" Sob, sob, sob, Su Chen…"
"I'm so scared. I'm afraid that you won't wake up again!”
"I'm really scared…"
Wang Xinling cried her eyes out.
Her innocent face was covered in tears.
With a sobbing tone, she whimpered.
At this moment, looking at this scene.
Su Chen also fell silent.
He raised his head and looked at the dazzling lights on the ceiling.
He had to survive.
He wanted to write more songs and live longer!
In this world, there were still many people who cared about him.
............
It was night when Su Chen woke up.
8 PM.
It was still the chief doctor who brought a group of people to surround Su Chen and give him a detailed examination.
However, the result this time made his expression turn ugly.
"His condition has worsened!"
" There were still two weeks before, but with Su Chen's current condition, he only has one week at most..."
The chief doctor's voice rang out in the ward.
Wang Xinling's face instantly turned pale.
The young nurses covered their mouths, and their eyes turned red.
"How about…"
The chief doctor frowned deeply for a long time. He raised his head and looked at Su Chen solemnly.
"Why don't you stop writing songs?”
As soon as he said that.
Everyone in the ward was stunned for a moment.
Then, he finally came back to his senses!
Previously, Su Chen could still live for two weeks.
However, after he finished writing the song " Bubbles " for Deng Ziqi, he had been unconscious for three days. Now that he had woken up, he only had one week left to live!
The few days of life that he had left in between had disappeared!
And the answer was already obvious!
When Su Chen wrote songs, it was not as simple as enduring the pain at that time, but it would overdraw his life!
Many people came to a realization when they thought of this.
Su Chen had written songs before. Although it was painful, he wrote very quickly every time.
A few minutes at the fastest, ten minutes at the slowest, and he could finish writing a song.
At that time, everyone only thought that Su Chen had to endure the physical pain of writing songs.
But now, it seemed like…
Writing songs and composing is not as simple as it looks!
Not to mention that Su Chen had written such high-quality songs!
Su Chen was not just enduring the pain when he wrote songs, he was overdrafting his life!
He was really risking his life to write songs!
"Not to that extent."
"I can still write…"
Everyone fell silent.
Su Chen's voice sounded softly.
At this moment.
All the medical staff in the ward stared at Su Chen.
Su Chen's response was just a slight smile.
............
At nine o'clock at night.
Wang Xinling leaned against Su Chen's bed and spoke softly.
"I've already contacted the distribution company for that song,'Curving Eyelashs', as you said.”
"If everything goes well, you might be able to hear this song online in a few days.”
Su Chen smiled when he heard that.
He thought for a moment and said,
"You need money to publish it. You don't have much money on your side, right?”
As soon as he said that.
Wang Xinling's expression froze.
She really did not have money.
A nurse's monthly salary was only a few thousand.
Excluding the rent, water, and food expenses, even though she had been working hard to save money for her dream of becoming a star, she only had less than 10,000 yuan in total.
It was still far from the minimum requirements for releasing music.
"It's okay. I can think of a way to get the money.”
Wang Xinling braced herself and forced a smile.
She had been contacting the small loan company for the past few days.
Time waits for no man.
She hoped that the song could be released before Su Chen left.
"I'll pay for it."
Su Chen looked at Wang Xinling for a while and suddenly said.
"Ah?"
Wang Xinling was stunned, her expression was a little cute.
Su Chen found it funny.
He said softly,
"It takes a lot of money to publish it. How can you have enough money on you?”
"Also, don't forget that other than being a bone cancer patient, I'm also a rich second-generation heir.”
Wang Xinling became anxious.
He hurriedly stammered,
"But, but how can I let you pay for my song?”
"You can't come like this!"
Su Chen turned his head with some effort.
He looked at Wang Xinling for a while.
In the end, he was defeated by the stubbornness and seriousness in her eyes.
"How about this? I'll pay for the distribution. If the song makes any profit, count it on me.”
Wang Xinling thought for a while.
"Alright."
"By the way, did you just say that you're a rich second-generation heir?”
"Actually, to be honest with you, I haven't been in the Orthopedics ICU for long, so I really don't know much about you…"
Wang Xinling looked at Su Chen and muttered curiously.
Su Chen sighed.
He might as well tell her slowly.
Su Chen was not only a rich second generation, but also a super rich second generation.
His parents were famous real estate developers in China.
The wealth earned by a family could be said to be endless in several lifetimes.
Su Chen grew up in such an environment, and his personality was also a little rebellious.
When he was studying, his parents hoped that he could study business school and inherit the family business in the future.
Su Chen, on the other hand, chose to major in music.
Since then, Su Chen had a falling out with his family.
They had not seen each other for a few years.
Until…
A few months ago, Su Chen was diagnosed with advanced bone cancer.
"I really didn't expect your life experience to be like this…"
Wang Xinling's tone was a little sad. At the same time, her gaze towards Su Chen became gentler and more sympathetic.
Su Chen only smiled when he heard that.
Rather than saying that this life experience belonged to him, it would be better to say that it belonged to his predecessor.
However…
Su Chen was a little confused.
Ever since she woke up and saw her parents for the first time that day, they had never appeared again.
Where did they go?
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