personnel quickly rushed over with a stretcher.
【Wen He! You must pull through! You absolutely must pull through! We are all waiting for you! Waiting for you to come back and continue singing! Continue illuminating ordinary people like us! We can't live without you…】
【Please… you must live on… you've experienced so much suffering… now that things are finally starting to look up… you must not become that "Xiao Huang" in the song…】
【Didn't you say… that if there is no torch, you will be the only light?… Don't go back on your word… If you leave, who will illuminate us…】
【Heaven… please be kind to this gentle person… don't hurt him anymore…】
【"Do you want to see the sea of flowers in full bloom!" "Do you want to see the swallows return!" In the early spring after the new year, the sea of flowers will bloom, and the swallows will return… What I mean is… Wen He, please live on…】
The audience at the scene broke down crying, constantly shouting his name.
They had seen that situation in videos before.
But after hearing Wen He say that he had gone to Shanghai to get it cured, and in subsequent appearances on live streams, as well as on the show "Tomorrow's Son", he hadn't coughed once.
Everyone gradually stopped worrying about it.
Today, he suddenly coughed up blood and coughed frantically after finishing his song, which was enough to prove…
Wen He had never been cured from beginning to end!
He had been hiding it from everyone!
With Wen He's current income, plus being in a big city like Shanghai, if this situation couldn't be completely cured…
Only the words "terminal illness" could explain it.
Realizing that Wen He might already be close to leaving this world.
The audience at the scene felt a deep sense of despair and collapse for the first time.
This kind of sorrow was beyond words.
Like ants gnawing at the heart, like breaking bones and digging marrow.
Wen He had an extraordinary meaning for each of them.
In their hearts, no one in the world could replace his existence.
They felt that Wen He was an angel sent by heaven to heal everyone.
At the same time…
Wen He was also racing against time with death.
He was being sent to the best hospital at the fastest speed.
"Cough cough… Yudie… Yudie…"
Wen He held her hand, softly calling her name.
"I'm here, Wen He… I'm here…" Cheng Yudie was by Wen He's side, crying uncontrollably.
Hearing these words, Wen He forced a smile.
He didn't know why, but when Wen He was afraid, he would always silently call her name.
Only in this way would Wen He feel at peace.
Accompanied by Cheng Yudie, the director, and the three mentors, they finally arrived at the hospital and underwent emergency treatment.
"Did you use that imported special medicine with significant side effects?" The doctor inquired about key information.
"Yes… we used it… but the time for the next injection hasn't arrived yet… I don't know why…"
Speaking of this, Cheng Yudie started crying again.
Yang Mi, who was on the side, hugged Cheng Yudie, gently comforting her.
"This is indeed very strange. I don't know what caused the effect of that special medicine to be greatly diminished."
"The cancer cells have already spread to his brain and he could pass out at any time and enter a vegetative state."
"Moreover, this violent coughing has caused his body to be unable to support the next injection."
"Even the side effects of chemotherapy are difficult for his body to handle…"
Speaking of this, the doctor's voice was full of sighs.
If even chemotherapy, the most conservative treatment, couldn't be supported…
One could imagine how bad his body was now.
"Doctor, how long can I live at most…?" Wen He asked weakly.
"One month, or maybe not even that."
"Is there really… no way to treat it anymore? I'm willing to accept chemotherapy… any amount of money is fine…"
The doctor shook his head bitterly.
"I want to live a little longer…"
"I want to live through this cold winter… and die in the warm, flower-filled spring…"
"I want to experience the first birthday I've ever had…"
